I pulled myself down the street, I already ate my toast to the fullest and I've been riding for a good 10 minutes, me and my friends usually meet up at Neilbolt Street(or St.) There was a creepy house of this particular street, we called it "The Neilbolt Crack house". We never seriously went into the house but I don't think we would even have the balls to do it, I wouldn't do it...As I turned on the street I saw 3 bikes rounded up mostly in the circle and as I closely came I saw my three close friends.
One of them had curly hair, his name was Andrew Charles. He was Jewish and so was his sister, Carli. Andrew was 14-year-old, I was older than him by a few months, Andrew had dark browns eyes and his mouth was atleast 5 inches away from his nose. his sister Carli was 12 years old, she was the youngest of the group...She was more of the sense able person of the group, she was cute in more of a baby way, I wouldn't wish anything bad on her. Jamie had his hair mostly stood upwards, he had acne on his face, mainly on his cheeks and his eyes were green, Jamie screamed my name, which was a nickname I had since the 7th grade.
"Hey, Dummie!"
I got the nickname because I had been sent back a grade due to me not having a care in the world to do any of my work, now daily, I get called Dummy or Dummie by my friends and Hawk, Hawk is an asshole who bullied us, we think he took that missing girl; Jane Green, and dumped her body in the sewers, this may have been an odd theory but we were barely adults, our theories were idiotic and completely irrelevant. Though how my nickname was made was using My real name, which was Donnie, Donnie Junkson. I had both a dumb nickname and a dumb last name. My mom always told me to rock the last name with style but Junk isn't style, it's Junk, it's in the damn name. I continued gracefully down the street as Andrew and Jamie were yelling and shouting at each other about something I had seriously no idea about, I listened in as I stopped my bike near
Andrew commanded.
"You're being fucking stupid, you know Batman could easily get fucked by Iron Man!"
Jamie looked at him, not pissed but mildly confused by his statement
"You must be stupider to think Batman would lose to Iron man, you're practically sucking him off at this point!"
I never understood the point of reading, maybe it could've been the reason I was failing school of the million time, but they were talking about those superhero comic books. They may have been book readers but I was a T.V head, if I ever saw a comic, it better be on T.V or I ain't reading it, now that I'm thinking about it...What I just said sounded retarded..I sighed as my eyes searched for someone or something but I mainly saw those two arguing but Carli on the other hand was looking like she was pouting, she usually had this red face that looked like she was holding her breath. She got on her bike and rolled around the two, I frowned at them both before saying an important clue when it came down to Batman.
"Does….Batman or Iron Man have time before this happens?"
It was an odd question, but I had remembered them talking about some random bullshit when it came down to "Batman". I was pretty sure they said Batman was a super genius or something, I could have been completely wrong but I kinda liked these conversations but I wasn't the yelling type, to begin with. But continuing, they both looked at me. Andrew looked extremely dumbfounded and Jamie had the most charismatic smile. He then said in a slow voice, seemingly looking like he was trying to spread his words out.
"Yeah..how long will it be…before the fight."
He clicked his tongue making a popping sound as if he had already won the fight. Andrew sighed before pulling the middle finger up towards Jamie's face.
"Fuck you."
He said, pulling it back before kicking his feet off into the wind, his bike flying. Jamie laughed uncontrollably, shouting
"ANDREW COME BACK, YOU HAVEN'T KISSED YOUR MOM YET!"
To really explain this joke, Andrew was a Mama's boy. During the first months of our friend group, we were hanging out in Andrew's room and his mom came in and gave us some milk, Andrew told his mom "I love you, Mommy". Jamie accidentally spat out because no kid above the age of 10 calls their mom "Mommy", and Jamie's reaction made me laugh harder than before. I remember EXACTLY the look on Andrew's face when Jamie spat out his milk, though we usually see Andrew kissing his mom(on the cheek) when we are at his house, and when he forgets, his mom reminds him.
Jamie continued to laugh and I had no force to stop me from chuckling as well. I hopped on my bike strolling down the street, with Carli behind me and Jamie following. I couldn't bare to think about that girl, her parents must be shitting bricks from how long she has been gone. Everyone made their way, twisting their wheels and stopping our legs on long hills, we finally made it into Derry, our home, it was primarily red, and bricks were practically everywhere you so pleased, I saw Carli smiling speeding ahead trying to race me, I wasn't the football player Andrew always asked me because of my socks, so even if I tried to catch up, her little legs that could run faster than I could, she would be the obvious victor.
moving on to Carli's brother; Andrew, in my opinion, wasn't confident in himself, that's somewhat why I like him as a friend, he is like me, just a kid wishin' for something more than school and a life full of pricks. Jamie on the other hand was not even close to Andrew, he was always so outgoing, and his jokes could easily make the day better than how shitty it was originally. Carli wasn't the bravest girl, but when times were tough, she spoke some sense into us, either when we were about to do something stupid or do something we had no place doing. I propped my bike in an alleyway, Jamie was behind for some reason… now that I looked back, he wasn't there…to begin with. But Carli and Andrew, they were right there, I frowned as I felt something grave was about to happen to Jamie.