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"Hey" I softly smile as I walk up to Stan who gives me a smile
"Hi"
"Sorry for nearly making you miss your Bar Mitzvah"
"Don't be stupid" Stan waves me of "I don't want to do it anyway"
"Stan" Richie begins "i'm honoured to be invited"
"Really?"
"No"
I roll my eyes at Richie
We begin to walk past a few shops,none of us saying anything as we realise that there's nothing to be said
"Yn! Your bike" Ben points out to my bike which was still sitting in the alleyway and I smile as I walk up to it,grabbing it and dusting the dirt of
"Missed you buddy"
"Are you talking to your bike?" Mike teases
"No I'm talking to the fucking sun" we both laugh
"I can't go home like this guys" Eddie says as he looks at himself covered in black goo,clearly grossed out "my mom will kill me"
"Dude you've been gone for twenty-four straight hours,your face is definitely on a milk carton by now" Richie says and I hit him,hopping on my bike and riding it around the group,smiling
"At first I was afraid,I was petrified" I sing,loving the fresh breeze "kept thinking I could never live without you by my side,but then I spent so many nights-"
"-thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong,and I learned how to get along and so you're back" Stan sings with me and we begin head beating to it
"Why are you fuckers singing?" Richie asks
"It's a song that's perfect for this moment,cause we will and did survive" Stan says and I nod,continuing to ride a circle around the group
"Whatever,also Eddie that Puke smells worse then your moms slippers"
"Shut up Richie" Beverly scoffs
"Yeah Rich,you dumb bitch" I rhyme "get hitched or get stitched-"
"-shut up!" Richie says making me laugh
"Ok,first of all my moms slippers,smell like Potpourri" he says and I grow disgusted "asshole"
"No they don't" Stan says as we begin to walk along the road but I just continue to ride around,waiting for everyone to catch up
"Yes they do and also how would you know what they smell like in the first place?"
"Can we just keep it quiet-"
"-Eddie you do know what Potpourri means right?" Beverly asks,he just looks at her "Potpourri is literally a French word meaning-"
"-rotten pot" I finish for her and they,except for Bev all give me confused looks "me and Bev take French together" I shrug
