𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 ━ one-shots (delinquents!verse and others)

the jell-o incident

SUMMARY:
"15 year old John Deacon had ten pounds in his back pocket. Just enough for about twenty packets of Jell-O."

15 YEAR OLD JOHN DEACON had ten pounds in his back pocket. Just enough for about twenty packets of Jell-O.

"We are not doing this," Brian said as John started tossing the little cardboard boxes into the shopping cart.

"Hey, watch it!" exclaimed Roger from inside the cart as one of the Jell-Os hit him square in the forehead.

Freddie leaned over him, much to his annoyance, to take a better look at the flavors, "Ooh, they have a Pina colada flavor!"

"They do?" Brian asked, suddenly very interested.

"I thought you said you didn't want to do this."

"I don't," he deadpanned, "and I can't even eat Jell-O because it isn't vegetarian. But seriously, they have a Pina colada flavor?"

John rolled his eyes, "We won't be eating a majority of this anyways." He plopped another strawberry flavor into Roger's lap. "Do you think that's enough? I don't even know how much each packet makes."

"I think it's enough," Freddie said. "If not, we can always buy more."

"Actually, this is my last tenner," replied John.

"So we'll steal some of Brian's money."

"Hey!" Brian opened his mouth indignantly. "Why not Roger?"

"We used my allowance last week to buy that drone," Roger craned his neck to see his friends from his sitting position.

"I still can't believe you guys almost had to cut that out of my hair."

The four of them bickered their way up to the self checkout, John pushing Roger along and Freddie and Brian walking on either side. They ended up with a total of 19 Jell-O packets (John had miscounted) and began their journey to the Deacon household.

"Why couldn't we have used Freddie's house for this? It's so much closer," Roger grumbled, shrugging off his jacket. It was a rare sunny day in May, the promise of summer vacation looming over the boy's shoulders, and the combination of the sun, walking uphill, and the unnecessary jacket Roger insisted on wearing for fashion purposes made for one grouchy and overheated teenager.

Freddie scoffed, "Could you imagine the look on my mother's face if we ruined her kitchen by making nineteen fucking bowls of Jell-O?"

"We wouldn't ruin it," he argued, "there's not even any baking involved."

"Roger, you failed Home Economics because you couldn't boil an egg."

"We were partners in that class! You couldn't figure it out either!"

"Oh, shut up."

"You shut up!"

"I'm gonna murder them both," John whispered into Brian's ear.

Brian nodded, "I'll help you hide the bodies."

Eventually John's house looked into view. John lived in a neighborhood of tract houses.(Meaning that each house looked the same on the outside.) Each yard was perfectly trimmed and green. There wasn't a single missing window shutter or roof shingle. And, as expected, most of the residents acted perfectly civil.

Key word: most.

"I'll need a refill soon," John said, nodding his head towards the Juul in between his fingers.