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[color=slategray][sub]A [@melissahart] and [@Universorum] post
Featuring: [color=17aa99][b]A ‘Don’t Ask What the Two A’s Stand For’ Double[/b][/color] and [color=mediumseagreen][b]Chris ‘I’m a Cool Dude’ Topher[/b][/color]
Location: The roof!
Interacting with: The LA Skyline[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent]A Dubs wasn’t gonna do well in school. It was just a fact of life! His mom always said that some people were learners, and some people were doers, and that he was a doer! Now he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but he was confident that his mom wouldn’t [i]totally[/i] mind if he skipped a class every once in a while. So, he did! Every once in a while. Maybe once a day? Sometimes twice. That was every once in a while, as far as he was concerned. A Double popped up onto the roof and looked around, and found… another person!

Well, this was awkward. Carefully approaching the other male, A Double asked, [color=17aa99][b]“Hey, man. Is this roof taken? Cuz I was tryin’ to refresh my high.”[/b][/color] There, take it casually. If the dude said no, then as long as Brynn wasn’t busy, underneath the bleachers would probably be free! A Double had options, he just liked sitting up here and staring out into the distance.

Topher had rushed upstairs as soon as his last class had ended, he needed a cig and he needed one badly. It was a terrible habit that he [i]knew[/i] that he needed to stop, but hell, no one said he should quit, so he didn’t. His parents would kill him if they were to ever find out, but they hadn’t noticed him since his 15th birthday, so he was in the clear. Looking over at the guy who had spoke, he breathed in deeply and exhaled smoke, [color=mediumseagreen][b]“You and me both.”[/b][/color] He replied, taking another drawl from his cigarette before speaking once more, [color=mediumseagreen][b]“It’s a free country, aint it?”[/b][/color] Scare people off all he wanted, but he couldn’t claim territory even if he tried. Stupid “This land is your land, this land is my land” bullshit.

[color=17aa99][b]“Sorta, but not really. There’s a lot of stuff that we [i]can’t[/i] do and a lot of stuff that [i]should[/i] be free, but isn’t. Like water. My family has a well we drilled ourselves — I hit the button that drilled it! — and we still have to give the city money on taxes over the water. Isn’t that wild?”[/b][/color] A Double asked, before he slung his backpack in front of him and grinned at the other guy, sitting down on the floor and unzipping it. He pulled out his drug paraphernalia of choice: James Bong, followed by his lighter. [color=17aa99][b]“Hey do you want some of this? It has less tar than normal cigarettes. It tastes better too, I assume, since cigarettes kinda smell icky. You can say no though.”[/b][/color]

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“Yeah...wild.”[/b][/color] Topher replied, unenthused by this guys story. He didn’t find too many people interesting, so it was quite difficult to hold his attention longer than five seconds. At the offer of something other than a cigarette, Toph shook his head, taking another drag of his tar filled cancer stick of choice. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“I’ll pass, appreciate the gesture though.”[/b][/color] He thanked the boy. Guess he should probably introduce himself, after all, this kid offered up his own personal stash, the least Toph could do is offer up his name. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“The name’s Christopher, but call me Topher. And you are?”[/b][/color]

[color=17aa99][b]“Nice to meet you, Topher! My name is A Double. Like, there are [i]two[/i] A’s. Two A’s in my initials. So Double A. You know what I mean?  You can call me A Dubs if you want. Or whatever. Just don’t ask what the A’s stand for.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, waving from his seat on the floor. He leaned down to the piece of glass, sucked, and lit it. Then he pulled away and started coughing, looking up at the sky for a few seconds before he stabilized again. [color=17aa99][b]“What are you doin’ on the roof?”[/b][/color] A Double and Topher were different people. A Double was social and happy, Topher… wasn’t.

Topher nodded, [color=mediumseagreen][b]“A Double, don’t ask, got it.”[/b][/color] He repeated to himself, blowing smoke out of his mouth once more. Looking around, he tried to think of an answer to the question. Why [i]was[/i] he on the roof? There were many options for smoking, but he always came here. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Because instead of having people staring at me, I get to smoke up here in peace while I stare at them.”[/b][/color] Toph replied. Up here, people didn’t glare or gawk at him, and instead he got to look down on everyone else. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“I could ask you the same thing, though.”[/b][/color]

A Double thought about it, then shrugged, [color=17aa99][b]“Same thing, basically. I like to look out at the horizon. It’s like a video game, you know? Sort of. Anywhere I can see from here, I can go. That’s crazy, to me. It’s pretty cool. Maybe we are free, huh?”[/b][/color] A Double moved to put his glassware away, before he paused and gave one last valiant offer. [color=17aa99][b]“Are you sure you don’t want a hit? I promise it’s good. It’s the best, even.”[/b][/color] There, now no matter WHAT, A Double had given it a beyond solid try.

