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his hand moved toward his pocket, pulling out his keys. once inside, stan led the two of them downstairs; sitting on the couch. “ voilà. “

“ we could . . . go back to my place. “ “ the basement’s more interesting than ninety percent of this town. “

he chuckled, getting up to stretch. “ wanna get out of here? “

he nodded. “ of course. why wouldn’t i? “

“ yeah, i missed you too. “ he let the joint rest on his lower lip.

“ fair enough. “ he said with a smirk, taking a drag from the joint. “ how’ve you been? “

he’s taking one in between his fingers, pulling out his lighter. “ where’d you get these? “

pokes her back.

he wants to be with her too.

interesting.

he misses ***

running his hand through her hair, he smiled; looking down at her. “sorry about that. i missed you too.”

he smiled, sitting down on the couch. “so... what’s up with you?”

twirling his record in hand, he turned to face her. “sydney’s alive!”

great, he’ll be in the basement.

he’ll be there.

definitely! how’s tonight sound?

he won’t! promise!

he missed her too.