i kick a pebble making it roll away from us.

"mikey, sorry, for all of this happening," i say quietly.

"it's not your fault, it just sucks is all," i nod my head even though he can't see me.

it's always been us, "the goonies", our parents were all friends making us all friends, and i can't imagine it not being how it's always been.

"who are you going to hang out with? after all of this?" mikey asks with a voice laced with wonder.

"well, mouth's staying, i'll be friends with him," i reply. mouth irritates me more than my own mother does, which says quite a lot.

"yeah, have fun with that," he grins now, there's that award-winning grin.

"shut up," i nudge him just as we walk up his driveway. he unlatches his gate and allows me to go in first. i run towards the stairs dodging everything that littered the lawn, topping everything off by jumping the stairs two at a time.

i open the door to find brand lying on a recliner watching tv in work out gear.

"shouldn't the clothes come with an actual workout?" i ask him walking towards the kitchen.

"very funny nicky,"

i open the cupboards while looking for the chips that mikey's dad hides.

i spot the sour cream and onions ones, fist pumping upon my win.

"hey brand, look, while you miserably get buff, i'll happily get fat!" i yell popping chips into my mouth.

"looks hurt, metal mouth," he groans as he lifts weights.

"harsh," i reply sitting on the couch and lifting my legs up. mikey lies on his bed looking around his room, as if it were to get up and walk away any moment, which, technically speaking, it was.

"mikey! stop grouching around and lighten up will ya," i call out.

"oh bummer, nothing exciting ever happens around here anyway. who needs the goondocks? who needs this house? i can't wait to get outta here," he mumbles before picking up a copy of a mad magazine. i shake my head as i watch him thumb through it in a mood.

"really,?" brand asks him not looking up from his mini workout.

"nah, i was just trying to delate myself- no, no, uh, dicta-? dictate myself?"

"delude, that's delude yourself dummy," brand tells him shaking his head. i pop another chip into my mouth watching the ceiling fan go by. mikey's quite right, nothing exciting ever happens around here.

"that's what i said!" mikey says sitting up and throwing his magazine to the side. mikey runs over to brand and tries to push his weight onto him.

"ha! get em' mikey!" i call out, choking on a chip.

"agh!" i yell sitting up and coughing up the chip, finally relieving myself just a bit.

"adopted wuss," brand tells mikey pushing him away, going to answer the door as soon and a knock was heard.

"adopted wuss? i'm no adopted wuss, i'll kill you brand!" mikey calls while chasing after him.

i sit up on occasion of a visitor, i wouldn't want one of brand's friends to see me choking while crumbs sat on my shirt.

"oh, it's mouth," i hear brand say before walking back into the living room.

"hey, mikey! yo, mikey! hey, mikey, seen adrian? hey guys, what's going down?!" he yells walking in and bobbing his head before spotting me.

"ah, nicky! what a pleasant surprise!" mouth says slapping his foot down on the table,

"shut up mouth," i groan looking to mikey for moral support.

"mouth, get your foot off the table," brand tells him in disapproval.

"you got it," he replies pointing to him. i can't help to hold back my laughter at the actions of the young boy.

"mouth, you are such an idiot," i say laughing. soon, the laughs turn into me falling off the couch and rolling around.

"mouth's the dork?" brand teases.

i sit up and switch to a serious face as fast as i can.

"what'd you say to me brandon?" i ask him squinting my eyes at him.

"i said, nicole, that you are a dork, a metal-mouthed dork," he replies grinning. the swear on my life that the walshes have killer grins.

"hey! mikey has braces too!" i yell in defense.

"don't bring me into-"

"no-"

"guys!"

"hey, what is this? a nuclear sunday or something? come on guys, this is our last weekend together, last goonie weekend. we got to be goin' out in style, cruisin' the coast, sniffin' some lace, downin' some brews, this is just depressing," mouth interrupts us all. we stare at him comprehending what he just said.

"mouth, didn't i tell you to take your foot off the table?" brand shouts to him breaking the silence. my laughter fits begin again and mikey even cracks a grin.

"hey guys!" we all hear from outside. i look towards the door as mikey and mouth rush over to see who it is.

"jerk alert, it's chunk," mouth says peering through the screen door. mikey shakes his head and turns back to the living room.

"do you guys wanna see a movie or something?" mikey asks looking to me.

"uh, sure, as long as everyone else wants to go," i reply looking into the bag to see that i ate all of the chips, to my dismay.

"first, you gotta do the truffle shuffle," mouth screams out to chunk. i sit up looking over to mouth. what an insensitive dirtbag, i think as i walk over to the door with a smile on my face.

"do it," mouth yells out to chunk as i reach the door, peeking my head around the corner to watch chunk jiggle his belly around.

i laugh with mouth watching chunk, it was mean, sure, but i couldn't help to not crack a smile at the sight.

"cut it out, guys," mikey says looking out to chunk. he pushes through us and pulls a cord to set up his rube goldberg machine. we watch the series of events happen until it finally opens the gate allowing chunk in. he should've just walked around and used the side door like any reasonable person.

"thanks guys, oh thanks," he breathes once he reaches us by the door.

"don't mention it," i say pointing to him and turning.

"you guys are not going to believe this, this time i'm telling the truth!" chunk says in a hurry.

"feed the fish mikey," brand says from where he's sitting. i then turn to him with a smirk on my face. a round of tease brand as much as possible to get remarks back doesn't sound too bad right now.

"hey brand, how'd ya fail your drivers test? did ya do wheelies and donuts in the parking lot?" i ask him.

"flunked your drivers test," i hear mouth say beside me while shaking his head.

"shut up mouth, and i don't own a monster truck you dork," brand tells me setting his exercise spring thing down.

"...they were four wheel driving and bullets- bullets were flying everywhere! it was amazing!" i heard chunk say to mikey over by the door.

"more amazing than the time michael jackson came over to your house to use the bathroom?"

"more amazing than the time you saved those old people from that nursing home fire? right?"

"and i bet it was more amazing than the time you ate your weight in godfathers pizza, huh?"

i get bored with their conversation and tune to what's happening right outside. i walk over to the door past mikey and chunk to see data yelling to himself from his house. he's standing dangerously close to the zipline he set up himself from his roof to mikey's porch. once he plays spy music he jumps.

"data!" i scream in horror thinking he's going to fall straight to his death. luckily he's perfectly stable. mouth opens the door wider for him come in.

"the screen door, the screen!-" mikey yells but data's already pushing his way through the door, pushing me down onto mouth, who pushes down onto mikey, who falls in brands arms, who nudges chunk, who knocks into the table. i look up from being tangled in mouth and datas legs to see chunk holding a statue.

"i bet you guys thought i was going to drop it, huh? i knew you would think that from good ole chunk," he says smiling and setting the statue onto the end of the table, causing it to fall down.

"chunk!" we all scream.

"oh no," he says turning to it.