The Suicide Squad: A Short Story

It was my junior year of high school. One of the happiest, most exciting years of my life. It wasn’t because I was finally able to drive, or because I was excited to almost be done with high school. It was because I had the most amazing friend group in the world. I had the Suicide Squad. We did everything together, went for breakfast, made Decorah trips, and talked constantly in our group chat. We each had our own nicknames acquired over the first few months of squad-ship. The first nickname given was God simply because what he said went. The next was Trash. Although we love him just as much as everyone else and really didn’t think he was trash, he just had too many unnecessary letters in his last name that I decided needed to be taken out
Four of us were in cross country and had completed our watermelon run that night. Somehow we weren’t totally stuffed with our juicy watermelons from practice, and we wanted more. Me and FSM were best friends at this point and we devised a plan to buy more watermelon at Fareway and eat up in the tree loft where my zip line starts. We had been friends with God for a long time and had been friends with Trash’s older brother, so it seemed like a no brainer to invite them. FSM picked up Prick on the way to my house and I went to Fareway with God and used his super Fareway skills to pick up the best watermelon ever. We made our way to my house and I ran inside to get a knife calling out to my dad, “What kind of knife do you use to cut watermelon?”. He was slightly confused as could be expected, and I grabbed a knife and ran out before he got his thoughts together enough to answer. None of us were expert watermelon cutters, and it showed on that poor, mangled watermelon, but that was the day that our individual friendships began to meld into an amazing group we called the Watermelon Gang, later called Suicide
Things happened and FSM starting dating Trash. Not one day after, God asked me out as well. And for a while it was okay. We put up some ground rules for when we hung out as a group, such as no making out and stuff (like no duh), and cuddling to a minimum. FSM and Trash were kind of a touchy couple, and it didn’t bother me much but Bean and Prick would get quite annoyed. Me and God weren’t that way at the time, but that changed after I went away for just over a week to visit my sister, and after that, we wanted to spend every second of every day with each other and just be close. We weren’t gross or anything, but we definitely always held hands or something when we were together. And this is when a lot of problems pulled us all