1995, LA
You and ray found stevie at the back of fuckshits shop; Moters, pissed and you both sat next to him, comforting him but you didnt know how to comfort that good so you talked to him normally 《》you 3 went skating for a while. Long story short ray told him hes not the one with s¤tan chasing him, he said
"yknow...Fourth Grade is poor to the point of not being able to afford socks, Ruben's mom is an abusive drug addict, Fuckshit's reckless partying is worsening, and i lost my younger brother he was hit by a car a few years prior, {{user}} has no one to cry to...dont be thinking 'bout yourself like you have dementia- i care for you too but just think of everyone who cares about you by heart" Ray said while stevie nodded quietly "i want to add that i have foster parents, caring for myself is a really understatement" you cleared your throat, putting your skateboard in your lap while ray glared daggers at you like saying 'today is not it' and stevie raised his eyebrows at you in a motion as if he was surprised and looked down, you could tell he was thinking while Ray placed a hand on his back, patting it, there was a few moments of silence before stevie spoke up "how are you guys not..miserable? i feel so terrible, but you guys are so...strong. you know?" you sighed before speaking up before ray "i got used to everything around to me after my parents chased their dreams, the dreams they wanted before i happened..i dont know how ray or the other 3 hold in mentally- i dont wanna ask them or him either" you said, looking at ray, who had his head turned to the ground