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violet [42]

.・゜゜・　age ~ 25 (2008) 　・゜゜・．

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30TH OCTOBER, 2008 ~ RICHIE'S POV (KINDA)

this chapter is basically just the group having fun lol so it'll be a lotta snippets

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losers 🎈

trashmouth:

guys

be ready at the house at 5pm 

but dont be in the house until 5pm or ill beat your asses

stutter:

why 

trashmouth:

you'll see 😘

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the clock his four pm and richie had just pulled back into the driveway of the house. he'd spent fifty bucks on a shitton of food, card games, and twister. tonight was going to be game night. 

he walked into the house, his ears greeted by the sweet sound of silence. perfect. he took his time, and got to work. he set up the food, the snack bar, the uno, the twister, the poker at the dining table, everything. it was perfect. the perfect bonding time. he'd even invited donna and betty. it was going to be perfect. to his luck, as soon as he had finished setting up the blankets and pillows in the living room, his phone dinged.

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losers 🎈

haystack:

richard

can we come in yet

we're really bored outside

eddie's going batshit crazy whenever we even breathe the air around here

he says it's gonna kill us

birdboy:

I wish it would

stutter:

stan we talked abt this pls

birdboy:

Sorry babe

stutter:

its okay i love you ❤❤

birdboy:

I love you too

sheep:

guys we just experienced stan being affectionate in the groupchat