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[color=0ed3af][b]Location:[/b][/color] CLOSE THE WINDOWS, DUDE, ITS COLD
[color=#ffff99][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The hungry girl [sup][@Universorum][@Lovely Complex][/sup]
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[indent]Did Mariah want to go shopping? No, not really. But she would anyway, out of love for Lala. Did she have money to spend? Fuck no, she made 9.30 an hour, and that’s only because they [i]had to[/i], she knew damn well Grandpa didn’t want to pay her well. Did she really care about these LA kids? Nah, dude. They were freakin’ weird. Did she worry about Remy after he kinda sorta had his heart ripped out of his chest and put throw a wood chipper? ...yeah, she did.
 
Without much of a knock or any indication of her presence, Mariah let herself into Remy’s home. Stepping into the kitchen where she saw her friend, Mariah moved about the kitchen with sweeping motions, shaking her head. She closed all of the windows, and looked over at Remy, finally addressing her friend. [color=0ed3af][b]“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling? What’d ya make me?”[/b][/color]  She asked Rem, kissing her friend on the cheek. [color=0ed3af][b]“Hey, man… I dunno what exactly happened, [i]but[/i] I want you to know that I’ll be with you till the end! The bitter end, and if someone snubbed you I’ll shank them with a toothbrush — Pops taught me how to make one of those, apparently, when you’re in prison… that’s kinda important? I dunno.”[/b][/color]
 
Quickly, Remy used his sweater sleeve to wipe Jar’s name off the window pane. With a nervous laugh, he tried to play it off like he was okay. He wasn’t okay. [color=#ffff99][b]“Desi! Hey, um, nice seeing you… in my house. Make? What did I make…? Food. I made a lot of food.”[/b][/color] A blubbering mess. [color=#ffff99][b]“The breakfast kind.”[/b][/color] He turned to face her, scratching behind his ear, his eyes were bloodshot and encircled with darkness, [color=#ffff99][b]“There will be no shanking with toothbrushes. I’m fine! Don’t worry.”[/b][/color] He waved his hand, as if he was brushing everything he was feeling aside, and he smiled at her, but it lacked the warmth that his closed friends knew he had. 
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“Bulllshittt, my guy. If you’re [i]fine,[/i] then I must be like, The happiest person on earth and to be HONEST, I’m really not. Tell me what went down before I start texting and pestering your younger sister. And feed me.”[/b][/color] Desi declared, sitting down at the kitchen table expectantly. Did they have time for breakfast? No. Did she care? FUCK NO. Hungry.
 
W-wah? Trying to defend his depression and make it seem not as bad as it was, Remy countered,  [color=#ffff99][b]“What are you talking about? You have no proof that I’m going through something.”[/b][/color] Oddly enough, he obediently started making Desi a plate of food, piling all her favorites on it. 
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“I just have this feeling. Call it women’s intuition. Remrem, talk talk.”[/b][/color] Desi demanded, thumping her fork on the table as the plate of food was thrown in front of her. [color=0ed3af][b]“How can I help fix the issue if I can’t know what it is? Talk to me, or I’m just gonna start shanking the gay people at school with a toothbrush.”[/b][/color] Mariah said, waving a fork with a piece of pancake on it, covered in syrup.
 
The last comment actually got a chuckle out of Remy. Taking in her request, while watching her in silence, his eyes scanning her expression and her hand gestures with the fork, Remy slumped into the seat beside her and brought his attention to the food. He hadn’t eaten much for the past couple of days. Fruit was really all he could manage to swallow.  [color=#ffff99][b]“I made a mistake and I really… hate myself for it.”[/b][/color] He grabbed an unused fork and started playing with a small grape on the table, like a hockey puck. 
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“Well, what kinda mistake did you make? Hey, pass the black pepper.”[/b][/color] Mariah said, gesturing as she attacked the food again. [color=0ed3af][b]“I’m starving. Skipped dinner on accident last night. ...and lunch. [sup]...and maybe breakfast.[/sup] But no matter! This is about you, my friend, my darling, my dude. So what went down? Are you sure I don’t need to shank someone?”[/b][/color]
 
