𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒━━ ❝Nah, don't really want to bother you with my problems.❞
in which a boy helps his friend figure out whether his neighbor across the street is a killer while trying to push aside h...
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THE SOUNDS of voices woke up M/n, along with the loud pounding sound from his father, yelling for him to shut his radio up.
M/n sighed as he lazily walked to his radio to hear what his friends were talking about.
"Ipswich lanes?" He asked groggily as he held the button to speak into it.
"Yeah, man. Were you not listening?" Eats teasing voice chuckled.
"I just woke up, my dad could of killed me yaknow. Go to sleep, we'll meet up tomorrow or whatever.."
"Come on man.. Get in the mood! we're going to scope out some cuties."
"I'm in."
"I hope that chick from last week is there, she was all over me."
"You asked to touch her boobs and she threw you over the railing." Woody answered as he knocked Eats' pride outta him.
M/n snorted when Eats' eyes began to water and he tried to act all tough.
"Bet I don't look half as dumb as Davey. Everytime he sees Nikki in the DJ booth and jizzes his pants.."
"Well I can see her right now. Naked." Davey's voice interrupted him in a challenging tone.
"Bullshit." M/n said slowly.
"Dude, if you're serious.. I hate you."
"Oh my God! She's waving for me to come over!"
"Okay, now I know you're full of shit, eats out."
M/n snickered as listened to his friends conversation.
He quickly shut off his radio once he heard the same loud pounding from his door as he scrambled to get to bed.
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Well, getting a nights worth of sleep was futile as all he heard throughout the night was the sound of different channels playing on the TV from downstairs.
It was only a matter of time before a neighbor would file a noise complaint with how often his father throws beer bottles around.
He was also stopped on the way out as his dad tosses him a bag of beer bottles that were both broken and still intact. Some of the glass shards poked through the bag as he hurried to toss it in the trash so he wouldn't deal with the pain any longer.
He grabbed his bike from the side of the house and started to mount it as he caught up with his friends who were waiting for him just a few feet ahead.
