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❝ Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it ❞
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atlas the last day in southpark arrived- your house buzzing with both excitement and stress, the stress mostly coming from your dad due to him nearly dropping your bed frames- but other than that, you felt.. neutral.
you watched your dad speak with the guys who would be helping you move your stuff to your old house on the side, along with eric who begged his mom to let him skip the whole day instead of being picked up early.
"a little bird told me that you were running your mouth to people about things that weren't to be said," you started, your head slowly turning to glare at the brunet who munched on his chips carelessly, "i told you, 'don't tell anyone about us moving,' and you did the exact opposite!"
eric merely huffed, "ay, yew should thank me. and i have an awesome plan to do before we leave," he grinned, a look of evil washing over his features.
"oh wow, the terrible eric is going to spread sadness around the town before we leave, i literally totally got chills down my spine."
he ignored you, continuing with the so-called evil plan he managed to muster up, "oh yew asking what mah plan is? well.. i'm going to bomb the school-"
"WHAT?!" you practically scream at his ear, earning a whine from the childish brunet, "eric, are you crazy?! i get that you hate everyone in that school, but bombing it is going too far?!"
"so what? i alreadeh have mah things ready, and the bomb tew!" he joyfully stated as if there was absolute no wrong with it. and while stating so, he pulled out a grenade, a dumb grin similar to the cheshire cat appearing on his face.
you snatch the grenade from him. "UH! i'm not trying to go to jail for being an accomplice to this," -you throw the small weapon somewhere faraway- "we're not going through that jail shit again, you already know how much it costs to bail."
eric- staring at where you just tossed the grenade that he bought with HIS money, his face turning pink with his lips pressed shut- took a big gasp and turned around to curse you out with every slurs known in mankind.
but you disappeared from sight, a smart choice you made considering you would've been left angrier than ever if you had stayed.
"hey dad?" you approach your dad who's busy discussing adult stuff with liane, "are we leaving after we're done packing or by night time?"
