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Jonas and Mitch were practically inseparable from that Saturday on. During the weekend both friend groups would hang out together, while in school Mitch was not only present most days but was also less likely to throw a desk at a teacher not wanting to get detention and cut into his time with his boyfriend. He’d still drag students who thought they could talk shit about his Spots under the bleachers and make sure they understood how things worked in Sellwood. No one could figure out how they ended up together. One thing was certain: it wasn't any of their business.
They ran into a bit of a problem with Dean. Mitch made the mistake of asking why Jonas didn’t want to take pictures for their environmental assignment. Mitch was ready to rip him apart, to hell with the charges! He’d wear them with fucking pride. Challenge anyone to tell him what he should have done differently.
Jonas blamed himself for not reporting it but who would arrest the chief of police? And since Jonas was 18, he could be kicked out. Who would look out for the foster kids? Sidney was about to go off to college… And now if Mitch killed him, he’d go to jail not Dean.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to bury the creep. But if he dies it’ll be looked into like crazy. Unless he could have a heart attack… But he’d die as a good man. He’d be remembered as an upstanding member of the community!”
Mitch suddenly went very still, then pulled Jonas into a consoling hug.
“I know what we can do Joey. But I can’t do it, it’ll have to be you.”
Turns out, the only investigation the police will do when their police chief is found dead, having stabbed himself in the gut with a dull kitchen knife, next to a hand written letter confessing what he’s done on top of a stack of incriminating photos is trying to find out if anyone else was involved in his collection.
Jonas thought he’d feel bad at some point. Thought he’d wake up one night in a cold sweat wracked with guilt. That day never came. If he lived to be 100, he’d never regret it.