Lizzie had been in the party ever since her Mike and Will became best friends in kindergarten. She had been called weird names for being the only girl in the group. But they were her friends and they weren't going to say something nice to her face a...
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"All RIGHT LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT." Steve started. "You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?" He asked.
Dustin immediately shushed him due to the girl being right behind him. But luckily the two girls joining then had fallen behind and they were sharing their music tastes.
Max smiled to herself at the fact but nonetheless dropped the subject.
Finally the two had caught up with Dustin and Steve, but it went silent.
"Fabergé." Steve admitted.
"What?" All three kids said in unison.
"It's Fabergé Organics." Steve pointed to his hair. "Use the shampoo and conditioner and when your hair's damp...it's not wet, okay. When it's damp... You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray." Steve instructed.
"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin laughed, Max joining in on the laughter.
"Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You're dead, Henderson." Steve spoke intimidatingly. "Do you understand?" Steve pointed at the three of them.
"Yup." Dustin looked down.
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"Oh yeah. Yeah, this will do." Steve nodded looking at the old junkyard.
Dustin looked very proud of himself, a big huge smile spreading across his face.
"Good call dude." Steve praised.
They poured the leftover meat everywhere, when suddenly they heard Lucas shouting.
"I said medium-well!" He joked.
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"You told her." Lucas shouted towards Lizzie.
"She had to know!" Lizzie defended the red head. "You guys wanted to tell her too!" She added in her defense.
