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The morning soon came, and Y/n had to get dressed for the day. She picked out a big red graphic tee, which she assumed was probably Fuckshit's at some point, and her oversized jeans.

Most, if not all of her clothes came from the boys, because when she had first gotten into skating with Ray and Fuckshit she was a mega girly girl. So the boys had given her most of their old clothes. The fact that she didn't really have enough money to buy them herself made them want to give them to her too, she had planned to get a job at the shop but her mother wouldn't let her, she didn't know why, but she had to agree, being only 15, soon to be 16 in a month.
"Where did i put my god damn fucking stupid ass hat, ughhhhhhhh!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Sorry mama," the girl soon found her hat in her backpack, under her water bottle and sweatshirt.

She grabbed her board, shoes, and backpack, knowing Fuckshit was outside to pick her up, because she lived too far away from the shop to walk She had asked him to pick her up. She was trying to pull on her shoes as she was running out the door to Fuckshit's car, although soon giving up and settling on just wearing socks for then.
"Hey Fuckhead," she said to him jumping in shotgun.
"Hey mamas."
They jammed to music during the ride, sometimes doing stupid ass dance moves, finally pulling up to Motor.

"Hey bitches!" Cherry exclaimed, being promptly ignored by ruben, but waved to by Ray and Fourthgrade. "Fuckshit, go to the counter," Ray ordered to him when the two walked in.
"Dope, dope."
Cherry sat down on the floor by the couch Ruben was sitting on, leaning on said couch. "Why don't you have any fucking shoes on f*ggot?" "Oh shit i forgot about that, I gave up," The girl told him, quickly pulling them on. She soon realized the boys were playing would you rather.
"Okay what about, would you rather," Fourthgrade started "suck your dad's dick, or eat your mom out?"
"What the fuck?"
"Bro what the hell?"
"What?"
"Oh my gosh. What kind of conversation is this bro?" Ray questioned.
"Dude your dumb as hell," Cherry told Fourthgrade.
"Fuckshit!" Cherry and Ray yelled to the boy working the counter. "What's up?" "Would you rather suck yo dad's dick, or eat your mom out?"
"You would sick your dads dick, right? That's not a weird answer," Fourthgrade tried to reason. "Dude what the hell?" Cherry responded to the question that wasn't directed at her, making Fourthgrade quickly smile at her and look away. "Shut the fuck up, Fourthgrade. Shut the fuck up." "Life or Death, come on," Ray too tired to reason chuckling.
"Hey whatever i'm doing, i'm dragging one of them motherfuckers. I'm not gonna say who, i'm gonna drug the motherfuckers, till they sleep."
"You're gonna rape your parents?"
"Huh?"
"That's like— that's rape."
"Dude?"
"Is rather rape my parents... then to consciously,"
"Yo, what the fuck?"
"Dude your tripping."
"I'm not tripping, life or death, life or death. Fuck it, Id just rape my parents. Or, one of them," he ended.
They all erupted in laughter.
"Hey, for real i'm never coming back here again."
The customer announced to them.
"Y'all ****** are scarin off customers,"
"This is not a accurate representation of what we normally talk about," Ray has called out to the customer. "The fuck? Yeah it is?" Ruben nudged Cherry at her comment.
"Y'all are bad for business, my *****."
"Is there anyway you could just like forget i even asked?" Fourthgrade questioned the group,"I feel really weird now." Ray was quick to respond with, "Oh, hell no." And Cherry with "Fucking weirdos, shit."
The day flew by, with them watching skate videos and talking about Paris, and some harmless flirting of a slightly high Cherry to a very flustered Fourthgrade. Leaving the two to decide that the long skate home might seem a little shorter if there was some one with her.
Arriving at her house she gavee him a quick hug and a smile ruining up the steps and going in the back door, Fourthgrade stayed until he was sure she made it in safely. Then he had left to skate to his apartment building, thinking of Cherry as he did, the way her mouth fiddled with the cherry stems, or her hands when she braided Fuckshit's hair, or even when she was yelling at someone she looked beautiful to him.

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