紅線 - 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲,
and isn't it just so pretty to
think that all along there
was some invisible string
tying you to me?
- from, mcmxlvii.
(𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗘 𝗫 𝗥𝗘...
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘
BEFORE GOING TO THE STREET in front the pool hall, [y/n] went to determine whether or not her grandparents have been at home, after that, she waited for Gordie and Chris outside. It turns out that her grandparents were away for an entire week, as their neighbors claim.
The boys had been late for three minutes as the young girl slouched down against the concrete wall. She was unaware of the situation until she overheard the recognizable sounds of laughing coming from the other side of the road.
"God, you shoulda seen your face!" Chris laughed, teasingly pushed Gordie's hips.
[y/n] stood up, her figure instantly getting noticed by Gordie, "Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for making you wait, Chris was—"
He was cut off by Chris' brother, "Hey, girls! Where you going?" Ace snatched the New York Yankees cap off Gordie's head, making the boy grunt in anger.
Gordie glared at him, "Hey, come on. My brother gave me that."
"Yeah. And now you're giving it to me." Ace smirked.
Chris scoffed, "You're a real asshole, you know that."
"Ooh! Your little brother's not very polite, Eyeball."
Ace aggressively shoved the poor boy's face closer to the ground till Chris was slumped over with his arm behind his back.
"Now, Christopher, I know you didn't mean to insult my friend." Eyeball chuckled, seeing his brother's state.
[y/n] hesitantly spoke, "Leave him alone, fucker!"
"You got yourself a girlfriend, Chris?" Eyeball raised a brow, holding [y/n]'s shoulder tightly.
Gordie frowned at the action, trying to get the girl away from Eyeball, "Don't touch her."
"Jealous now, are we?" Eyeball's smile seem to enlarge, making the younger ones glare.
Ace ignored them, "I'm sure he didn't and I'm gonna give him the opportunity of taking it back. What do you say, kid?"
"Let go!" Chris muttered.
Ace chuckled, "You take it back? You take it back? Huh?"
"Hey, come on! Let him go! You're hurting him!"
"Let him go, dim-wit!"
Ace clicked his tongue, pushing Chris' face harder to the concrete, "Not until he takes it back."
