We all sat on the cliff, our feet dangled off. We could all easily slip in the water, but we don't.
"It's hot out here." Stan whispers.
"You know what else is hot? Your mom." I say with a smirk.
"I saw it coming, but I didn't stop it." Stan groans.
"You know who else I saw coming? Eddie's mom." Eddie smacked my shoulder.
"Don't bring me into this!" Eddie crosses his arms and puts a fake pout on his lips.
"W-Why all t-t-the mom jo-j-jokes?" Bill asks.
"I'm healing the world with comedy, obvioulsy." I roll my eyes.
"Can a white guy even heal the world?" Ben asks.
"I'm a special kind of white guy?" I say with a shrug.
"We've had the floor for at least four hundred years, you know that right?" Eddie says.
"Maybe I should just shut the fuck up." There was a short pause, "I don't wanna do that."
Stan chuckles before standing up and stripping to his underwear, "It's too hot to just be sitting here." Stan says before throwing himself in the water.
Maybe I should just shut the fuck up. I'm not funny, my comedy can't heal shit.
AN
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