Grand theft smosh

Grand Theft Smosh part 10

They were celebrating being in the city for a year the only way they seemed to know how. Sprawled out in the warehouse with tons of takeout and way more alcohol then the group could even drink. Joe Beretta even joined them, the man had become a friend over the past year and they had to include him. They even invited Matt Raub, but he respectfully declined.

Damien had smoothly integrated into the group, though he wasn't there as often as everyone else, he pulled his weight. Even though Joven had reluctantly warmed up to him, it was obvious he had a little bit of jealousy for the doctor, but at least he hid it better than before.

They spent the evening exchanging stories from when they were growing up. "I lived in a tiny ass studio, with my parents my aunt and uncle and their son. We were like the poorest you can be in New York without being homeless. All 4 adults worked shitty jobs and we barely had any money for food, the shitty school lunch they served was all I ate on the weekdays." Joven said, starting the obviously depressing conversation.

"That sucks man." Sohinki said empathetically, "I mean we had it pretty bad too, but my parents made decent money with all the drugs they were dealing. The biggest problem was they didn't give a shit about me. As soon as I was old enough to feed myself, they kept the fridge stocked enough that I could have something to eat and that's about it. I only had the baby toys they had gotten from a baby shower when my mom was pregnant with me until I started pickpocketing at 12 so I could get some stuff I would actually enjoy. When I left, I didn't even tell them I was going, and honestly, they probably didn't even notice."

"I was also poor as shit, But I was a smart kid. My parents used my intelligence anyway they could to benefit them. They entered me I spelling bees and chess tournaments, anything with a cash prize or something they could sell." Mari said, playing with her hair as she spoke, "I remember they made me enter this like math competition in 6th grade and the prize was a brand-new bike. I actually tried real hard cause I wanted that bike and my parents said I could keep this one. Well I won and I started riding my new bike, but then my mother spent the rent money on lottery tickets and my bike had to be sold so we wouldn't get evicted. Again."

"We were actually decent when it came to money. Mom was a manager at a Macy's and Dad worked at the local gym. The only problem is he didn't like using the punching bags at his job, he thought it was more fun to start beating up his son at age 8. I know he only did it because I couldn't really fight back, because when I was 16 and I turned around and knocked his head off his shoulders, he started keeping his hands to himself." Lasercorn said simply, keeping his face emotionless. Mari put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

It went on like that for a while. Even though Ian, Anthony, Joven, Lasercorn, Sohinki, and Mari all knew each other's stories, but it had been a while since anyone had really talked about or even thought about their pasts. All 6 of them had moved into a tiny apartment on all their part-time jobs when they turned 18. It was also interesting to learn stuff about their newer members. Like how Flitz's mother had tried her best to raise 6 kids by herself, or how Wes's parents went to jail for killing someone when he was 16 and so he ran away to live with Flitz, rather than go in the system. Damien had his father die and his mom seriously handicapped by a horrible car crash when he was 11 and spent the rest of his childhood taking care of his mom and his alcoholic aunt that was supposed to be taking care of him. He still visited them often, but he paid a nurse to take care of them.

Ian and Anthony briefly told about them about their homophobic parents, who went to the same church, kicked them out and how they had hopped houses between their friends till they graduated high school.

Once everyone had told their story, Ian realized that Joe had been quiet. "Do you have a fucked up childhood you want to share joe?"

"Well," He said, sitting up from his reclined position on the couch, "I didn't really have too shitty of a childhood. We were upper-middle-class, my parents cared, they were pretty strict though. It was a process to get them to let me do anything after 8 on a weekend. So, I rebelled so hard, that they shipped me away to boarding school. That's where I met Matt and well the rest is history."