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"Lucas? Wyatt, you copy? I've got four quarters. What's your haul?"

Wyatt quickly snapped his eyes wide open, getting up from his resting bed and snatched up his walkie talkis,

"Two on my side."

"If it helps, I got some extras if you need."

Wyatt shrugged, "It's fine Lucas."

"So who's calling Mike?"

"You call Mike," Dustin came in.

"Dude, I gotta go take a shower from doing real work, like man," Lucas countered. "Over and out."

Wyatt snickered before saying. "Dustin, call Mike. Lucas and I will meet you over at the arcane. Over and out."

Wyatt clicked off his walkie-talkie and set it on his dresser. Then, he swung open his closet door, eyes scanning the shirts on their hangers and grabbing his favorite shirt and one of the sets of clothes that Joyce gotten for him.

From somewhere in the house, Wyatt heard a knocking at the front door, and his sister shouted, telling him that one of his friends were here. Quickly, he grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on,

"Coming!"

He picked up his shoes from the floor and ran from his room. His sister, Jesse stood at the open door, where Lucas stood in the frame.

"Hey man," Lucas said, smiling lightly.

Wyatt put his shoes on as he promptly sped out the door with Lucas, both grabbing their bikes before riding out to meet with the other three.

"You ready to get beat on Pac Man?" Lucas smirked playfully, making his friend snort and roll his eyes.

"In your dreams."

Wyatt smiled as they parked up to the Palace Arcade, spotting Dustin and Mike, as Joyce's car drove by. Both placed their bikes in the racks as Joyce honked twice, grabbing the boys attention.

Lucas placing their bike in the racks. Joyce honked twice, grabbing their attention.

"Hey!" Lucas called, waving.

As Will got out of the car, Wyatt patted him by the head and gave him a light smile as the lad returned the gesture.

The group raced for the doors, excited for the next two hours. Inside the five of them crowed around Dragon's Lair, listening as the princess told Dustin how to slay the dragon.

"Oh, Jesus," Dustin said. "I'm in uncharted territory here, guys."

"Down! Down, down," the rest of them chorused, watching the screen, even Wyatt was trying to shout out to him on where to pull the controller.

"I'm going! I'm going!" Dustin exclaimed, pushing down on the joystick.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"The sword!" Wyatt pressed, bumping agaisnt Mike as she tried to look over Dustin's shoulder. "Get it!"

"Okay!" Dustin exclaimed at all of them. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! All of you shut up!"

The boys cried out as the knight was engulfed in the dragon's flames, and Dustin gasped. Wyatt let out a 'yikes' as Dustin said, " No. No. No!" as his knight crumbled into a pile of bones.

"No, no, no!" Dustin exclaimed. He hit the machine," I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of bitch! Peice a shit."

As Wyatt pat him in the back, Lucas leaned against the game smirking, "You're not nimble enough. But you'll get there one day." He pointed, leaning forward. "But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine."

"Cool it down Lucas," Wyatt chuckled, "Dustin's suffered enough as it is."

"It's true Pac-Man champ." Lucas winked.

"Heh, by very least. You have Princess Daphne. Dustin still got Dig Dug and I most of all, have Pac-Man." Wyatt slightly gloated with pride.

Behind them, someone asked," You sure about that?" They all turned to see Keith, with his usual bag of cheese puffs, smiling at the group.

"Sure about what?" Dustin asked, eyes wide.

Keith said nothing, and instead bit down on another puff looking directly at Dustin. Dustin glanced around the group, wide-eyed, before realizing what he meant.

"Oh no..."

"No! No!" Dustin pushed past the boys and rushed to the next isle of games with Wyatt second-close behind as they grabbed the machine and stared at it with dreat at the screen.

Unlike usual, it was not Dustin's name that held the top rank but-

"Mad Max?" Lucas muttered.

"751,300 points!" Will exclaimed.

"That's impossible," Mike said, peering at the screen.

"Alright, who's the bastard that bested us."

Dustin looked at the screen to see who beat them, "Max Max."

Wyatt stood straight and turned to Keith, "The hell's Mad Max?"

"Better than you," Keith remarked smartly, orange crumbs falling from his mouth. Wyatt furrowed her eyebrows.

Dustin flipped him off, moving aside as Wyatt pointed at Keith,

"And let me guess, it's you huh."

Keith squinted his eyes. "You know I despise Dig Dug." Wyatt inwardly thought that he wasn't very good at any games anyway, but kept it to himself.

"Then who is it?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, spill it, Keith," Dustin spat.

"You want information, then I need something in return," Keith said, spitting a bit as he spoke. Wyatt groaned, immediately knowing where this was headed. The group turned to both of them in a creepy, tight smile.

"No, no, no," Mike said, looking back at Keith. "No way. You're not getting a date with her."

"She has a boyfriend," Wyatt pointed out. "And there's no way in hell you're getting my sister. She'll murder you in bed."

"Kinky."

Wyatt rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't say that." He muttered.

"Mike, bro, come on," Lucas pleaded. "Just get him the dates."

"No." Wyatt quickly dismissed.

"We're not prostituting our sisters. No way in hell that's happening." Mike exclaimed.

"It's for a good cause!" Lucas exclaimed, waving his hands.

"You won't do Erica like that would you?" Wyatt questioned him.

"I mean I know she's my sister but given in time, let's think about it for one moment now that you mentioned it-"

"Lucas!" Wyatt smacked him on the head in disbelief.

"No, don't get him the date," Dustin spoke up, stepping forward. "Know why? He's gonna spread his nasty ass rash to your whole families!"

"If that's the case, he definitely ain't dating Jesse." Wyatt smirked.

"Acne isn't a rash, and it isn't contagious, you prepubescent wastoid," Keith hissed defensively.

"Oh, I'm a wastoid?" Dustin asked. "Neither of them wouldn't go on a date with you anyway. You make like what, 2.50 an hour?"

"Steve makes more." Wyatt said, "And according to the gossip Nancy and Jesse have, they say his big."

Lucas turned to him, "What do you mean big?"

"I don't know what they meant but that's what they said but either way, it must mean Steve's better 10x than Keith." Wyatt remarked as Dustin kept going at Keith.

While this was going on, Wyatt felt something dizzy in his head. As though everything around him was going at ablaze, Wyatt nearly fell on the ground until Lucas caught him and pulled him up.

"You okay?"

Wyatt nodded, "Y-yeah....sorry." He shakes his head, "Kinda tripped for a moment." Wyatt gave a small smile.

Lucas stared for a moment then quickly shrugged before both notices Will gone. They both followed Mike as he went out to find Will standing outside.

"Will!" Mike said, take a few steps towards their friend. "You okay?"

Will gasped, turning around to look at Mike, Wyatt, and Lucas, then turned to look at the skyline as Wyatt frowned.

"Yeah," Will said. "I just...I needed some air." He was lying but Wyatt didn't say anything.

"Come on," Mike said. "You're up on Dig Dug." He wrapped an arm around Will's shoulder and turned him around.

Wyatt stepped back inside and held the door open for them. "Let's go beat this Mad Max's score." Lucas smirked.

"No one messes with the Party's score."