Late Night Adventures

2/Getting the Pickle Tickled

For those of you who read the last chapter I decided that I didnt want Emilia and Luke together. When I was writing I wasnt thinking. I dont want this to be a love storty, I want this to be about friends who stick together and have fun during their high school years, so yea, no love story in this.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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I always though that jail was going to be a scary place, but when you're stuck with your two best friends and an old hairy man, arguing about who has a better dick game, it's not that bad.

"Look kid, just because you're young doesn't mean you have a better dick than me! I've fucked countless of bitches! Old, young, hairy, and fugly. Nothing has stopped me from getting my pickle tickled!"

Oh.

I never in my life though I was going to be in jail. And I never thought that my first experience would be with three guys talking about sex. What a night.

"The last time you got your pickle tickled was probably like ten years ago." Argued Luke.

"Bullshit, Kid! I got fucked just two hours ago before I got sent here. The damn bitch called the cops right after we fucked, complaining about how I wouldn't get out her house."

Geez, for an old man he seems to be having the time of his life.

"Look," I started. "I really dont give a flying fuck about who has a better dick game, or who has fucked the most bitches! So how about you all shut the fuck up!" I exclaimed, already tired from all their arguing.

It was quite for a second until oldy decided to open his mouth. "Looks like someones kitty hasn't been played with in a while."

I shot a glare his way, sticking up my middle finger in the procsss. He put his hands up, a way of saying he was backing off.

***

"George, do you have a six?"

"Do I have sex? Of course I do! You know my favorite position is when you pound in from the back and-"

"I said six!" I interrupted. "Is sex all you think about?"

"Sometimes I think about fishing...into that pussy!" He replied, throwing his head back from the laughter that erupted out of him.

Michael and Luke burst out laughing, high fiving George in the process.

Fuck my life.

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The four of us have been here for at least three hours already, waiting for someone to come pick us up, and honestly I was dreading it.

My parents will probably be the ones picking me up and then yell at me the whole way home. It isn't the first time I've gotten arrested. Just two months ago I was in the same cell with Luke and Mikey.

We were at a party and the hosts shitty neighbors decided to call the cops. Stupid fucking neighbors. Anyway, when my parents picked me up they decided that I wouldn't be able to see Michael and Luke anymore. Well, that didn't happen.

"So, how'd y'all end up here?" Asked George.

"We were partying when the shitty cops decided to show up." Answered Michael.

"Hey, watch what you say, kid! I'll keep all of you longer if I need to." Said a cop from outside the cell.

Glaring at him I said, "This is America. We do what we want."

"Not on my watch!"

Asshole.

"But you're not even wearing a watch!" Exclaimed Luke. "If you're gonna threaten us at least have something to back it up."

I sighed, this boy never gives anyone a break.
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hiya y'all!!
this chapter has been saved in my drafts for a while and i guess it was time to publish it lol!! hope y'all liked it!
Let me know if y'all have any ideas for future chapters!!
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