"Goo goo," the boy said.
The smiley face did not reply.
"I said, `goo goo,'" the boy said again, breaking into gales of
laughter.
"I said," the smiley face said, unfamiliar with the rest of the
sentence.
"I said `goo' fucking `goo'!" the boy shouted.
"I said...fucking," the smiley face said.
The boy chuckled a trippy chuckle and glanced at the others -
and saw that none were laughing. He turned around and saw Peter.
Busted.
"What the fuck is going on?" Peter said loudly.
"What the fuck is going on?" the smiley face mimicked, deadpan,
minus the fury.
The others guiltily bowed their heads, mindful of Peter's
palpable anger - all except for Ivy who, turning to avoid looking
at Peter directly, rubbed her nose to stifle a small giggle. In
her attempt to contain her mirth, the situation worsened and her
cheeks puffed and she burst out laughing.
Peter approached her with his hands on his hips.
"What's so fucking funny?"
The boy holding the microphone quickly switched it off, before
the smiley face could say anymore.
"You are," Ivy said, bringing her knuckles to her face,
sputtering out more giggles. "You are, love."
The boys chuckled nervously, like maybe this wasn't so bad after
all.
At the sound of the sharp slap, all laughter ceased.
Peter stood there, eyes blazing at her, his hand still raised in
the air.
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