𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 ✧ 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣

SEVENTEEN

"if we weren't in a moving vehicle i would have literally socked him in his face"

jahseh

once again, i was seated in stokeley's lap in the backseat as jared drove to our destination. i was about to be extra, and straddle his lap the whole way there, the same way i slept, but jared kept whining about how it was a sAfeTy HaZaRd and if we got in an accident i would snap my neck, but bitch, who said that's not what i want?

however, i'm fine with just sitting in stoke's lap like this. i probably would have gotten uncomfortable straddling him while the car was actually moving anyway, but as long as i'm in stokeley's lap, i'm alright.

we were currently only a couple hours away from our destination, which was michael's house. it seemed as if the closer we got, the slower jared would drive. it was obvious that he didn't want to say his goodbyes to michael yet, even though they haven't even known each other that long, they had gotten extremely close with each other in the short time that they have known each other.

that doesn't mean that him driving like an old person wasn't getting on my  damn nerves though, because it most certainly was.

"man, jare why are you driving so damn slow?" i questioned impatiently, "you just as bad as stokeley, you out here going 35 on a fucking highway, what's wrong with you?"

jared sighed glumly as he began, "i drive slowly so that i can have more time to reflect on my life and how it all went wrong. if i drove too fast it'll remind me of how i'm living too fast and soon i'm going to die young."

if we weren't in a moving vehicle i would have literally socked him in his face.

"boy shut your fake deep ass up," stokeley chimed in with a grunt. "you just driving slow because you wanna spend more time with your chucky doll."

"damn, y'all just gon' gang up on me like that?" he retorted, his voice going soft. "lowkey goals. must be nice to have somebody to tag team people with"

"must be nice? boy it's bout to be nice for you to be aliv- you know what, lemme change the subject. so gazzy, how did your remedial ass even get lost in the first place?" stokeley asked the pink dreaded boy who was currently looking out the window and counting cars to keep himself occupied, "you know what, never mind, don't answer tha-"

gazzy turned around and answered stokeley's question before he could get the rest of his sentence out. "well, you see what happened was, after we had left the store and we were ready to go back, michael and jared went to go fuck in the bushes and they told me to wait outside the store until they were done-"

"uh uh, we weren't fucking," michael corrected him. "he was helping me find my wallet back there because i lost it while we were coming up to the store."

"yeah, that's why y'all were moaning and shit," gazzy rolled his eyes, "anyways, while michael and jared were fucking in the bushes, i saw a butterfly outside, and i never see butterflies at night, so i decided to chase it because it looked rare. i ended up chasing it too far but eventually i caught it, but then i discovered that i was just a moth and i almost cried... so i looked around and realized that i wasn't at the store anymore, and then i cried for real because i was loosed and i was about to get eated by a bipolar bear or a mountain tiger, and i walked around some more to find somebody to take me back because it was getting dark and i was really scared but i ended up flagging down a cop car and the cop was nice enough to take me back! and he gave me a lollipop!"