stand by me

chapter seventeen

^^^listen to the song while you read^^^

I had finished the drawing of Ray. It didn't help much.
They had all finished eating. The boys were now lighting their cigarettes. "Y/N, you want one?" Chris asked. I knew that question was coming. "I don't know," I said quietly. "Don't be pussy!" Teddy said loudly. "I'm not pussy!" I yelled back. "Gimme it!" I said as I took the cigarette. "Y/N! Don't listen to him. You don't have to," Chris said. "No, I'll do it so he'll shut up about it!" I said. "Alright," Chris shrugged. He lit the cigarette.
I took a puff and immediately started coughing. Teddy was cackling. "Y/N! You ok?" Vern asked, worried. My coughing turned into laughing and before I knew it, we were all laughing.

I had stopped coughing and I was sitting beside Chris. "Nothing like a smoke after a meal," Vern said. "Yeah, I cherish these moments," Teddy said. We all started giggling. "What? What did I say?" He asked. Chris nodded his head, still smiling. Vern looked around. I don't think he understood either.
"Hey Gordo! Why don't you tell us a story?" Chris asked. "I don't know," He said. "Oh come on Gordie," I said. "Yeah! But not one of your horror stories! I'm not up for that man!" Vern said. I patted him on the back. He looked at me and smiled.
"Why don't you tell us one about Sergeant Steel and his battling leathernecks!" Teddy suggested. "Ugh!" I groaned. "What!?" Teddy asked. I nodded my head. "Well the one I been thinking about is kinda different," He said. "It's about this pie-eating contest and the main guy in the story is a fat-kid that nobody likes named Davie Hogan-" Vern cut him off. "Like Charlie Hogan's brother! If he had one!" Vern said. "Good Vern. Go on, Gordie," Chris said sarcastically.
"Wait. Can I ask one thing," I chimed in. He nodded. "Why are all your stories about boys and never girls? I want a character I can relate to," I said. I wasn't trying to be whiny.
"Oh. I don't know. Maybe I'll write one about you," He said. I think he was sorry. I smiled hopefully.
"Ok, go Gordie," Chris rushed. "Well this kid is our age, but he's fat. Real fat. He weighs close to one-eighty. But it's not his fault, it's his glands," Gordie went on. "Oh my cousins like that, sincerely," Vern interrupted, "She weighs over 300 pounds. Supposed to be a hyboid gland. Well I don't know about any hyboid glands, but what a blimp. No shit! She looks like a Thanksgiving turkey. And you know this one time-" He was cut off by Chris. "Shut up Vern," Chris said. "Yeah, yeah. Right. Go on Gordie! It's a swell story!" Vern said. He was sad he didn't get to blab to his full potential.

*imagine the rest :( IM SO LAZY LMAOO*