Craig and the gang took all their clothes. So Nick and Josh sat on the dry leaves, naked and battered. Not knowing what to do.
What they experienced was a hate crime. Doublely so because Josh was African American.
The two fifteen year old boys, one white the other black, in love with each other, having experienced such horrific torture together, their bond all the more so for it.

“Oh my God,” a male voice said, the boys looked up. Embaressed.
“What happened here?,” The older boy asked them.

“We got beaten up,” Josh replied, “They took our clothes.”

“I’ve got some old clothes in the trunk of my car, let me get them for you,” The guy said.

When the boys were dressed in the borrowed clothes, ill fitting as they were, The older boy introduced himself as Warren.

Warren took them back to his house, cleaned them up further, they didn’t want to go to the hospital and have to notify the police, they didn’t want anyone to know what took place.