𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ; ᶠᵘᶜᵏˢʰᶦᵗ

vi ; one flight to maine, please

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Gabe wanted to stop running into Fuckshit at this point. All he wanted to do was hang out with his friends, but no. Mr. almost-killed-my-potential-boyfriend had to show up and kill the vibe.

Stevie, Gabe, Ray, Fourthgrade, and Ruben, who brought along Mitch, were all hanging out at Estee's for a little party. Alcohol was involved, but barely any had been drank as the group not needing it to have fun. They sit around and play board games and watch movies, enjoying the long night together before Fuckshit pulled up.

"Heyyyy, wassup?" The curly haired blonde smiles, looking around at the group of teens chilling on the living room floor.

Gabe rolls his eyes, looking over at Fourthgrade and Ray. He quickly grabs an unopened beer next to him, opening it up to chug it in hopes he'd black himself out and not have to remember anything tomorrow. He just watched his dad die, he didn't want to deal with Fuckshit too.

"Man, what're you doing here?" Ray asks, the tone in his voice clearly annoyed. "Go home,"

"What? No. Bruh, c'mon, let's go skate or something."

"No one wants to skate with you! Go skate with your new little friends or whatever"

"Oh my God, will you get over the fact that I have other friends?"

Gabe looks over at Alexia, giving her a miserable look. She gives him a shrug, scooting toward him while Fuckshit and Ray bicker and argue.

"What's going on with you and Fuckshit?" She whispers to him.

Damn, he forgot they hadn't talked since November or so since the last time he went to the courthouse to skate.

He shrugs. "We aren't anything anymore, I guess. I dunno"

She frowns. "Why not?"

"The crash fucked everything up. I'm too scared to really be around him cause he just got more... bitchy. He replaced us and tried looping Mitch into his drug bash and I dunno. I don't think he even liked me in the first place"

She nods.

He's tempted to tell her about his dad, needing it off his chest. He debates it inside his mind, settling on not telling her. He couldn't bring himself too, if he physically couldn't hold onto it any longer, he'd find a therapist instead.

"I hope things get better for you guys. I thought you'd actually get together. He seemed so infatuated with you" Alexia speaks, a soft hand rubbing Gabe's back.

He nods, taking a gulp of his beer before setting the can down on the floor in between his crossed legs. He looks up at the curly haired blonde, annoyed beyond belief.

He sighs, stands up, grabs his wrist, and pulls him outside to probably yell at him. Ruben and Mitch share looks, concerned yet devious. Fourthgrade is silent, fidgeting with his camera while Ray sighs, rubbing his temples to try and avoid the oncoming headache he was feeling.

Ruben, out of instinct as he hears Gabe's loud yelling outside, grabs on to Mitch's hand, squeezing it because it caught him off guard. Gabe was never that loud.

Mitch hides his dorky smile, teasing yet flustered at the same time. Mitch squeezes his hand back, alarming Ruben's subconsciousness that he'd grabbed onto his hand like the dumb little fag he was.

Ruben hides their held hands behind their backs, keeping it casual. They share dumb looks, hiding any traces of a smile, which was much harder for Mitch, who laughed and smiled at nearly everything.

Ruben uses his elbow to smack Mitch's arm, trying to refrain him from giggling.

"You're a fucking piece of shit! Go away!"

The two's faces quickly drop to ones of concern, amusement still slightly present. Stevie looks up at Ray beside him, hating to have to hear his brother so audibly upset.

Ray pats the boy's shoulder, trying to comfort him. The whole group inside is silent, even though they know that neither teen outside could hear them at all if they tried to mutter a word.

Estee looks over at Ray, silently questioning what's going on. Charlotte and Lindsey looked between the boys, then each other, then toward the door before their eyes relocated down to the Monopoly board that was sitting still on the floor.

"Why the fuck do you think you can waltz up in here like you didn't almost kill your friends and then replace them after they need time to ground themselves cause they're scared to be around you! You act like a fucking bum, you have no life! You get all pissy when people try to help you succeed!"

"Oh my God, that isn't even true!"

"How is it not true?! I loved you, and you threw it away to chose drugs and alcohol instead! That's your fault!"

"You're not the only one who loved the other, Gabe! I tried!"

"You tried to kill me!"

"I don't know what you want me to do! I tell you I still wanna be with you and you say no. I try to stay away from you, and you still aren't happy!"

Gabe, acting out of anger, quickly lunges into Fuckshit, hands on his jawline as their lips are shoved together. Fuckshit immediately gives into the brunette, his hands messily thrown in his hair.

Stevie, Ruben, and Mitch secretly watch from the windows beside the door, hiding behind the opaque curtains that covered them. Mitch and Ruben fist bump, then Mitch bumps Stevie beside him.

"They're really toxic to be honest" Mitch comments. "Maybe we shouldn't be celebrating"

"Nothing's gonna stop them!" Estee shouts from the kitchen, grabbing some soda from the fridge.

The three boys share unamused looks.

"Maybe we kill Fuckshit"

"Eh... run him out of town?"

"Maybe we get a one way ticket to Maine for Gabe"

"Maine is way too cold"

"It's far away"

"Yeah"

"One flight to Maine, here we come!"

"Dude, we're not actually sending him off to Maine"

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