𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 // 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

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"do we really have to go?" patrick asked, annoyance in his voice.

"yea, i wanna get out. have a good excuse on why i'm not home." henry replied, continuing to drag patrick to the car.

henry got into the drivers side.

"patrick, get in." bowers said, staring at patrick.

patrick stood in front of the drivers side door, crossing his arms and smiling sadistically.

"patrick, what the hell are you doing? you're freaking me out, just get in the d*mn car." henry shouted, but patrick didn't budge.

"if you're forcing me to go the diner, your letting me drive." he replied, keeping his voice calm.

"what? ok- ok. fine." henry said, climbing over to the passenger's seat while patrick got into the drivers.

patrick held out his hand.

henry looked at him confused. "patrick, i know we're best friends and all- but with how you drive, you need to use both of your hands on the wheel-"

"no, the keys you dumb*ss." patrick sighed.

"oh! right." henry said, handing him the keys and leaning into the car seat.

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"no, vic. your not driving." belch said, crossing his arms.

"yes i am." victor whined in reply.

belch laughed.

"victor, you were high like two hours ago. and it's obvious you still are. it's still not safe."

victor sighed and pouted.

"nope. no. not gonna happen." belch said, getting into dark cobalt blue vehicle.

"what the hell, man?" victor protested angrily, as he sat in the passenger side.

belch sighed and tapped victor on the shoulder.

"what?" victor replied coldly, still not facing belch.

"you need to re-bleach your hair. your roots are starting to grow out again." belch said in a calm but teasing voice.

"*sshole!"

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henry and patrick waited for victor and belch to arrive.

they had already gotten a booth, and henry and patrick were sitting next to each other.

patrick was staring forward, looking off into space as henry drummed his hands on the table to a random beat he heard on the radio.