"Aw, no problemo pal," Rocco said.
Wesley hugged them both, hugging Bud as well. Though this moment was small, he was glad to not be starving and now he could focus more on his family instead.
"Well, now that we had those hot dogs, should I still turn in this trash?" he asked, looking at the bag beside him.
"You should, it'll mean more food for us all later," Rolla said.
"Alright then, I was thinking that, but I was just making sure." Wesley got up, using the wall for support. "Let's go then, hopefully, we'll get at least three dollars this time."
"What was the value? 10 cents an ounce? I think you'd get way more than that, at least a dollar more, like maybe above $4.25 at least," Rocco said.
"Since when were you good at math?" Rolla asked, being semi-sarcastic.
"Aapaarentlyy better than yyouu are," he teased, snickering at her.
"Do you want to get stung?" Rolla asked, annoyed by his tone.
"Heh, I bet you wouldn't," he teased again.
Rolla humphed and stung Rocco's butt, making him scream in pain.
He ran behind Wesley, "Cover me, she's a lunatic!"
Wesley laughed, "Calm down, come on guys. The sooner we sell all of this, the sooner we can get our money and go home."
They went on their way to a place called Trash For Change where they got just over four dollars from his two bags of trash. Satisfied with the amount, they all headed back home to his abandoned apartment, taking a nap together until nightfall where they went out to buy some food for dinner.
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Weekly Writing Segments
RandomSegments of random stories I come up with each week. Mainly for writing practice. Most of these stories will be one-offs from other stories I've never shared in the past. TW: Some stories will have violence and implications of abuse. (I'm not a good...
