𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.. [𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝟗𝟎𝐬]

13. ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ

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"WHY THE FUCK ARE WE ALWAYS DYING IN THE BEGINNING." You yelled out at the TV making Ray laugh obnoxiously.

"Baby chill." He threw a popcorn in his mouth focusing back onto the movie.

"No, it doesn't make sense. Our first thought is to leave. How is the white girl that fell down five times from the killer surviving?" You rolled your eyes at the audacity.

"They just know the movie would be over if we were the main characters because of that." He answered.

Some time later, you and Ray were snuggled up under the cover. A loud knock came from the door. "Y'all niggas better be decent." A voice yelled before barging into your room and turning the light on.

The door opened revealing Esme and...Fuckshit? "Esme what did I tell you about inviting demons in the house." you rolled your eyes at the presence of Fuckshit.

"Wowww, that's crazy. Good evening to you too, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. Everyone got silent before the two started laughing at their actions.

"Nah seriously why are you here Olan." You stopped laughing and looked at him. "It's about to be our last days in the city, so why not spend it with my new amighoes." He explained.

"Mhm ok." I grabbed a piece of popcorn and placed it into my mouth. "Y/N, get up. Ryder, Stevie, and Ruben are in the living room also."

You perked up hearing the boys were here, it's not like you're going to get to see them often now that they'll be leaving soon, so you had to spend the most of the time you had with them.

"Ray, let go of me." You struggled to get Ray's arms from off of your waist. "Cmon, five more minutes Y/N." He pleaded still trying to cuddle with you.

You rolled your eyes and started moving around more. "No, you have more time with me then they do. Let go Ray." He groaned at your explanation and let go of your waist not so happy to. You on the other hand was happy to get up and see the boys.

"Traitor." Ray mumbled watching as you left the room leaving him alone. He soon got up after his small fit and joined the rest of the group.

"Hey guys!" You greeted the group that was seated on the couch watching their phones. Ruben was the first to look up hearing your voice. "Hey, Y/N." He smiled.

"Hey, Rube! How are you?" You asked. "I'm good, better now." You side eyed him and hummed moving on to the two others.

"How's your bad ass doing Stevie?" He looked up putting his attention on you. "Bad, I felt like a divorce child for these past four days, don't ever fight like that ever again" He wiped a fake tear.

"Noted, my bad son." You laughed, patting his shoulder, then turned your attention on Fourth grade.

"Heyy Fourth grade! We've missed you!" You smiled. Fourth grade has become someone you've become fond of this past month. Especially with the boy's low self esteem you made it something you wanted to build up.

"Hey Y/N, I missed you too." He returned the smile. "So what have you been up to other than watching Stevie and Ruben's bad asses." You turned to look at the boys who were already looking at you.

"Just filming, it's rare for the group to be together now, so I want to get more for the memories." Something about Fourth grade he didn't hold eye contact long and would always look down or somewhere else if he felt he looked too long.