(Part Twelve/Edited)
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The two teens sit near the pool table, where people are playing the game, talking, and ect. Almost older people are there.
Melvin's playing pool. Pickford is explaining the full details of the former dilemma to Wooderson. And Slater is playing pinball.
Melvin walks over towards the freshman. "Say guys , why don't you run over to the Cenntennial over there".
He points towards the direction. "And pick me up a sixer of this stuff. He leans over them. "Do you think you guys could do that?".
Mitch hesitates at first. "Er...".
Carson scoffs at him. "We aren't toddlers so stop talking to us like we are. Why should we anyway, dickwad?".
Mitch smacks her in the back of the head and glares at her. "Sure man. Of course we will". He answers for both of them.
Melvin smiles at him. "Thanks man".
Wooderson wishes them luck. "Good luck".
Mitch nods and pulls Carson away with him.
Mitch side eyes the girl. "One way to make us look cool, asswhip".
She rolls her eyes at him. "Oh, shut it, princess. I can speak for my self. But I know your aggravating ass loves to do that for me".
They walk out of the door. Carson almost trips over with how fast he's walking.
He 'accidentally' yanks her a few times, secretly smirking back at her.
Carson laughs and points towards the right pack. "No, wrong one, shithead".
Mitch huffs at her and rolls his eyes. "I knew that.....".
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Fanfiction(Completed/only needs some grammar fixing) In which a girls last day of school leads her to an eventful night. She finds out more about her buried feelings for her childhood best friend, Mitch Kramer. Or This coming-of-age film follows the ma...
