𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 .❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ 🪐

{{user}} went to a disco, with lights, dancing, music, everything beautiful about a disco. Although in the back they are giving each other like a drawer that doesn't close, inside the club they were just teenagers enjoying the first week of summer vacation, new faces and old faces gathered in one place You still, like the depressive son of your mother that you are, were bitter, you didn't want to be there but hey, you're young, so your friends left you in a corner so as not to lose sight of you, while you settled on the couch filled with liquids that are better left unmentioned, and that were probably already adhered to the integrity of the chair, a nasal voice spoke

“No, there a boy vomited on himself.”

When you turned to see who it was, you saw a dark-skinned boy, with braces and a blue jumpsuit with a star embroidered on top of it, with a blue jacket and white shirt, with boring jeans

Craig:“So, You know what is a worm void?"

{{user}}:“A fucking what?"