Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
Eggs.
"Hey mom, do we have any eggs?" I screamed as I ran downstairs from my room.
"Why on Earth would you need eggs?" My mother ever so rudely demanded.
"Uh... Linnea and I are doing a science project?" It sounded more like a question than on answer.
"Eh, good enough," She dug through the fridge and chucked me a white carton of a dozen eggs. I thanked her and quickly ran out the door.
The Illinois weather was starting to get warmer little by little. I couldn't wait until spring break because I might get to go home for a visit. And by home I mean Jersey, naturally. Not my shitty house here.
Well, the house wasn't "shitty" I guess I just don't like being here in general. The Wentz twins and their gang are the only good things that I have here. I hate the fact we moved just to be closer to Grandma. That old hag...
Before I knew it I found myself at the steps of the great Wentz-household. I heard noises from the backyard so decided to head back there.
"Fuck you!" I heard Peter scream.
"Fuck a man!" Linnea retorded.
"With pleasure!" he yelled. I slowly walked over and Linnea grabbed me.
"Oh, wait, Pete! You can fuck Max, instead. Ya know, maybe so you'll stop screaming her name when you jack-off?"
Its a good thing I wasn't facing her, because I'm pretty sure my glare would burn a whole through her head. Pete grumbled something and slowly closed his window.
"Knew it," she sighed "Poor thing's off to masturbate again." I rolled my eyes at her and shook my shoulder's out of her grasp.
"Gabe, I got your eggs. What are we gonna do with them?"
"Can we shove them up our butts?" Ryland asked all excited.
"Ew. What if it got like stuck. We'd have to shit egg." Patrick noted.
"Plus egg buttsex can't feel too nice." Steph wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"You guys are such idiots."
"Seriously, Gabe? You wanna be the pot or the kettle here?" I spat at him.
"Uh... Pot. Deffintley," he smiled looking slightly confused. "Anyways, we do this with the eggs," he snatched them out of my hands and threw a couple at Peter's window.
"You're cruel. Truly cruel," I told him before grabbing of few eggs of my own to throw at the window.
Within five minutes we had used up all the eggs. They were no longer in the carton, but decorated Pete's window with their yellowy splatters.
The best part was he didn't even notice. You couldn't see him from the angle we were at. I wondered what he was doing. I'd ask, but I'm sure that would automatically bring up the topic of maturbation.
We all collapsed and the wet grass in Linnea's backyard and giggled like crazy-ass children.
"Dude, we should get weed," Gabe said. Because, seriously, who could suggest that other than Gabe?
"Nah," Linnea protested "Pete'll be pissed if we got all fucked and he misses it."
"Ah, true,"
"Is your mom even still home?" I asked her.
"I don't think so..."
"Than what's to stop Peter from coming down here with us?"
She sighed. "You two are hepless." Im not all too sure as to what she meant by that, and I prolly don't want to.
"Why on Earth would you need eggs?" My mother ever so rudely demanded.
"Uh... Linnea and I are doing a science project?" It sounded more like a question than on answer.
"Eh, good enough," She dug through the fridge and chucked me a white carton of a dozen eggs. I thanked her and quickly ran out the door.
The Illinois weather was starting to get warmer little by little. I couldn't wait until spring break because I might get to go home for a visit. And by home I mean Jersey, naturally. Not my shitty house here.
Well, the house wasn't "shitty" I guess I just don't like being here in general. The Wentz twins and their gang are the only good things that I have here. I hate the fact we moved just to be closer to Grandma. That old hag...
Before I knew it I found myself at the steps of the great Wentz-household. I heard noises from the backyard so decided to head back there.
"Fuck you!" I heard Peter scream.
"Fuck a man!" Linnea retorded.
"With pleasure!" he yelled. I slowly walked over and Linnea grabbed me.
"Oh, wait, Pete! You can fuck Max, instead. Ya know, maybe so you'll stop screaming her name when you jack-off?"
Its a good thing I wasn't facing her, because I'm pretty sure my glare would burn a whole through her head. Pete grumbled something and slowly closed his window.
"Knew it," she sighed "Poor thing's off to masturbate again." I rolled my eyes at her and shook my shoulder's out of her grasp.
"Gabe, I got your eggs. What are we gonna do with them?"
"Can we shove them up our butts?" Ryland asked all excited.
"Ew. What if it got like stuck. We'd have to shit egg." Patrick noted.
"Plus egg buttsex can't feel too nice." Steph wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"You guys are such idiots."
"Seriously, Gabe? You wanna be the pot or the kettle here?" I spat at him.
"Uh... Pot. Deffintley," he smiled looking slightly confused. "Anyways, we do this with the eggs," he snatched them out of my hands and threw a couple at Peter's window.
"You're cruel. Truly cruel," I told him before grabbing of few eggs of my own to throw at the window.
Within five minutes we had used up all the eggs. They were no longer in the carton, but decorated Pete's window with their yellowy splatters.
The best part was he didn't even notice. You couldn't see him from the angle we were at. I wondered what he was doing. I'd ask, but I'm sure that would automatically bring up the topic of maturbation.
We all collapsed and the wet grass in Linnea's backyard and giggled like crazy-ass children.
"Dude, we should get weed," Gabe said. Because, seriously, who could suggest that other than Gabe?
"Nah," Linnea protested "Pete'll be pissed if we got all fucked and he misses it."
"Ah, true,"
"Is your mom even still home?" I asked her.
"I don't think so..."
"Than what's to stop Peter from coming down here with us?"
She sighed. "You two are hepless." Im not all too sure as to what she meant by that, and I prolly don't want to.
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Spelling and such is prolly not fantastic :/