𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐇// 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐗𝐎𝐂

𝐱𝐱𝐢. ✭ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 (𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒)

APRIL, CHANCE; 1978

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-Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse-
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"Let's go!" Tugging Eddie behind me, I ran through the Palace Arcades parking lot. We weaved through cars, laughing as we slid inside the air-conditioned arcade.

Muted colors welcomed us, nothing like the neon lights the owners put up in the eighties. The large room was filled with new games, all sounding with funny noises. Bleeps and bloops and blops.

Eddie always favored the machines. The electric games with their pixelated screens and joysticks to accompany them. Although if I begged him for long enough, he'd give into playing Ski Ball with me.

"Come on." The current game we had been standing at for what seemed like forever, dilated Eddie's pupils. He was focused. Determined to win the stupid game. "Come on!" Madly tapping the buttons on the boxy machine, he operated the laser that was destroying aliens on the screen.

"Eddie, I'm bored." I sighed, leaning against the Space Invaders arcade game. My hand was propping my head up, partly smushing onto my mouth.

"One sec, Chance," Eddie mumbled, eyes glazed on the screen. "I'm almost to my high score. Come on!" Colored buttons were pressed inwards by his little kid hands.

"Eddie, please can we do something else? Please? I'm dying here." Pleading with him, I reached out to touch his arm.

"Shit!" A losing noise buzzed out of the machine. He had lost. Rolling his eyes, he tossed his head back. "See you made me lose." Eddie lightly shoved my head away, grumbling at his loss. "Happy now?"

"You lost all by yourself." I sassed, giving him a pushback. "Don't try and blame it on me. It's not my fault."

"Whatever." Eddie shrugged it off, picking at a loose bandaid on his elbow. "Let's go play Ski Ball." He put his arm around my shoulder, guiding me toward the back of the games.

We played for a while, entertained as we racked up a large sum of points. Once we grew tired, we decided on scooping up our remaining tokens and wandering around. That's when I spotted it.

"A photo booth!" Gasping, a smile indented my face. "Oh, we have to do it! We have to! Come on!" Eddie let me pull him into the curtained booth, sitting beside me on the wooden bench.
Eagerly, I slipped a few tokens into the machine's slot. 

A flash came out at us unexpectedly.

"Let's do a weird face!" He suggested, getting blinded by the next flashing light. Picture upon picture was taken. For the last one, when I was caught up in all the buzz and excitement, I leaned over and kissed Eddie on the cheek.

We tore out of the photobooth, excitedly watching a strip of photos stream out of the mechanical slot.

"Here." I pressed one of the photo strips into Eddie's hand. Our photos ranged from silly to fake angry to sweet and simple. "You keep one, I keep one."

DECEMBER, 1985; CHANCE

"Okay, Baby, look at the camera," Nash instructed, aiming his camcorder at me. I flashed the video camera a look, smiling perfectly as I did so. "God, the camera loves you." He trailed the camcorder down my body, gliding it back up to my face. "Where are we at, Chance."