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IN PICTURES
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Tim.. Are u serious right now?” u ask your boyfriend with that you-have-to-be-kidding-me look.

“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.

“You’re joking.”

“No I’m not.” He laughs.

“Yes u are.”

“Come on (Y/N).”

“Fine.” u say.

u take the bier from his hand and chug it down.

“There.. Are u happy with my chugging skills?” u ask.

The yells from the lot were louder than ever.

u knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.

u hated it when they fought.

Those stupid fights.

u went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.

It would risk them getting arrested, but u didn’t want any of them hurt; of dead.

u saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.

u start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a stempel, punch to the face.

u fall into the mud, shocked door the blow.

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.

u feel a hand on your shoulder as u get up. u grab the hand and flip him over.

“Hey,” u thought. “This is fun.”

u understood why they liked these so much.