𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 // 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

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victor turned up the radio and started dancing in the car seat dramatically while SOS by ABBA began playing.

belch giggled, and took a few quick glances at his ridiculous movement.

"SO WHEN YOUR NEAR ME DARLING, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? SOS!" victor shouted enthusiastically.

belch smiled. "THE LOVE YOU GAVE ME, NOTHING ELSE CAN SAVE ME! SOS!" he belted with victor.

they both laughed loudly and turned up the song.

sooner or later, the song was over and victor and belch were both out of breath.

they giggled at each other, and victor reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

"lighter?" victor asked, the cigarette already between his teeth.

"your not supposed to chew on it, vic." belch said, doing a mental facepalm and rolling his eyes.

he handed him the lighter, in which victor didn't hesitate to light the cigarette and take a puff.

"want one?" vic said, in between breaths.

"no- i'm okay." belch replied, smiling tightly and keeping his eyes on the road.

"your loss." victor replied, throwing the now-bud out of the car and leaning his head back on the seat.

"yep." belch replied.

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patrick began to sneak up the hill. he had a pocket knife, a lighter, and a can of hairspray in his pockets.

he pushed his raven hair back and smiled.

he looked at henry's house, only one light on, which from the outside, had appeared to be henry's dad's room.

"sh*t." patrick whispered, as he creeped towards the house a bit faster.

he reached the window, and peered through into henry's room. but he wasn't in there.

alarms went off in patrick's head as he rushed to henry's dad's window.

he looked through in secrecy and saw henry's dad sitting on the edge of the bed, appearing to be watching TV and sipping a beer.

patrick studied the room a bit better, noticing what seemed to be three or four empty beer cans scattered at his feet, two on his dresser, a few in the bed and a couple in random areas on the ground.

patrick rolled his eyes. he was never much of a drinker, or a smoker. henry didn't dare touch beer because of his father, and smoking was just sort of victor's thing. belch pretended to smoke weed with victor, but patrick and henry always knew it was just to keep him happy.

all belch ever did was try to keep victor satisfied. he babied him.

"belch and victor have something going on, i'm sure of it." henry would say.