𝐸𝑁𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌 ／𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘙

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𝑁𝑈𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐴𝑁𝐷
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑈𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑂

                      ☆★ You sit on the van floor, glaring at your converse as Argyle and Jonathan do their best to make Jane feel better about her incident.

"I know this may be like... upsetting and shit but, that future prom queen is gonna be finee, I mean- it was just rubber wheels" he slurs, high out of his mind.

Jonathan corrects him, twice as high as Argyle was "Plastic!" Argyle awes at the correction. "Not like hard plastic just... just the soft kind" you chuckle and ask "What's the soft kind" but the two don't answer, probably using the last of their brain cells to figure out the answer.

"Like the kind on toy trucks, I'd say" Argyle hums in agreement. "Totally. You ever wonder why the wheels aren't real man, or metal?" Mike gives you a quiet glare as you fully indulge in the marijuana-influenced conversation. "So that people don't get hurt when they get shmacked!" he dumbly professes.

"Man at least it wasn't an ice skate" you wince and make a noise of pain just as they do. "See! That one gets it man. That nose would've been sliced clean off!" Argyle laughs.

You really loved your brother Jonathan, he was quite a funny guy when he was high.

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You joyfully dig in the food that Murray made, taking sips of your coke every now and then. You're nearly dancing in your seat as Murray tells ridiculous stories about whatever.

"You're in a good mood" Murray chuckles
You giggle and nod "This is super good dude, I was starving~" you sing, making Jonathan and Argyle laugh. A few minutes pass and Joyce is suddenly mentioning a business trip to Alaska. Jonathan struggled to keep up with Joyce as Murray gives you a knowing look.

You perk and lift your hands defensively "Just them, not me. I'm just a fan of whatever this is" Jane smirks at you, happy that at least one of you could smile about the situation at hand.

"We've just had a super stressful day" Jonathan slurs. Murray, nosy as always asks what he meant by it. "This girl got shmacked in the head at the roller rink today" your eyes widen, pretending to be shocked as Murray is "shmacked?"

"Yea it was one of those vicious skate attacks" he over-emphasized the accident which Murray just loves, parroting every major word that Argyle says. "Yea but it wasn't like an ice skate, it was um..."

You raise your fork "Soft plastic, the exact plastic from toy trucks" Jonathan points and nods "exactly, she's totally fine though" you hum, nodding. "She was totally shocked but- yknow, crap happens" you give Joyce a look of playfulness.

"She didn't look fine" Mike adds, twisting his food around in his fork. You stop nodding at Joyce and turned to Mike, "Oh yea?" but he just glares back at you, provoking you further. Now, you've had enough. You slam your fork on the table, harder than intended to "You can ask that prick if she's fine the next time you see her"

"Hey-" Joyce called as you stomped out of the dining room, fists turning into lightbulbs by the second. He doesn't flinch nor does he care, taking a sip of his water as Will lets out a disappointing sigh. "What is going on you guys...?"