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[sub][color=slategray]A Collab by [@smarty0114][@Silent Observer][@Lovely Complex][@Universorum]
Featuring: [color=309b75]Damian “Bless The Rains” O’Connor[/color], [color=6175ff]Joy “Woah She Can Sing” Darling[/color], [color=f6c142]Connor “Sensitive Area” Prince[/color], [color=0073d8]JD “Lap Sitter” Piccoli[/color] and [color=426f6f]Riley “How Long Can I Make Them Wait” Wells[/color]
Location: The Wells House -> Damian’s Car[/color][/sub]

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[indent] Damian parked the car in front of the Wells’s home, and he considered honking to summon JD and Riley to his vehicle so that he, Connor, and Joy could hurry up and get there — Brian wanted him there pretty early, so he was doing his best to be on time. Brian was the most punctual person he knew, and Damian knew damn well that if he was [i]too[/i] late, Brian would complain passionately. He was always this way when stuff like this was involved. But, Damian knew that if he honked, Remy would come out and want to talk for at least fifteen minutes. Better to just get it out of the way now, rather than make it happen through a window.

Damian twisted his body and turned round to face Connor in the backseat, [color=309b75][b]“Hey, we’re here to pick up JD and Riley…”[/b][/color] Damian, said before he trailed off. He had just had an epiphany, a sudden realization: with the speakerbox he’d had installed in the center of the backseat, there was only room for [i]one[/i] additional person, but he was due to bring [i]two[/i] additional people to the party. [color=309b75][b]“Oh, fuck.”[/b][/color] He thought about it for a second, before he shrugged and tapped his chin.

[color=309b75][b]“JD’s pretty small. Is it cool if JD sits on your lap? It is? Dope.”[/b][/color] Damian gave Connor a thumbs up before he hopped out of the car, gesturing for Joy and Connor to follow him. [color=309b75][b]“There will probably be food, and Remy’s gonna wanna talk. We [i]probably[/i] shouldn’t mention the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing, since I [i]think[/i] Rem would tell our parents,”[/b][/color] Damian added to Joy, shrugging his shoulders. With that, he went to the doorbell and rang it. 

Dixon looked up from his comfy spot on the couch when the doorbell sounded. He had one earbud in, blasting orchestral emo [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AN2ISxmb9sU]music[/url] into his left ear, while he alternated between scrolling through [i]Reddit[/i] on his phone and watching Jareth play [i]Fortnite[/i] on the big screen. Staring around the room, he waited for any signs of life. [color=0073d8][b]“... is no one going to get the door?”[/b][/color]

Jareth looked over at him briefly, taking his eyes off of the screen for just a millisecond too long. [color=181313][b]“Yeah, you are. It’s probably for you party fiends anyway.”[/b][/color] Jar smirked and then looked back to the task at hand. The smirk disappeared, he was dead. [color=181313][b]“Well… son of a bitch.”[/b][/color]

The front door opened to reveal a rather annoyed looking JD. So, the usual for JD. When he saw that it was Damian and one of Katie’s other friends — the nerdy one — his face softened, but only slightly. [color=0073d8][b]“Oh… uh, come in, I guess. I dunno where Riley is, probably being a girl and taking forever to get ready.”[/b][/color] As if Dixon was [i]really[/i] one to judge in that respect.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the youngest Wells’ bedroom, Riley laid on his bed with his arm over his face wearing the outfit he wore at school, the usual darkly clad mix. Nothing noteworthy. Did he actually want to go to this party? Where both Marshall and Jamie would probably be at? No. Not really. But with the turn of the morning show and him on sorta okay terms with Brian Helmsley, he felt obligated to. At least for the sake of keeping the door open for their business relationship. [color=426f6f][b]“Dad, I look fine. I’m not trying to impress anyone.”[/b][/color] 

There was rummaging coming from the inside of Rye’s closet. Poking his head out, Remy tsked, [color=ffff99][b]“Oh, come on! A random party on a Tuesday night? You [i]should[/i] dress to impress. It’s a Helmsley affair!”[/b][/color] 

[color=426f6f][b]“So, what? Like a suit?”[/b][/color] Riley sat up and dully blinked at his father. Couldn’t he stay home and play video games with Pops? Why did he have to befriend Brian today, out of all days, for the sake of his morning show? 