[color=#ffff99][b]“If there’s anyone that needs shanking it’s probably… me.”[/b][/color] Remy gently stabbed the grape on the table, while reaching for the pepper with his other hand. In time, Desi was gifted the black pepper and his mouth was rewarded with the grape he pulled off the fork with his teeth. He chewed for a moment, not saying anything more for at least thirty seconds, and then he heavily sighed. This was inevitable and she would give him hell until he told her everything - or well as much as he could in his state. [color=#ffff99][b]“I ruined something good. I ruined my friendship with my best friend because I thought we could… I thought there was a possibility that he and I…. I thought… it doesn’t really matter now. I should have known better. I should have kept everything to myself and left things… the same. I shouldn’t have said…”[/b][/color] [i]I love you.[/i]
 
With sudden force, Remy threw the fork at the table causing it to ricochet off it and go in an aimless direction. [color=#ffff99][b]“I’m fucking stupid, Mariah.”[/b][/color] With obvious anger and sadness, all at the same time, he buried his face into his palms. 
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“Oh, Jar? Man, I dunno if I can shank the homie… Well, it’s okay. I don’t think you’re stupid. But I think you probably shouldn’t throw sharp metal objects all nonchalantly… You could hurt someone, or yourself. I think whatever you told Jar, it’s probably not as big a deal as you think? What I'm thinking, and I might be wrong, but I figure you tried to get Jar to go to the dance or something and cuz it threw Jar off — he probably don’t realize he’s a little gay — he turned you down. [i]Probably[/i] aggressively.”[/b][/color] Mariah said, chomping on a bite of hasbrowns. Man, she loved food so much. She loved it almost as much as she loved AC/DC. [i]Almost[/i].
 
[color=#ffff99][b]“Yeah, sure.”[/b][/color] The boy was disheartened and it would take more than the unlikely truth being told to him to make him feel better. Honestly, he just wanted to… sleep. [color=#ffff99][b]“You can take as much food as you want to wherever you’re going today. I wouldn’t be able to eat all this by myself, anyways.”[/b][/color] And it wasn’t like he was going to eat any of it anyways. His dad had already come downstairs, scold him for making the whole house cold and wasting the heat, then graciously took his, his future mom’s, and his sisters’ lunches with him. He was going… somewhere with them. Remy wasn’t really listening to his father. All he knew was his dad was going out with his girls. On the bright side,  Remy would have the house to himself. 
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“What the fuck are you talking about ‘you’re going’? You’re coming too, dude. You think I’m goin’ down there with those crazy ass, ghetto ass, catty ass bitches from LA [i]alone?[/i] Lala can only protect me from SO MUCH. I’m very tiny. You’re very tiny. We’ll be tiny together. And we’ll handle the Jar thing, y’know? Don’t worry about it, we’ll tackle that another day. For now, shopping. Sorta. I ain’t got no money.”[/b][/color] Deserae scooped the last of her potatoes into her mouth, with a satisfying crunch. [color=0ed3af][b]“You aren’t weaseling out of this, I don’t care [i]how[/i] depressed you are.”[/b][/color]
 
...[color=#ffff99][b]“What are friends for?”[/b][/color] Remy was left with no choice, literally. But, his friend did have a point. He shouldn’t abandon her to deal with the LA crew, who knew what they were capable of. They were… different, to say the least.  After clearing his throat, he begrudgingly asked, [color=#ffff99][b]“When should we head out?”[/b][/color]
 
[color=0ed3af][b]“‘Bout thirty minutes ago. We’re kinda late. I don’t care though.”[/b][/color] Wordlessly pulling out her phone, she pecked out a text to Lala.
 
[quote=Desi]To: [color=ff2052][b]Lawls LOL[/b][/color]
[color=0ed3af][b]mission accomplished he is on board and we are standby for drawp
repeat we are standby for drawp
by which i mean imma drop the rest of this pancake in my mouth then we’ll be on our way to your house much love[/b][/color][/quote]
[color=0ed3af][b]“Now I’mma finish this food, then we can leave.”[/b][/color] Mariah said smoothly, looking up from the plate and sawing into another pancake.[/indent]