“Are you naked in there?” Jake asked, surprised.
“Yes! Do you have my cloths? Yes or no?” Oliver asked impatiently.
“No. Were you out drinking yesterday?”
“I'm not old enough to drink.” Oliver said.
“That doesn’t mean you don't drink.”
“No. I wasn't out drinking yesterday.” Jack sighed and began unlocking the door. Inside was a small, dark haired, skinny, naked boy trying to cover himself. He was caucasian-ish, but he had a certain foreign look to him. Of greek heritage maybe? He sounded perfectly American. The shed was a mess. Oliver blinked in the light of day with eyes as green as his names sake. The air smelled lived in. There really wasn't much ventilation nor light in the shed. It really was a well built thing.
“Come on then,” Jack said. The boy climbed sheepishly out and followed Jack into the house.
“Do you have any cloths?” Oliver asked. The obvious answer was yes. The real question was, did he want to give some away.
“Ask politely and I might lone you some.” Oliver grunted and said,
“Can I borrow some cloths, please?” in a still defiantly rude tone of voice.
“I can get you a towel.”
“Come on. I can't walk all the way home in just a towel.”
“Where is home?” Jack asked.
“Baker's Avenue,” Oliver answered.
“That's this street.” Oliver looked relieved.
“Then it's just down the rode.”
“I guess you don't need that towel then?” Jack enjoyed the angry, blushing, disbelieving expression Oliver made. He was a cute boy.
“My own street is the last place I want to be seen naked.” he argued. This was actually getting kind of fun, but Jack wasn't that cruel.
“Fine, fine. I was only joking. I'll get you some cloths, but I want them back later.”
“Sure. I promise.” Jack handed him a pair of pants and a t-shirt. They were several sizes to big for him.
“How old are you?” Jack asked.
“16.”
“High school exams then?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm sorry you missed it. Though, it'll probably work out. Their not that strict in high school.”
“You haven't been to my high school then,” Oliver said, now dressed and holding the pants up with his hands. Jack was pretty tall with broad shoulders. The t-shirt hung off one of Oliver's shoulders in a way Jack found quite adorable.
“See you around,” Oliver said and walked bare foot out the door. Well, using the ends of Jacks pants as socks. Jack winced as he saw the boy dragging his feet. It was just down the street, but those pants might not be usable after Oliver's abuse with them. He watched Oliver go several houses down the road before turning into one of them. Jake noted which one in case Oliver “forgot” to bring back the cloths. This was one strange day, but at least he didn't have to deal with the dog now.