[color=ffff99][b]“No! Too fancy. But I do have something in mind~”[/b][/color] 

[color=6175ff][b]“Are you excited?”[/b][/color] Looking at JD, Joy entered the house with confidence beyond the norm; being around Damian did that. She felt like she could conquer anything! The excitement of going to a party on a Tuesday and sort of behind her parents’ backs was also kind of exciting… she was exploring a side of her she didn’t know she had. Though, she wasn’t necessarily party ready, in her opinion. Her clothes were pretty anti-climatic and hardly sexy. Things happened so fast at her house, there wasn’t enough time! But also, if she looked out of the norm, Ma would’ve asked her questions. That could’ve led to her caving in and revealing that Damian was her boyfriend. So. Jeans, tank, Converse shoes, and a cardigan was the decided party wear for the night. While she waited for JD’s response, she made her way to Jareth, who was playing [i]Fortnite[/i], [color=6175ff][b]“Heyyyy, Mr. Wells!”[/b][/color] Jareth was one of her uncle’s close friends! 

Dixon simply shrugged in response to Joy’s question. Was he looking forward to the party? Not really. Well, maybe a little bit? He was [i]curious[/i] about what parties were like, and he liked people-watching. Surely there would be a lot of interesting people to watch tonight. If he was being truly honest with himself, he was a bit nervous about going, but he wouldn’t let that show. It was easier to look indifferent... viva indifference! After he shrugged to Joy, Dixon turned and walked towards the hall, where he promptly [i][b]shouted[/b][/i] up the stairs. [color=0073d8][b]“RILEEYYY… our ride’s here!”[/b][/color] He could have used an Assistant to notify Rye, but screaming was much more JD’s style.

[color=181313][b]“Jesus, kid.”[/b][/color] Jareth raised his eyebrow and looked over at the loud, small boy in his living room. He shook his head and looked back to the screen to watch JJ doing much better than he had done this round. [i]Shocker[/i]. Jar hadn’t even made it to the top fifty of the battle royale this time. He turned to Joy and smiled, [color=181313][b]“Sup, Joy? Wanna play a round and undoubtedly make my account look better?”[/b][/color] Jar offered the controller to her.

While everyone gathered in the living room, Damian dipped into the kitchen. There, he silently cursed his luck — stupid Brian, making him come early. Why were they so early? The boat wasn’t leaving until 8:45! Fucker. Dinner wasn’t done, which left him with nothing but snacks to pick from. Grumbling, Damian threw open a cupboard and grabbed a plate, before loading it full of mozzarella cheese sticks, nachos, a small stack of cheesy bites, and a couple of kebabs. Satisfied, he carefully balanced the full plate on one hand, while using the other one to fill a glass up to the brim with juice.

Carrying both things, he strolled to the living room. Once there, he held the glass of juice out to Joy. She liked juice, right? While still holding it out to Joy, he did a quick head count. Where the hell was Riley? [color=309b75][b]“RILEY! LET’S ROCK AND ROLL, DUDE! I’m on the clock!”[/b][/color] No respect for schedules… Fucking people.

Meanwhile, Connor was seated in the car, silently twiddling his thumbs, peering out the window at the luxurious neighborhood that surrounded him. He could’ve gone up with Damian and Joy, but that felt weird. He didn’t know these people, and from how Damian talked about them, they were clearly family, or close enough. Connor figured it’d be easier to meet the newcomers once they’d arrived in the car, or on Connor’s lap, as Damian had suggested one might. Jesus Christ. Was it so wrong for Connor to not want random dudes on his lap? That was a sensitive area. He sighed, leaning his head back and waiting for the return of his new friends.

In the common area, where everyone was waiting on one person so that they could get the show on the road, an unexpected, feminine voice resounded throughout the house. The voice felt like melting honey, sounded like a nightingale, and seemed both motherly and unamused. [color=#cd5c5c][b]"Voice message from second floor, Riley's bedroom: [color=ffff99]Oh hush and wait! I'm trying to get my son [i]laid[/i]. [color=426f6f]DAD.[/color] He'll be down in a sec. Okay, Verity. That’s it. Send it and tell them to [i]chill[/i].[/color] As per Master Remy’s orders, he would like the yelling to stop and for you all to cool down.”[/b] [/color]

While all this was happening, Joy graciously grabbed the juice from Damian, thanking him silently by kissing him on the cheek and then chugging the liquid down in a matter of seconds. Handing him back the now empty glass, her attention went towards Jareth, [color=6175ff][b]“Aw man, I’d love to play, but we’re kind of in a rush. Is Uncle on the other end? Nevermind, I see his tag. HI UNCLE. Goddammit. Why are we going to this party again?”[/b][/color] For a moment, Joy forgot her pursuit in having an intimate and affectionate night with her boyfriend and instead felt the desire to play video games all night with PopWells and her uncle! 