Toph smirked, this kid was deep, much more than indicated on the surface. Maybe he should hang out with the burners more often; maybe he’d get some song inspiration this way. In regards to the weed, he caved. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Yeah, sure. One hit.”[/b][/color] He took it from A Double’s outstretched hand and pulled out his trusty lighter. Inhale. Light. Exhale. He could go through the motions of smoking a bowl in his sleep. He was right, it [i]was[/i] good, better than some of the shittier strains he’d experienced in his life. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“You didn’t lie, thanks man.”[/b][/color] Topher stated, handing back the piece to him.

A Double beamed and took the piece, carefully sticking it back into his backpack. [color=17aa99][b]“hey, thanks! I always load James Bong in the morning with the flavor or the month. See, my dad’s friend’s parents, so my friend’s [i]grand[/i]parents are like… weed barons. So I always have the best of the best of the best that this world has to offer.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, zipping up the pack and standing up. [color=17aa99][b]“There’s more too, but I just take a little bit in my backpack while I’m wanderin’ around the school. I have some in the car and some in the locker too, but a lot of it is at home. If you ever wanna come over and get high and like… ride dirt bikes, let me know. That would be cool.”[/b][/color] A Double suggested, looking out into the depths of Los Angeles.

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“James Bong… what a name.”[/b][/color] Topher laughed, instantly thinking about how he referenced himself as James Bond to Miriam yesterday. He hadn’t seen her since band practice… maybe she’d be at the party tonight? With a sigh, the brunette boy replied to his new friend. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“That’s nice that you’ve got a solid connection. I don’t smoke a ton of weed, but I’ll indulge occasionally.”[/b][/color] Taking one last puff of his cigarette, he let the butt fall to the ground and let his shoe do the work. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Sure, that would cool.”[/b][/color] He nodded, thinking to himself that it actually would be nice to have some friends other than Lucky and… well, Lucky. 

[color=17aa99][b]“Dope. Does tomorrow work? I’m not busy tomorrow. Or today. Technically I’m a little busy today, but I could just like add you to the plans for today. Unless you’re going to that party? See, my plans for the day basically revolve around… not going to the party. But you seem like one of those ‘cool dudes.’ You know, the dudes that wear sunglasses and try to hook up with as many girls as possible? Parties are probably your jam. And that’s cool and all, but I’m all partied out for the rest of my life probably. I think if I [i]NEVER[/i] went to a party again, it would be too soon.”[/b][/color] He paused. Breathe in. Exhale. Reach into the jacket pocket. Gummy worm. Eat the gummy worm. Breathe again. Exhale. Talk. [color=17aa99][b]“Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends for lunch if you want. Then we can get things like, planned. For tomorrow, I mean. There’s other stuff to do at my house too, if you wanna do other things.”[/b][/color]

Toph nodded, startled slightly by how long A Double could ramble on without breathing. Kid had strong lungs. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“I guess I am one of those ‘cool dudes’.”[/b][/color] He airquoted, pulling out his sunglasses from the pocket of his leather jacket to show as proof. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Yeah, I’ll be going to the party tonight, I’ve got some things to take care of. But hey, lunch sounds good.”[/b][/color] Topher replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down off of the roof where students were meandering.  

[color=17aa99][b]“Nice, dude you even have the shades! That’s wicked. I’m over here, just a pothead. I wouldn’t change a thing though. Labels are just labels! You are who you make yourself out to be, nobody else has any influence on that, y’know? I work hard to be someone that people can enjoy spending time with. And I think I accomplish that. You know, mostly.”[/b][/color] A Double shrugged his shoulders, then tapped his chin thoughtfully, [color=17aa99][b]“so for lunch, just meet us here? I’ll bring my crew here, then as a bigger crew, we can go as a team to lunch. We’re gonna go get wings from the place down the street — the place that has really yummy potato wedges as well as chicken stuff? — and then across the street [i]from there[/i] they have this frozen yogurt place where you just take tubs and fill them up with yogurt and as many toppings as you want and then you give it to the nice lady with the nose piercings and the neon blue hair and she weighs it and then you pay by weight. My treat, I’ll pay since it’ll be your first adventure with us.”[/b][/color]

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“Yeah, I’ll meet you here… who is the ‘us’ you’re referring to?”[/b][/color] Topher asked, curious as to how many people he was talking about. But food did sound good right about now; his stomach rumbling slightly at the thought of something to eat. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Wings and frozen yogurt would hit the spot right about now,”[/b][/color] The boy laughed, realizing how hungry he actually was. He had only eaten a small breakfast, after all, there wasn’t much food in the house.

[color=17aa99][b]“Well, there’s me… and Q… and Wyatt… and Raf… and Raf’s girly friend… and now you. So that’s us.”[/b][/color] A Double explained, counting on his fingers. [color=17aa99][b]“Seven?”[/b][/color]

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“You know, 7 is a lucky number...”[/b][/color][/indent]