gone but forgotten (thankfully)

squads all here

a typical get together they thought, typical conversations, typical place, typical everything. until the topic of samantha came to mind, and the conversation finally got interesting. josh smiled as he said "look, i saw this tiktok of someone sticking a chicken wing into a bottle of acid, let's just say it's a good cover up if we really dedicate to saving enough money." y/n agrees passionately, "yes that could totally work! izzy, pass me the journal, i have to write this down!" izzy picks up the worn down leather notebook and hands it to y/n. this journal has gone through years and years of writing down key ideas and plots, it's antique, everyones prize possession.

y/n jolts down the word "acid" and "cover up" for the key words at the bottom of the page. "okay, let's think of ways to save money, this could really work." bella proudly says her idea, "well i was thinking we could make millions off of this dorky kid's Jyler fan art, people could get a real kick out of this" as she shows the group the cringey TØP fan account.

"perfect! it's hilarious, people will eat this up!" y/n says as she scrolls through the account taking screenshots. josh ruins the moment by bringing up a valid point, "sure it'll make us some pocket change, but what about the big picture? we are going to need more if we are planning on a large amount of acid." "he's right, let's think of more things to do." izzy says in an agreeing way. "i've got an idea" bella says following by, "follow me."

as soon as they hit the road, the squad knew exactly where bella was taking them, and it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. they speed walk to the local nursing home community, they've seen this place one too many times. "i'm pretty sure you know what we've got to do." bella says. "yes, we do." y/n says with a sigh following behind. "here, put this on your clothes so you look dirty and homeless." bella says as she's rubbing dirt on everyone's shirts. izzy says disapprovingly, "why must we fool the elderly for spare change, it feels wrong." bella says in disappointment, "just roll with it, it works every single time. don't forget what to say, do any of you remember?" josh let's out a sigh as he mockingly says, "hi, i'm sorry to waste your time but i'm a homeless teen, as you can see i haven't been able to shower in quite the amount of time. do you have any spare dollars for a poor soul like mine?" "perfect, glad you've got it memorized!" bella says with an excited look on her face, "now let's get to business, let's split up. i'll see you guys in an hour or two." and they all collectively parted ways, scamming the diseased elderly.

about one hour and thirty minutes later everyones meets up at the water fountain shown at the front of the nursing home courtyard. "how much do you guys think you got?" bella asks. josh begins to reply, but just to get interrupted by the security, "hey kids i'm going to have to ask you to please step off of the property, you've overstayed your visit, guests are uncomfortable by the sight of you." "what the hell is that supposed to mean" y/n says disappointingly. "it means get out of here. you guys look straight off the streets, the people staying at this establishment like clean and wealthy visitors, not you." bella starts, "well let's just go, this guy seems like he has a hard enough life anyway." as they started walking out, y/n yelled, "you guys are on the brim of death anyways! keep talking trash and maybe you'll look a few hundred years younger!" izzy follows y/n back with, "no promises though!"

everyone was back at the hangout spot, where they all dumped their bags full of coins and single dollars on the floor. bella had a noticeably large amount of money, she always does, she's the best at getting the old hags at the nursery home to fall for her scheme. "how much did you guys get?" josh asks, "i got about twenty dollars." everyone started calling out their number of currency, "thirty" y/n says. "like 15. how are you guys so good at this?" izzy asks with a confused tone. bella laughed "you probably didn't have enough dirt on your clothes." "haha so funny" izzy says unenthusiastically.

now, on with what the money is going towards, the plan was being made, but one unsaid question was lingering; where do you even get acid, or just enough for a whole body. brainstorming was a common tactic used for the friend group, but no one could come up with a good plot. they were all minors, if they can't sell a pack of small fireworks to thirteen year olds on a national holiday, why would they sell them thirty gallons of military grade acid?

"i think i've got it!" josh spurts out after fifteen minutes of awkward silence, "fake ids! with fake ids we can pretend we're eighteen, and the purchase of the acid won't be on any records with our names on it! we'll never get caught." "that could work" bella replied, "let's make some!"