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"That's enough of that, we better get inside before it's too late." He says taking one last drag (Y/n) threw it onto the floor and quickly put it out, bending down to pick it up and take it back inside. Eddie followed his lead soon after as the two went back to hiding, the silence took over once more as (Y/n) began to wonder whether anyone had found Chrissy yet. He hated the way they had to leave her as she just seemed to be a sweet yet deeply troubled girl but what more could he have done?
She was already dead and (Y/n) was sure as hell that the cops would just think that they were off their rocks if they explained what had really happened, not to mention the two don't necessarily have the cleanest reputation, not that they had ever been caught but of course people talk. Especially when your father gets busted for abuse and now the whole town is either watching you out of sympathy or out of fear that you might be exactly like him. Everyone becomes aware that your dad taught you how to hotwire a car, how to pickpocket, and how to pick a lock instead of taking you out fishing or to the park.
People grow to fear you and these skills you never wanted but instead needed in order to survive, they go off and warn their kids about you and even use you as an example of what will happen if they 'don't stay in school' like that was what determined the quality of life. They never do explain how life can sometimes hand you a bad deck, in which the odds are unfairly stacked against you, and try as you might you just can't beat them so instead you adapt to it and to their rules in hopes that you can at least outlast the game you were forced to play. No, of course not, because that makes them seem human.
Another sigh left (Y/n)'s mouth as he began to dig deeper into his thoughts after all there wasn't much for the two to do in the empty boat house, at least nothing that can be done without being seen after all they didn't know if Chrissy had been found and if she was then they were already suspect number one, which meant that they would eventually be mentioned by name and then the witch hunt would begin. And people who were once his friend might just end up turning their backs on them, speaking of friends (Y/n) began to wonder what his friends were up to now. Maybe they were all together hanging out or each doing their own thing since it was still pretty early. He would never really be able to know, but that didn't stop him from going through some old and arguably his favorite memories.
1969
The school bell rang as (Y/n) rushed out of his math class and to the cafeteria where his friends were there waiting for him.
"(N/n)! Where the hell were you?" One of his friends asked as he sat down throwing his backpack onto the ground. "Sorry Ms. Churchhill kept going on and on about the homework and then somehow started getting into a story about an ex-boyfriend who didn't do his work and now he's in prison or something. I don't know I tuned her out halfway through." (Y/n) explains as the other nod.
"Anyway, Jasper you got the cassette?" (Y/n) asked and as though Jasper had read his mind beforehand he pulled it up for the others to see. "Led Zeppelin Ⅱ, just released." He says tossing it over to (Y/n) who caught it with ease, a grin on his face as he puts it away in his book bag and pulls out some money.
