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Kevin didn’t much care for watching the sunset, since he tried to stare at the sun once for over a minute. But, he did like to watch the gloss of all the Old Barfy bottles in his backyard. “Kevin! Your friend is here!” Anastasia yelled from inside the house. Kevin walked over to the side gate of his house, peeking to see who was at the front door.
It was Timmy, wearing a black hoodie and his usual blue shirt. Kevin waved, trying to catch his attention. Timmy turned around, waving back. “Let me in.” Kevin told him he’d have to jump over the gate since his loser dad lost the keys to the lock a long time ago. “The front door, Spencer!” Timmy raised his arms in protest. Kevin nodded thinking it was the best option.
In the backyard, Kevin and Timmy played with the leaves, kicking them around. “There’s a hacking competition next week in the city center. I’m debating if I should go or not since my whiny dad wants me to go to a trip to California..? Fucking loser.” Kevin wondered what California was like. He heard about it on the news before, but just because there was a earthquake that killed a lot of people. “There’s a huge hack group there but I cant leave my group here. It’s a true loser move, right, Spencer?” Kevin nodded, half lost on what he was talking about.
Kevin asked Timmy what was so great about hacking and pirating since he could just rob stores and pay little time if he acted insane. “C’mon Spencer! Hacking lets you control the mainstream media. If I hate to see puppy news, I can hack the website to only show cats or bugs. If I really want a game but it costs a lot, I can just download a pirated version for free! It’s super cool and way better than having to pay for everything.” Kevin hummed, agreeing with him. He told Timmy that the government payed for some of the things his parents bought, like food and electricity but not his favorite things like drinks or smokes. “What’s with your family and smoking, Spencer?” Kevin rolled his eyes, offering to share one. “Sure. But you have to tell me.” Kevin explained that it was in his blood. His mom and dad did it, so he did too. “I wish my parents let me drink. They always tell me its bad for my liver but I don’t even care.” Kevin kicked at the leaves under him, releasing the smoke in his mouth.
Inside Kevin’s room, Timmy flipped through his DVD collection, searching for anything he could steal. “Where’d you get these movies, Spencer?” Kevin explained to him that he stole some from his parents and from the job he was working at. “Cool! WHOA!” Kevin glanced at him, as he poked at a mysterious goo in the corner of his room. “You have a pristine copy of Mr. Mister and Bra Girl: Adventures around Quebec City! This shit could sell for millions!”. Kevin wondered how much pills and smokes he could buy with a million of dollars. Allen popped up on the door, staring at Timmy. “You let this fag in?” Kevin nodded. “Don’t care. Don’t let him steal that DVD, sickhead. We need that money for drinks.” Kevin lunged at Timmy, pulling his choker. “SPENCER! GET OFF OF ME!” Kevin bit his hand, dropping the DVD box. “Don’t touch.” Said Kevin.
Timmy groaned, rubbing his hand. “If you wanna fight, lets go for it.” Timmy threw a punch at his stomach, Kevin dropping his hat as he bent over. “Haha! Loser! FUCK-” Kevin lunged at him again, trying to slam him against the floor. “FUCK!” Timmy tried to fix his stance against Kevin, leading to kick him in his balls. Since Kevin lost all feeling to drinking, he didn’t feel a single thing. “What the fuck!!?!? You’re a weirdo!” Timmy pushed him off, Kevin floppin on his bed. Timmy was red and breathless, but still determined to get the DVD. “he’s gonna make you a deal, brokenhead. DON”T TAKE IT.” Allen said, flying away. Kevin was dizzy and breathless. “Spencer, give me the DVD. I need the money more than you do.” Kevin glanced at Timmy, shaking his head. “I’ll hack a movie for you, anything. Even drinks or cigarettes.” Kevin ran a hand through his hair, which he never really felt before because he always wore his hat. He shook his head again, falling back on his pillow.
Timmy sat next to him, taking off his choker. ‘Why’d you pull it, loser? You fucking broke it.” Kevin rolled his eyes, explaining he didn’t care. “Fuck you.” Timmy said, laughing. Kevin told him he’ll steal him one from the department store when he goes to work. “This was custom, Spencer. but hey, I'll take it.” Kevin hummed in agreement. “Today was fun man. I gotta go now.” Kevin closed his eyes, waving blindly at Timmy. “Loser.”
Timmy walked home under the yellow lights, running his fingers over the bite. “Fuckin’ weirdo.” He smiled and shoved his hands into his pockets, where a CD sat. Kevin woke up around 2 am, watching Allen dig through his DVD collection. “Kevin? Where is that DVD?! You shithead!” Kevin scrambled to his collection, digging through the cases. He found the one belonging to Mr. Mister and Bra Girl and shook it around. Nothing. Kevin screamed out, punching the bookcase. “Brokenhead!!! I gave you ONE assignment and you messed it up!” Kevin sighed, crawling back to his bead ashamed. He should have never let that fag in