“Cant come guys. Gotta work on m’ old girl.”

He denies Henrys attempts at egging him out of the garage.

“Come on!!”

Henry whines.

Patrick was off messing with a lighter, Victor was baked out of his mind and Belch was covered in oil. You were sat in his garage, messing with the music. Henry was still whining.

Belch eventually won the argument and Henry, plus the rest of the gang, buggered off. This left you and Belch again, you munching on the cherries his mom brought out for you.

“Y’know Im allergic to cherries?”

He smirks.

“I dont care, theyre amazing.”

You reply, shovelling another cherry in your gob.

“I wouldnt mind your cherries.”

He snickered, grabbing a wrench.