ghostboys

thirty-four

the sunlight caused me to wake up. i opened my eyes and my head was pounding. holy shit, this hurts.

i turned my head and saw finney and gwen asleep on the floor. i stared at them confused as i sat up in my bed, even more confused on how i got back home.

all i remember is i went to the corner store and got into a fight with vance then everything went black.

"yay you're awake!" gwen smiled, rushing to my side and gave me a big hug.

i hugged her back.

a hug was really something i needed at the moment.

"how are you feeling?" finney asked, both of them taking a seat on the bed with me.

"my head hurts so bad." i groaned, holding my head in my hands.

"do you remember what happened?" finney questioned while gwen just ran out of the room.

the two of us looked at eachother, "um okay."

"well vance called and asked to meet so i finally said yes and told him to meet at the park. when i got to the park, i saw these guys beating up some guy and i realized the guy being beaten up was steven and i stopped the fight then steven told me it was vances doing so i ran to the corner store and got into a huge fight with vance then everything went....black."

"oh, wow." was all finney said just as gwen walked back in with an ice pack and handed it to me, "thanks." i smiled at her and held it up to my face.

she nodded and sat back down.

"wait how did i get back home?" i asked after two full minutes of silence.

the two looked at eachother, figuring out how to tell me. i could tell. they were communicating through their eyes, it was hella weird.

"vance...carried you home." gwen said, staring down at her hands.

"oh."

there is no way that fucking asshole carried me home. i mean, he literally let his fucking friend beat the shit outta me.

"is dad home?"

"yes."

"do you still want to go skating, finney?"

"uh...um, we don't have to." he said, sounding a little disappointed.

dang, thanks finney, i just got beaten up.

"no, we can go. im okay." i said, standing up off the bed. the two stared at me as i walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit, "go tell dad that i'm bringing you guys skating."

the two just nodded and left.

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the three of us now walk to the skating rink. it was a nice day out. not really that cold but it seemed that it snowed again last night.

i wonder when it snowed.

we arrived at the rank and walked in. i handed the dude the money and we told him our shoe sizes. the dude gave us our shoes and we sat down at some table.

my face was pretty bruised up. i really couldn't cover that since i don't have concealer at the moment.

i took of my jacket and hung it up on some hook near our table. i was wearing jeans and a black top and my hair was up and out of my face.