Y'all look what I did to my hand 😭
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I took a leap of faith.
My heart was pounding in my ears, and my eyes squeezed shut, forming gray clouds in the dark circles. I felt my body limp in the air, calming my mind. I felt so free at the moment, I forgot all of my problems.
"Mmm..this is nice." I thought, relaxing my arms and smiling lightly at the air breezing at my face.
"FINNEY!"
Ok, moment over.
I hit the opening of the van harshly, banging my head on the top of the car door as I did so. I heard a raspy laugh, and a cry out. I assumed the laugh was Vance, but there's no telling who the cry was.
"Finney!" I heard someone holler, making me groan as I held my head in agony. "FINNEY!" My eyes came to an abrupt opening, blinking skeptically at the face in front of mine, gazing into my gray eyes.
"Robin!" I exclaimed, realization seeping wishing me as I remembered the current situation. "Oh, shit!"
I heard fluttered laughter coming from the drivers seat, glancing to see Vance laughing his ass off.
"Damn, kid! You're goin' to the popo house." He certified, huffing as the cars rolled by beside us.
"Could you not call it that, what the fuck is a popo anyway?" I questioned, alerting someone from the back of the car.
"You don't know what a popo is?!" They asked. I turned aback, rewarded with the sight of my tiny friend, griffin. "Griffin? What the fuck are you doing here?"
He rolled his eyes, plundering back to the earlier question. "That doesn't matter. A popo is like a country slang for a police officer, how did you not know that?" Bruce started puffing out quiet laughs, earning a toothy grin from Vance.
"Ok, that's enough. Finney, I need to talk to you." Robin replied, shushing Bruce from laughing anymore by flicking his hand at the younger man.
"So, that night you had the glass in your chest, that was because of him?" Robin interrogated, knitting his eyebrows together as he waited for my response. "Uh, yea, yea." I commented, pulling down my shirt to look at the dark scar.
"I just can't believe I didn't ever notice. He just seemed so-"
"Nice?" I finished for him, smiling lightly as I placed my hand on his. "It's okay Robin. I wouldn't have either."
He grinned, pulling me closer and intertwining our cold fingers. "I love you, Finn." Robin stated, earning a flustered smile from me. "I love you too, Robin."
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"Damn, I love me too." Vance interrupted, ruining the moment for us as we stared at him awkwardly. He put his hand over his heart, frowning as he looked at the road. "Ohhh say can you seee,"
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"So where exactly are we going, Vance?" I asked, unbuckling my jeans as he tied up his hair. "Uhh, I was thinkin' New Mexico." He replied, pushing the soap dispenser an unnecessary amount of times before finally began to actually wash his hands.
"New Mexico? Really? You guys don't even know how to fucking speak Spanish." Vance smiled softly, grabbing a paper towel to dry off his hands. "No hablo español."
I glared at him blankly, puffing out a fake cry at his stupidness. "THAT FUCKING MEANS YOU DONT SPEAK SPANISH."
Vance knitted his eyebrows, putting on a confused expression. "No, it means that I like to speak Spanish." I looked at him shocked, before bursting out in laughter. "Pfttt, okay Vance." I commented, before walking to the door of the gas station bathroom, hearing the clank of my boots.
I met finney at the counter, who was holding nothing but 4 boxes of honey buns. "Okay, I'm just gonna take 2 of these, and go pick out something that's not complete junk." I told him, throwing the other 2 in a random pile of food from the woman behind us. The cashier started to decline my action, but stopping after I glared at him harshly.
Bruce came a few seconds later, holding 8 monsters, a huge bag of takis, and a box of pads. I glanced at him confused, halfway because of how many things he was able to carry, half because of the pads. He gazed to Gwen for a moment, before widening his eyes slightly. I realized what he was saying, giving him a quick nod before helping him with all the drinks.
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We ended up getting 2 liters of Grape Fanta, a loaf of bread, ham, honeybuns, monsters, takis, and pads. The pads were a hard purchase for a bunch of boys against a young lady cashier. It was even harder when Bruce pressured me into giving them to Gwen, since I was, "closer".
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"Okay, Bruce, finney, you stay in the car. Me and Robin will go check in with the lady who knows the shit about the apartment we are going to get." Vance coughed, choking on the burn of his cigarette .We gave them a quick nod, turning around to see griffin and billy sleeping. "Why did they come with us again?" I interrogated, watching them scoot around in their slumber.
"Well, griffin has parent issues, kinda like you...and we all know Billy would never live with himself without griffin, so." Bruce responded, turning his head back to the radio, and stretching over the console and picking a song. He played Coldplay, smiling and doing a little dance as the song "Yellow" started blasting throughout the car.
Gwen chuckled lightly, pulling random objects off the carpet and handing them to us, motioning to use them as microphones. By the time they came back, billy and griffin had woken up and joined us, not hesitating to let out their horrible vocals.
Vance squinted his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at the song recommendation. "God, what kind of depressed shit.." He trailed off, changing the radios attire to "Eminem" before tying his hair back and jolting the gear shifter from its place, humming when he heard the car roar to a start.
"Okay, bitches. Lets go to New fucking Mexico."
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Another time skip bitchesss😌
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We arrived at the apartment building, waking everyone from an abrupt sleep. "Yea, y'all better get your girly pop asses up, y'all left me alone to listen to mocking bird by myself." Vance snotted, rolling his eyes at the awakened boys.
"Wow, this is really good looking!" Bruce blurted, jumping out of the car window before Vance could unlock the door. He rain inside, looking around at the big room that stood under all the rooms. "Well, we better go before that poor baby boy gets kidnapped." Billy established, starting to walk towards the entrance, the others following.
"Hola. Son ustedes los nuevos reclutas?" The woman spoke to Vance, earning a crazy racist expression, before he gasped loudly, turning head towards our way. The lady backed away a bit, before getting yelled at by Vance. "NO HABLO ESPAÑOL." He screamed, making us all smack our faces in embarrassment.
