"We can't go to my house." Jesus, no, he wasn't allowed anyone over and he wasn't about to bring a psycho microwave guy in around his mom. He might make the cancer worse, he read a few times that microwaves could cause that shit. And besides all of that, his dad... no, he didn't even want to contemplate this idea. "No, that's not an option. Can't we go to your place? I can bring around the software or we could just edit it on a library one. I'm sure they might have something You can cut up videos on windows movie maker sometimes."

Yes, low quality and kind of a last resort but what else was his move here? Go home and hope his dad was out drinking instead of inside drinking.

He looked down and tried to consider better options, faster ways to do this and get rid of this freak kid. "Can't you just trust I'd delete it? I don't want to get nuked by you, I'm not going to be that stupid."