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"The Grabber? Huh-how original." Lucas rolls his eyes, Finney and Robin at his side.
Robin chuckles, "Don't worry, cábron, no kidnapper would want to take you. Especially with that stutter"
Lucas scoffs, slinging his arm around Finney, "At least Fuh-Finney the b-buh-baseball boy understands how amazing I ah-am"
Finney smiles, looking down at the fence gate next to him. His smile falls quickly as he stops walking, leading the othe two to stop as well. He stared down at a missing person's poster, hanging around the fence. Lucas and Robin stand next to Finney, looking down at the poster.
On said poster, was Bruce Yamada's photo, a description of his appearance and place he was last seen, and a classic 'If seen, call 911' message.
"Shit" Lucas mutters, knowing Bruce as another kind, and friendly baseball player.
"That's another one, first that paperboy, and Vance, Griffin, now Bruce" Robin observes
"I cuh-call dibs on being n-next" Lucas jokes
"Dude" Finney looks to Lucas, silently telling him to not joke about missing kids
"I'm being honest, I'd rather duh-die then watch other pe-people get to die before me"
"Dude!" Finney shoves Lucas, making him shut up as the trio continue to make their way towards Finney's home to drop him off, then to Robin's, then Lucas', as they always did.
Lucas becomes quiet as Robin and Finney talk beside him, his stomach turning and flipping inside his body as he awaited whatever brutal experience would be waiting for him at home.
Finney had now been dropped off on his front lawn, greeting his sister who arrived before him. Robin and Lucas say goodbye to Finney before walking off, towards Robin's home.
"Are you gonna be okay? You can spend the night with me if you want?" Robin suggests
"I-I'm fine" Lucas smiles
"That stupid stutter didn't come with you out your mom's crusty ass. You sure?"
"Yuh-yeah. I'm fine"
Robin nods, walking up to his porch and waving goodbye to Lucas, leaving him to walk home himself.
Once arriving at his home, Lucas walks inside, seeing his mother laying across the couch, cigarette dangling from her two fingers as her eyes were closed, seemingly sleeping. Lucas scoffs, walking into the filthy kitchen he couldn't keep clean due to his mess of a mother, grabbing some left overs he made the past night, putting it in the microwave.
Lucas' mother, Tammy, looked exactly like a brunette, hoe-d down Dolly Parton. Like if she failed at life and decided to half-ass life all the way through and work at a gas station. Tammy worked at a gas station, no shit, and Lucas was only alive because miss Tammy didn't believe in abortions, and they were against Jesus' will. Yes, she kept a child she didn't want to take care of for fourteen and a half years because a condom popped and she had dumb religious beliefs. Let alone adoption was just the most demonic option possible.
The fact Lucas was a homosexual just made his whole life ten times worse. He was being bullied at school minorly due to people bullying Finney for being queer, which he wasn't, it was but horrible at home due to his 'mother', the one with the crusty ass.
Tammy had made her child grow a stutter, he was sometimes even scared to leave his room at night to use the bathroom in fear he'd wake her and get hit. He did get hit many, many times for just making a noise, and that grew into anxiety, and then a stutter he couldn't control. Tammy then decided to bully her son for the stutter she created, just lowering the bit of self esteem left in Lucas even more.
Lucas retreated to his room with the leftover Mac&cheese and celery sticks on a plate, sitting on his bed as he got the TV he had resting on a couple boxes to play some cartoons as he ate. The boy did his homework as usual, and laid back in bed, staring at the ceiling, just thinking.
Thinking about Finney and how wrong he was to feel this way about another boy. He thought some girls were pretty, but Finney was different, special.
Finney made Lucas feel special, and loved whenever he needed it, he took care of his sister so well, even through their drunk father's abuse. It wasn't a platonic love for everything Finn did for Lucas, it was most definitly romantic. No best friend thinks about their best friend 24/7 and doodles them when they're bored and constantly give them drawings of themselves.
Finney had a binder full of drawings from Lucas, just from that year, mind you. This sticker covered, white binder was filled with skilled drawings of mostly Finney, and some with both Finney and Lucas, and sometimes Robin was in said pictures as well.
Lucas only kept the drawings he made of the two doing more romantic boyfriend-girlfriend things, like holding hands and kissing. Definitely not platonic. He obviously didn't want Finney to find out about his obsession with him.
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Later that night, a familiar stomping had awoken Lucas, and looking at the clock hung up on the wall, the time was somewhere around 11pm. The brunette boy quickly and quietly slips out of bed, rushing to his door and locking it before climbing back into bed, not wanting to be thrown out of bed and yelled at for no reason on a school night.
Looking out the window, Lucas sees the empty street, illuminated with street lamps and wet due to the night rain. Lucas, looking back at his door, rises from his bed, opening the window and shoving himself out, landing in the grass a few feet below the window.
The brunette grabs his bike, deciding to ride around the neighborhood for a bit, deciding to stay in his own home a miserable idea. A black van passes by Lucas on the road, the windows blacked out so he couldn't see the driver inside.
Lucas, knowing the sketchy van passing him at almost midnight was odd, and gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach, like his stomach was being crushed and spun around in his body, he wanted to vomit. It was some deep gut feeling he couldn't stop as the van turned the corner, making a u-turn to turn around and pass by Lucas again.
Lucas, knowing something about this whole situation was off, biked off the sidewalk and into one of the many trails in between metal fences of backyards, making sure the person in the black van wouldn't be able to see him or look at him as they passed by.
As the van rode down the street, it went slower, as it was trying to find Lucas as he hid in between houses, watching the van slowly drive down the street. Lucas stay silent, holding his bike up steadily as if it fell, the noise of the metal impacting with the ground may alert the driver where he was.
The brunette could see the windows of the van were down, but couldn't really see who it was, all he could see were glasses and a silhouette of a hat. The person in the van gives up, speeding off and leaving Lucas to hide behind a brick house, bike now clattering to the ground as he lets go of a breath he didn't know he had trapped in his lungs.
The moon was bright, illuminating the boy's path as he mounted his bike, riding through the grass and dirt back to his house, climbing back through the window, and closing the curtains. The boy lays back in bed, still frightened by the van incident.
The person was clearly looking for him, they probably would've scooped him right off his bike if he hadn't had that gut feeling.
