notes : based on that one deleted scene where they’re at a fast food place
warnings : censored use of the n word—dialogue was copied from the scene.
notes : not rlly any ships just a group setting iykwim. also please send requestsssss, i need some ideas on what 2 write!!
scenario : after a long day of skating, you guys stopped by a fast food restaraunt and ray and fuckshit are arguing over ratings.
“ when I started skating away, her eyes just followed and dropped straight to my dick.” Fuckshit motioned with his hands, recalling what had happened at the skatepark earlier.
Fourthgrade was showing you some of the videos he shot of you when you were skating, so you had currently tuned out the rest of the group
Ray squeezed ketchup onto his singular fry, raising an eyebrow at his statement.
“ but, you know that that girl was looking at me for real?” He asked, eating his fry.
“ n**** no,” fuckshit said, slamming his hands on the table, “ you know I got those looks, son.”
You and Fourthgrade looked up at this, making eye contact with Ruben
he dragged a hand over his face, hiding his smile and the fact he was silently laughing
you grabbed a fry out of Ruben’s plate, trying to refrain from saying anything.
“ What looks?” Ray asked, genuinely confused.
“ I’m an eight!” Fuckshit exclaimed confidently.
“ An eight?” Ray asked in disbelief, turning to look at you and fourth grade.
You and him shared a laugh, both looking down at the checkered tiles to avoid fuckshit’s glare.
“ No way in hell you look better than me.” He snickered.
“ I will bless you with a six and a half.” Ray said.
“ A six?” Fuckshit asked in disbelief.
“ And a half!” Ray shrugged his shoulders.
“ So you think you look better than me.” Fuckshit stated , pointing a finger at him.
“ A hundred percent.” Ray said automatically, leaning his elbows back on the booth.
“ It’s not even a question.”
“ Tell me the number.” Fuckshit said, dropping his shoulders when Ray didn’t answer.
“ I can’t do it to you.” Ray said.
“ What’s your number?” Fuckshit repeated, a huge smile on his face.
“ Just say a number. It’s one word.” He said, holding up a finger on each hand.
“ I’m a humble nine.” Ray stated, voice dead serious as he moved forward in his seat.
“ A nine?” Fuckshit exclaimed, tapping the table with his hands, looking around in disbelief
“ What the fuck?” He said, covering his face with his hands.
This elicited laughter from you, Ruben, and fourthgrade, all three of you guys sharing laughs as Ray just stared at yall.
Then, before anyone could say anything else, the bell above the restaurant door rung, interrupting the completely useless conversation.
“ Sunburn!” Fuckshit called out, looking up at the door.
“ Thought yo ass was doing ten to fifteen.”
“ Yeah, he was fucking scared for his life, you had a field day with your little ass in prison.” Ray said.
Stevie smiled, laughing softly as he walked over to the register
“ Yo, imma be honest,” You started, a smile taking over your face, “ if fuckshit’s a six and a half, and Ray’s a humble nine, then I’m a zero ‘cause yall are straight up lying.” You stated, holding your hands up as if to say ‘I said what I said’.
Fourthgrade laughed from beside you, holding up his camcorder to record the following conversation.
“ Aight, then what would you rate us.” Fuckshit asked, placing his hands flat on the table.
“ I ain’t even gonna answer that, but just know that yalls ratings are so fucking off.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
Ray rolled his eyes, picking up a fry and throwing it at you.
“ Yeah, yo ass is definitely not no humble nine.” You snickered, picking up the fry from your lap and chewing on it.