zoomer & the trashmouth

chapter three

"mommm," mike whined. "do richie & his friends have to be here tonight?"
"oh so because you're friends can come over mine can't?"
   "yeah, because i dont want my friends smelling like sewage by the end of the night."
   "mike," their mom cut in. "don't be rude. richie's friends are....lovely."
   "mom," richie cut in.
   "you're right im sorry," she puts her arms around both her kids. "i know your groups of friends don't get along well, but cant you guys just get it together so we only have to do one birthday party. it'd just be easier on your father & i."
   richie removes himself from his mother's grasp. "its not that our friends don't get along," he stares at mike. "its that me & mike don't get along."
   "mike & i," his brother corrected.
   "eat shit," richie shoved him.
   "richie!"
   mike shoved him back, "you eat shit."
   "mike!"
   richie ran to tackle his brother in a sudden outburst .
   "no!" shs grabbed richie by the shirt collar & pulled him away. "either you boys are gonna have a combined party with both groups of friends or no birthday, okay?"
the two boys nod as mike whispers to richie;
"you fuck this up & i'll actually kill you."