Jump on in guys
Coney sat in his garage tapping out a beat on his drum kit. He had been banging away at it all morning, much to his mother migrane's delight, and almost had it....as well as a sore wrist and aching back. Tonight wouldn't be much fun he thought as he rubbed his forearms.
Looking up at the clock in the greasy garage, he frowned. Today felt restless. Like something should be happening, that he'd forgotten or...something. Standing, her tossed his drumstick into his bag, grabbing his board and a soda. "I'm heading to the park ma!" he yelled up over the screaming of his younger siblings.
y'all can take the plot wherever you wanna go from here~ I was thinking they were nto friends (Or re-friends) yet