A/N: So what are some of your favorite fandoms? Let me know. Shout out to all these new story followers, even bigger shout out those who've stuck through this fiction from the beginning. You all are extremely super awesome, with all the support and encouragements.
All the tests were taken, lockers cleaned out, and caps and gowns were in. The halls buzzed with excitement. On the last day of class, the seniors had trouble keeping the jitters at bay. We all were bouncing off the walls with butterflies in our stomachs, hearts a flutter. It may sound lame but after busting my ass and having the year that I had I deserved to practically sprint out of the front doors and shout at the top of my lungs.
But I didn't. Somewhere in all the hoopla Chris, Vern, Teddy, and I all grouped together standing next to screeching peers as the final bell sounded. The familiar smell of summer was our signal of summer. I looked at the grins spreading across my childhood friends faces and I was remembered of an older time when we were just kids. Everything for a moment was better. Then it was ruined.
"Fuck this place." Teddy practically shouted, zooming out behind a mass of people. Chris went out behind him clapping classmates on the back. Vern and I were slightly more composed we managed to make it out of the school without throwing paper balls at underclassmen or pushing people off the steps. Across the street was where we gathered, Teddy jumping up and down spitting out words as fast as a madman.
"Shit that party tonight is going to be the best." Was at the tail end of his chatter, he eyed us for our responses. Vern shrugged.
"I don't think I'm going." He kicked at the sidewalk as we moved down the block.
"Why the hell not?" Teddy asked he pushed a trashcan into the road. Chris shot him a look, only to be ignored.
"I don't know, I mean Sunday's graduation. Dad and mom have plans early tomorrow morning; I don't want to go to breakfast all hung over." He sighed, looking anywhere but at anyone's face.
"Come on, just make an appearance, you don't have to get trashed." Chris compromised. Vern looked uneasy.
"Maybe." He turned the next corner walking faster than the rest of us.
"Gordie's going, you might as well." Teddy reasoned.
"Yeah, Gordie can't hold his liquor worth shit. I always end up taking him home after he pukes on my shoes near the bushes." Chris and Teddy's laughter squawked around me.
"Bullshit." I called, even though it was completely true.
"All right, whatever. I might be there." Vern smirked.
"Atta boy!" Teddy clapped him on the back hard and shook his shoulder. "We'll all meet at my place and walk there at nine." He grinned, "It'll be great." He sped off towards his house, "See you jerk offs later."
Vern shook his head, heading towards the alley that would lead to his street, "Maybe I'll catch you guys later." His voice uncertain as he broke away from us headed home.
"I won't barf on your shoes tonight." I told Chris.
"I'm going to hold you to that Lachance." He smirked socking me in the shoulder. I hoped that was a promise I could keep.