Grover hopped in Sean’s old mini-van and looked out the window while Enema of the state by Blink-182 started playing. At the diner, Grover sat in the back by himself at any empty booth playing Super Mario on his old Gameboy while Charlotte and the other diner employees worked and cleaned around him. He had beaten this particular game maybe 20 times before yet he still loved to play. At this point he had complete mastery of the game and had solved every little puzzle and riddle the game had to offer him. Yet to see himself flawlessly defeat every level and every opponent was therapy. He could get so lost in this game, the outside world ceased to exist. He didn’t even have to think about his strategy or what lay on ahead, being so well versed in it. Each level flowed neatly into the next and everything fell right into place. In the real world he felt the complete opposite. But all that mattered so little when he was playing.

 

Grover had planned on going home to play more games, but the group text between Georgie, him, and Roger had started to get some action. It sounded as if Georgie and a friend of his had dropped Roger off at Lachance’s and were laying low in Georgie’s car while Roger infiltrated the party. On Eric’s snapchat he could see Roger shotgun a beer with some soccer player with Wesley Lachance in the background wearing the Timerland jersey which dipped down to his knees. Roger hadn’t even been invited to the party anyways. He had been Grover’s plus one. It was Grover who had received the golden ticket to the party, yet that came and passed like many things in his life. After initially being pissed off at his friend he realized that he just wanted to be there with him. He’d never been to any event like this. Or been accepted by any of his classmates. So what if everyone said that Wesley was just making fun of him. This could be a golden opportunity. Maybe not just to be noticed by his classmate but to have fun with Roger doing something else besides gaming. He didn’t even care about getting the jersey back anymore. It was other people that made attaining the jersey important. But even so it felt the jersey stood for something so much more.

 

“Sean. Can you drop me of at this kids house. Wesley Lachance. I think I’m gonna have a good Friday afterall.”

 

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Georgie and Marquis sat in Georgie’s old car smoking a black and mild while playing Illmatic by Nas. They were parked several houses past the Lachance residence as they brainstormed possible plans of action. They could hear the music and the sounds of a basketball game emanating from Wesley Lachance’s backyard.

“Yo, dude. So what are we gonna do?” Asked Marquis

“I’m not sure” Georgie said staring at his phone. “Roger hasn’t texted anything in awhile. Last message I got was a photo of the thief wearing the Jersey.”

“Haha that bitch is white as hell. We could take him no cap. I don’t think Germany stands a chance though.” Marquis said looking over at Georgies phone.

“Lets just go in there. Beat his ass and yank that jersey off. Easy as chicken pie.”

“We just can’t fight some 15 year old. We have to be stealthy. What would Batman do?”

“Batman would probably beat his ass and yank that jersey off... Fuck batman anyways lets go full Joker on the bitch and cut him up” Laughed Marquis.

“Well, you’re a lot of help.” Said Georgie crossly

“Why do you even give a shit man? I’m bored as fuck. Let’s go downtown. Are the cuties are at Senor Cactus right now.”

“I don’t know man, I thought it would be fun. I always thought we’d make a good detective duo. Plus I kinda like Grover. Whenever I went to Charlotte’s everyone was always shitting on the little guy, but none of it seemed to effect him at all. I know I wasn’t like that when I was a kid.”

“I was a kick ass little hipsta.” Said Marquis. “All the milfs would hold me and pinch my cheek.”

“Where is that other guy anyways. He’s the one you’re supposedly helping but he ain’t even here.”

“You do make a good point. I think we can plan something though. Remember when we stole all that Adderall from the school pharmacy. We were unstoppable.” Recounted Georgie.

“Yo, that was so sick. We made a whole G off that stash.” Said Marquis

“You were slick as fuck.”

“Well, I couldn’t have done it if you never charmed the cashier. And boy did you charm her.” Said Gerogie

“The chicks dig me, what can I say.” Said Marquis.

As they chatted together, Georgie noticed a blue minivan pull up beside. The passenger side window slowly rolled down revealing Grover and Sean with a big crooked grin etched on his face.

“Thought that was you. What’s up boys. Out steaking a high school party.”

“Sup Sean. Uh.. Na we were just selling weed to this house right here.” Georgie said while giving a knowing glance at Grover. "Whats sup Grove man. I like that shirt."
"Oh, uh thanks." Grover said anxiously

“Yeah they’re huge stoners.” Said Marquis as he flashed a couple hundreds. “Best customers in town.”

“Tight!” Said Sean. “Well I’m just dropping this little guy off at some high school party. You Boys wanna come chill at Senor cactus. Charlotte and her friends might meet us later. It’s gonna be dope.”

“I don’t know, we have plans, right Marquis?”

“Na, we’ll definitely be there. The chicks are fine at Senor Cactus.”

“You’re hilarious dude.” Said Sean. “We’ll see you there.”

“Thanks for the lift Sean.” Said Grover as he put his backpack on and stumbled over to Wesley’s house.

Sean waved bye, rolled up his window and drove away.

“Alright alright! Georgie. Let’s go. That’s gonna be way more fun!”

“Come on Marquis. We have to give it at least one shot.”

Aaah come on. That jersey is porky pigs, huh? Said Marquis as they watch Grover stumble down the driveway through the rearview mirror. “I bet that dude gives no fucks about no Johnny Timberland jersey.”

“Stop! We have to at least try.”

“Well you haven’t come up with shit.” Said Marquis

“Hmm well help me think of something then.”

“Whatever dude. I’m just gonna go in and take it. Maybe I can win it in a game of ball. Nobody can shoot like Marquis. Shooters gotta shoot. Then we go to senor Cactus and shoot our shot there.”

“What that’s your plan?” said Georgie. “That’s not going to work. You have a beard. How are you just gonna just show up at some high school party.”

“Watch me hipsta. Anyways I’m only 5’6. They won’t even notice. I'm gonna rip that jersey off that kids back and then we're gonna pawn that shit.”

“You’re 5’4..” Said Georgie under his breath as he watched Marquis stride in after Grover. Georgie took a drag from his black and mild and stayed seated in his car letting Nas's lyrics bask over him.
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented, with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology