"MOM STOP!" STEVIE BELLOWED BEGGING HIS MOM NOT TO HUMILIATE HIM.
"WE ARE GOING IN."
Ruben, Og and Fuckshit all shared a couch and Ray and Fourth grade shared a couch.
Og began to tightly braid a small strand of fuckshits hair which made him curse under his breath and tell her to stop, Og giggled at the boys reaction.
The door to the store slams open revealing an older women wearing a maxi skirt, she was dragging Stevie in by the ear.
"Hey! What is your name?" The lady shouted
"What the fuck?" Og muttered
"What is your name?" She repeated
"Fuckshit."
"Fuckshit? Jesus."
"Listen to me. You do not give my son alcohol."
"Ma'am, Ma'am." Ray interrupts
"Bitch." Fuckshit mumbles which my Og hit his shoulder softly.
"You do not give my son drugs! Do you understand me?" Stevie's mom yelled
"Cool. Cool." Fuckshit responds while laughing with Og.
"It better be cool Fuckhead or whatever the fuck your name is. Stay away from my son. He's not like you." She said while staring us up and down.
"Is she mad about the fingering?" Fourth grade questions
"What fingering?!"
"Yo, fourth grade shut the fuck up." Og mouthed to her friend
"Say goodbye, Stevie. This is the last time you're coming here."
"Hey, but baby, what's your number doe?" Fuckshit exclaims
"That's Stevie's mom!" Og said while hitting her boyfriend on the forearm.
"You not taking that down, you not taking that down." Fuckshit chuckled
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After Stevie's screaming match with his Mom, Stevie went around to the back of the shop and threw his skateboard around.
He eventually went and sat on the wall. He stared into space until Ray came out.
"Yo, you all right?"
Stevie nodded in response
"You don't look alright." Ray admitted
Ray then sat next to the brunette boy.
"Your mom is, uh... very serious."
"I just... I just can't take this shit sometimes" Stevie admits
"What kind of shit?." Ray questioned
"Just shit."
"A lot of the time we feel like our lives are the worst, but I think if you looked in anyone else's closet you wouldn't trade your shit for their shit. Like, look at Fourth Grade. He is one of the poorest people I know and I'm not even making a joke though. Like, he could barely afford socks. Seriously, socks. Ruben's mom gets all fucked up. She just beats on him and his sister. Why you think he don't ever want to go home? And Og, her step dad is always out to get her. You remember the first day you came here, and she had a black eye? Yeah well she also had a broken rib. Her step dad beats the shit out of her, she couldn't take a proper like full breath for weeks... Fuckshit's like my best friend and like we used to have all these sleepovers and fucking just dream about skating and where we want to take it. I just feel like he's kind of, like... losing it a little or something. Now everyday he's just trying to figure out where to party, where to get fucked up, drunk. It's sad."
The two friends sat silent for a minute until Ray once again broke the silence.
"About like, three years ago... my little brother was on the way to soccer practice and he was crossing the street... and he got hit by a car."
Stevie looks up at the older boy.
"It's so weird, like... We shared a room. Like, a closet. Whenever I like get dressed in the morning, Like just looking at all the clothes, and they just blend into each other and... it's just weird."
"But after he passed away Fuckshit and Og came to my house and dragged me out to go skate with them, feels good to have somebody there. So let's go." Ray chuckled and stood up.
"Come on."
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