Let Me Die A Young Mans Death ⇩ Summer Of 84. [COMPLETED]

⇨ Sweet Dreams ⇦

A/n:Unedited please correct me if I fuck up

OR WHEN IM 101
AND BANNED FROM THE CAVERN

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"Guys shit, he switched cars",Daveys voice comes through over the static,
"Who cares? Where's the dirt?",Farraday responded after a second,
"Where's the dirt? What about the fucking pickaxe!?",I whisper yelled as I help down the button,
"That's what I mean, he doesn't have either",Davey states making my stomach drop,
"Must still be in his cruiser?",Woody asked more than answered,
  "Unless he stashed it some place",Davey speaks making me roll my eyes.
"No shit Sherlock",I snap listening closely to whoever speaks next.

But of course nobody answered.
      "Woody?",I speak out of my open bedroom door,
"Yeah?",He answers from down the hall,
  "Where's mom tonight?",I ask confused to where she was,
  "Work,won't be back for a couple hours",He confirmed the absence of my mother being work related making me sigh in relief,
    "So,What are we doing?",I ask standing up and clapping my hands together,
   "I am going down to the Wilsons house to babysit that kid, I don't know what you're doing",He laughed putting more emphasis on the word 'you're' than anything else.

"Damn, Really?",I whined at the fact I'd be left alone to my thoughts,
     "Yeah,They give me a shit ton just to make sure the kid doesn't burn the house down",He phrased as I got to my bedroom door.
"Your really gonna leave me to die with boredom?",I groan leaning on the door frame,
      "Go over to Cassie's or Jess's place",He suggested walking by me,
  "If I've said it once I've said it a million fucking times Dale",I cursed turning to follow him,
   "Cassie's on vacation and Jess hasn't been the same since her mom left",I push into the kitchen watching him gab a bottled water.
        "Go over to Davey's",He shrugged collecting himself to leave.
I let out a loud groan as I proceeded to follow him out the door.

"Fine, I'll go to the street where the serial killer lives to visit the good friend Armstrong",I hooted walking by him and in the direction of Davey's house.
   The streets were dark, Well except the light from the street lights of course.
Every once in awhile I'd stop at a broken one and stare at it for awhile simply amused.
    I couldn't tell you why, just that it had drawn me in to look at one dark spot in between all the light.
I knew I was the only one that thought like that when Farraday and I were walking and he couldn't understand why I'd stopped at every dark spot in the street.

I ended up outside Davey's,
Wondering how to get in without waking up his parents.
I stared at the open window and smiled at the opening.
Pulling myself up the side of his house, every once in awhile scaling down from the lack of support, grunting when my knees where scraped from the walls, I finally got in.