“Bridie?” She laughs, playfully punching him in the arm. “I bet you bruise like a peach. Now give me weed.”

She mimics him, a mocking tone repeating ‘I do not.’ as she grabs the joint from his hand. “You’re like this annoying brother I never had.” She remarks, placing the joint in her mouth. “You got a light?” She mumbles, joint blocking her mouth.

Eyebrows furrowed, she takes a long hit, puffing smoke out as she hands the joint over to him. “Oh, stop. You always give me free weed.” She remarks, twiddling with the friendship bracelet on her wrist. “A good brother doesn’t flirt with the girls I bring to The Hideout.”

She rolls her eyes, glaring at him. “They’re my friends, doofus.” She says affectionately, taking another drag from the joint. “How would you feel if I flirted with one of your friends?”

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I wanna squish them in my hands like a toy.

But what if you get stung?

Having someone pee on your sting is worth it?

You’re right because I’ll probably end up agreeing with you and that’s rarely a good thing.

She hesitates, causing the bag to smack her right on the cheek. “What the hell? You barely gave me any time to catch.” She pouted, grabbing the bag off the ground.

“Hm, okay.” She says, tearing the bag open and dumping all of the skittles into her mouth. Including the red ones.

“Well, maybe you should’ve /shared/ that you were going to throw a bag at my head.” She mumbles, swallowing the rest of the skittles. She hands him some quarters to go buy a new one. “I want the yellow ones.” She says, jumping on his back.