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We’re So Fucked

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What could go wrong with planning a sleepover, and practicing baseball?

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It was your typical day in Denver! Sunny, bright, and most importantly; the fresh smell of spring lingered in the air.

 

Today, Finney and Bruce were practicing their baseball curves. It was the perfect day to do so. Bruce had hit bat; and Finney had his glove. The perfect combo for today.

 

On the sidelines sat: Vance, Robin, Billy, and Griffin. Ernesto and Gwen were at the store grabbing snacks and groceries for them to use and munch on when they got to the Yamada’s residence to hangout. Cause everyone knows that the hangout spot.

 

Anyways, Finney was throwing and using that “mint” arm as Bruce would call it. Bruce was swinging his bat like the golden player he was.

 

“Alright, so, Uno in the first 30 minute interval, and then monopoly in the last 30 minute interval?” Billy asked, confirming their plans.

 

“Yup’ ooh and don’t forget, we must stay up past midnight! It’s tradition.” Griffin beamed as he practically came hurling from his step brother’s shoulder, resulting in a groan and a smack from Vance.

 

“Cut it out shit face.” Vance sighed as he tried to fix his posture once more to watch Bruce play.

 

“Ooooo, okay sorry princess. I forget you have to watch your prince.” Griffin grinned even more at his antics and Billy subtly giggled before Vance snapped around so fast.

 

“You son of a bitch, are you laughing?”

 

Billy quickly stopped and looked down, meanwhile Griffin flipped Vance off. Vance did it back of course and went back to watching Bruce play.

 

“Hey, wait, guys, do you see that?” Robin points to a group of black balloons floating in the air.

 

They all turned and looked up at the random fit of black balloons.

 

“Huh. That’s weird.”

 

“Yeah, agreed.”

 

Bruce shouted strike two at Finny, and they all turned to the game once more.

 

 

20 minutes passed of many strikes and good plays. It wasn’t until Gwen and Ernesto walked up to the group, holding bags and bags of snacks. Alongside some groceries. They seemed exhausted.

 

“Damn it. Why do i, a young lady, have to carry groceries?”

 

“What happened to you fighting for equality amongst woman—“

 

“That doesn’t apply to this” Gwen complained and sat next to Billy. Ernesto released some of the bags as well and sat next to Robin. Everyone still watching the game.

 

“Did we miss anything?”

 

“Nah not really brochaco”

 

Ernesto nodded and they all lazily talked.

 

“Alright, so Griffin wants us to play uno in the first 30 minutes, and then monopoly the other 30 minutes.” Billy explained to the two newcomers.

 

“Don’t you just play until someone wins?” Ernesto cocked an eyebrow.

 

“I like to run a tight schedule.”

 

“Fair.”

 

“But unfortunately we have to hear the lovebirds make out. Cough, cough, cough.” Griffin faked cough as he gave Vance and Robin side eyes.

 

“Mm, we’re more civilized than that.” Robin grinned.

 

“And some of us are fucking animals.”

 

Vance slowly turned to griffin with an unamused look. “I will beat your ass, Griffin. Fuck around and find out.”

 

And as soon as Vance spoke, he ended up getting his ass beat. The baseball hurled towards Vance with a force of speed and fury! It knocked the back of his head immediately resulting in a groan and him covering his head. He would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt.

 

He grunts and rubs his head before quickly glaring those blue eyes that carried that storm of misfits and anger.

 

“Both of you are FUCKED.” Finney flinched, immediately dropping his glove and ran the hell off. He ran faster than when he saw his bullies coming.

 

“Oh shit—“ Bruce dropped his bat and took off for the hills. While he did love Vance, he knew Vance’s temper knew no bounds.

 

Vance stood up so quickly it was unreal. It was like a tornado coming for them! He was beyond pissed and they didn’t dare look behind.

 

Robin shook his head, knowing he couldn’t help. He was powerless against Vance. He watched with a smirk and a bit amusement. What real harm could be done? They were all friends.

 

“Tsk tsk tsk, they’re so fucked.” Griffin interjected, resulting in Billy shaking his head. This definitely messed up their schedule of plans.

 

 

 

(in honor of me having some family problem, hope shit goes well for me for the rest of the week lol. Because honestly, I’m fucked.)