Arcades and Ice Cream Trucks

I bounced over to patrick where he was playing pacman. I jabbed him in the arm repeatedly. Then on the screen in neon letters read 'GAME OVER'.
"Now that l lost, what?" He said agitated.
"Gimme. Quarters. Now." I demanded still bouncing up and down.
"I don't have any ask Ashley." He grunted, walking off towards Peter.
I hopped over to the coke machine, where I knew I'd find her.
"Quarters." I yelled in her ear.
"Owww. No, Jew." She screamed.
"Why!?!" She grabbed by the wrist and dragged me to the trash can. "No!!!! I don't want to go in the trash!!! The used gum will eat me!!!" She rolled her eyes, she does that alot., and pointed in the trash where there was at least twenty coke cans. "Holy shit! Who drank all those?"
"The Coke Faery! Who do you think dumbass?"
"My mommy." I responded childishly.
"Ugh. Ask Pete."
I batted My eyelashes, "Come with me?"
"Of course!" I drag her over to where Pete and Patrick were standing.
"No." Pete says before I could even open my mouth.
"C'mon guys lets go whil we have Joe rounded up." Patrick says walking over to the door. I looked at Amy, she looked at me. A smile spread on our faces.
"Sleepover at Pete's house!" We announce.
"Do I ever have say in this?" Pete asked.
"Nope." Pat answered for us.