Can't Help Falling In Love. ~ A Mileven Fanfiction. {COMPLETED}

Part Sixteen:- Gummy Worms.

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As Eleven was making her way to lunch, she was stopped by a kid with glasses, selling weed for $20 underneath the bleachers.

"No thanks."

"Come on,"

"The last time I tried pot, I did something's I regretted."

"It'll take the pain away from your back and stuff."

"I don't think so."

"It will, I'll even give you a bargain of $10.

"Give me one good reason I should buy your weed."

"Ever since I was a 12-year-old kid, I wanted to-"

"Alright, I don't need a 10-year-speech just give me a bag.", said El quickly turning around and letting the guy take $10 from her pocket, since she couldn't get it out herself.

"Sour or normal?"

"I'm feeling frisky. Sour."

"Good doing business with ya."

Eleven took the ziplock bag of sour gummy worms with her mouth before making it back to her locker to put them in.

"Need help again?", asked Mike as he approached her from the cafeteria.

"Can you open this for me?", El managed to clearly say with the bag in her mouth.

"Don't tell me you bought those weed gummy worms too."

"I'll only take one."

"...Fine.", Mike took the ziplock bag and slid it open giving Eleven one.

"One. That's it.-"

"Wait, I don't want to do it alone."

"El, no, I am not doing this."

"Please."

"If I do anything stupid, it's your fault."

"Thank you!"

Reluctantly, Mike took a worm for himself from the bag and quickly ate it, he affects soon kicking in.

"Wow, this is...strong."

"Very...Woah."

"Can we...leave?"

"Good idea."

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Soon enough, the two found themselves out of school and at a fair near large waters with boats resting on top.

"What should we do?", asked Mike, dazed.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know what do you want to- boats."

"Boats?"

"Boats.", said El before walking over to the platform above the water, Mike following.

The two snook in one of the boats, no-one seeing them.

The boat was straight out of a child's picture book. It was part of a fishing fleet that launched from the platform, painted in stripes of blue, red and white. A mast poked into the misty morning sky as the sail hung loose to the deck.

They went down where the one bedroom was, Mike laying down whilst El looked through the fridge quickly grabbing a bag of potato chips before opening it and laying on the bed too, Michael wondering why the hell potato chips were in the fridge.

The youngsters didn't do much but just looked up at the ceiling for hours, thinking about questions that had never been answered because of how stupid they were.

"If we can breathe air but not see it, can fish breathe water and not see it either?"

"Can a teacher give a homeless kid homework?"

"If your born deaf, what language would you think in?"

"Frosted butts."

"The word 'nun' is just the letter n doing a cartwheel."

"I'm realizing stuff."

"Me too."

Slowly, El got up and faced Mike, leaning on her elbow.
She then took a chip from the bag and another one of the gummy worms.

"Why are potato chips the most delicious things in history. Why would we need to eat anything else?", she blurted.

"Wait, what if we invented a potato chip?"

Eleven hazily looked over to Michael, him doing the same before, without thinking, kissing.

When they let go they giggled at each other and lay back down, not realizing what they just did.

But suddenly, voice could be heard and not long after the boat was moving.

"Are we moving?"

"I think so."

"Come on,"

Hurriedly, the two snook back off, jumping back to the platform, but this time not so discreet and ended up being chased by one of the men near the dock.

"Hey! Get back here, you two little rascals!", the angry grumpy man yelled he chased the 16-year-olds stopping soon enough.

El and Mike laughed together as they lost him, walking home.

"If you sweat in a sweater, wouldn't that make you the sweater?", said Mike suddenly when they arrived at Eleven's house.

"Um..Frosted butts."

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