growing up in queens was always an interesting thing to stevie. whenever she was asked why, she simply shrugged. but it was just something about the scenery, the variety of food, and the interesting. . . interesting people you would meet. you never...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓, having her seatbelt on. she made a sharp right, peter letting out a groan as he slid into the door. the parker boy was happy that he had listened to stevie when she had told him to buckle up. stevie let out a scream of excitement as she stepped on the accelerator, making the car go faster. a laugh then escaped her lips, not caring about the fact that she was going way over the speed limit.
"pete, grab my phone and call ned!" she exclaimed, peter basically hearing the smile that was on her face.
he did as told, reaching over to grab stevie's phone from out of the little pocket that was on her side. he opened up her phone, knowing the passcode, before he went to her contacts and started to scroll until he saw ned's name. he pressed it, putting the phone on speaker so that the both of them would be able to hear. "hello, ned? hey, hey, can you hear me?"
"go for, ned." the boy in question answered.
"and donnie!" donnie's voice appeared.
"ned, we need you to track my phone." peter told the leeds boy.
"yeah, but where is it?" ned questioned, stevie being able to hear the sound of a keyboard in the back.
