Stoned in the Stall

Havermouth, Five Years Before

“Smells good,” Jules commented as he entered the kitchen. “One of your mum’s recipes?”

“Yeah, with a bit of a Cameron twist,” Cameron’s grin was wicked as he pulled the tray out of the oven. “These ones are mum’s recipe,” he gestured to the first tray as he gingerly transferred scones from the second tray into a Tupperware container. “And these ones are using the special butter,” he winked at his dad. “So, take it easy on these ones if you’re operating heavy machinery.”

Jules laughed. “Ah, f-k. If your mother knew what was in the special butter, she’d have both of our heads.”

“And that’s why we’ll never tell her,” Cameron winked. “I had better go or I’ll be f-king late and Heath will tell me off,” he stuffed the container into his bag. “Have a good day, dad, and don’t eat all the scones.”

He sang along with the radio as he drove to school, trying to maintain the cheer he’d felt all morning. The night had been a bit f-ked up, but the morning sex had been f