"Sunny Strawberry Sundae… what kind of a stupid name is that? The alliteration thing these diners have going is getting really old. They could have at least been a tad more creative. Explain it to me: what in the hell makes this strawberry sundae so sunny? I don't see a fucking ray of –"
"Gordo, you're rambling again," Chris cut him off.
"Sorry," Gordie replied, still flustered. His mood had been wavering all day, ever since the sudden, unexpected and unusual urge to write woke him up at six o'clock in the morning. Being a writer had been his childhood dream, a dream that quickly faded into the back of his mind when he turned fourteen. He was now seventeen and hadn't thought of putting pen to paper in three years yet, somehow, that morning was different. That morning he felt like he was twelve again. He hadn't yet mentioned anything to his best friend, primarily out of fear that it would worry him or even make him crap his pants.
Chris swirled his last bit of milkshake with chewed straw, avoiding eye contact with Gordie. He had not yet discussed the terrifying, almost supernatural, event that had taken place earlier that day and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. Luckily for him, Vern had picked the ideal time to come sprinting across the street and through the diner doors. He halted just short of the table Chris and Gordie were occupying and blurted out his big news.
"Guys, guys, guys! You'll never believe it! Wait, let me catch my breath."
Chris looked up, followed by Gordie.
"Something really freaky just happened, I mean, you'll never believe it!" Vern's cheeks were bright red and his eyes stood miles ahead of their sockets.
"What is it this time? You sound just like you did when you came rushing into the treehouse to tell us about Ray Brower", Chris sighed, slurping the last bit of milkshake from his glass. His day had been crazy enough and he highly doubted that anything Vern said could be crazier.
Boy was he wrong.
Vern had finally calmed himself and the next words to escape from his mouth were the following:
"You guys wanna go see a dead body?"