As Joy got all excited, Damian looped his arm around her waist. He could eat in the car or something! He handed the plate of food off to JD. [color=309b75][b]“Hold this for me?”[/b][/color] He said, before turning his full attention to Joy, [color=309b75][b]“Because Brian asked me to, and I want everyone to see —”[/b][/color] At this point, Damian paused and tapped Jareth on the shoulder. It was important Second Dad heard this. [color=309b75][b]“— me and my girlfriend. Jar, look. This is my girlfriend. Isn’t she great?”[/b][/color] Damian was all smile, and seemed as bright and as proud as could be! After all, he had a girlfriend. [i]And she was cute.[/i]

[color=309b75][b]“Look, watch.”[/b][/color] As if saying it wasn’t enough proof, Damian sealed the deal by leaning down and pushing his lips against Joy’s, which was rewarded with Joy’s face flushing. After a pretty classic Damian kiss — probably too much for the public, he pulled away, leaving his girlfriend breathless (literally). [color=309b75][b]“The best.”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Hold your own shit,”[/b][/color] Dixon began to protest Damian’s request, but was cut off by the plate of food thrusted at his chest. Grumbling, he took it, and taxed Damian for it. The tax, you ask? A cheese stick and one kebab, for starters. And then he, along with Jareth, looked to Damian and Joy as they proceeded to lock lips in the Wells’ living room. [color=0073d8][b]“Woah, what? Really?”[/b][/color]

Jareth’s eyebrows stitched together. Joy… and Damian? Damian and Joy? That didn’t make any sense, but, opposites could attract. They often did, he knew that from personal experience. Next to question was how new this all was… did Jericho know? Because he certainly did now. [color=181313][b]“Uh-huh…[/b][/color] Jar mused in thought, looking away for the brief period of teenage PDA taking place in his domicile before he turned his attention back to a very flushed Joy. [color=181313][b]“Is this true? You and Damian? You could do so much better…”[/b][/color] Jareth shot a teasing grin at Damian as he readied up for another round of [i]Fortnite[/i].

[color=6175ff][b]“Uhhhh.”[/b][/color] Joy was speechless. By now you’d think she’d get use to these in the moment kisses, but nope, she was caught unaware. Again. Instead she gave a pouty grumpy face, gently slapped Damian’s arm in embarrassment, unsure if she was okay with kissing in front of an adult, and crossed her arms. She was ready to leave. Like now. 

And thankfully, loud, rushing steps could be heard coming from down the stairs and the door flew open,  [color=426f6f][b]“Okay, ready. Bye, Pops! Love you.”[/b][/color] Riley wanted to die. His father got him to wear the most [url=http://cdn4.lbstatic.nu/files/looks/medium/2012/11/01/2618321_lb.jpg?1351788614]preppy[/url] college look he’s ever seen. Compliments to Remy’s closet. The best part of his outfit was his damn pants, which were black. The rest, he didn’t necessarily know how to feel about it. Even his hair was sleeked in a way to make him look what Remy deems ‘fly’. Kill him, please. Luckily for him, Damian’s car was unlocked and the boy went in the back seat only to be rewarded by a handsome stranger’s face. He looked familiar… [color=426f6f][b]“Uh, hi.”[/b][/color]

Damian looped an arm around his blushy girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek, before pulling her out of the house. [color=309b75][b]“Sorry about that. I just get really excited when I remember I can kiss you whenever I want.”[/b][/color] Damian beamed, and as the other people clamored into the car, almost as if to prove his point, Damian kissed her again. Joy wasn’t given time to respond because they were kissing again, in front of people. 

Dixon peaced through the front door as soon as Riley had showed himself. He took the plate of food with him, he’d earned it. Out in front of the Wells’, Damian’s ride was parked. Shining and bright blue, his favorite shade of blue, too! [color=0073d8][b]“Dang, your car is so sick!”[/b][/color] JD said over his shoulder, not even sure if Damian was following or not. This wasn’t his first time seeing the vehicle, but he was always hit with the same intense wave of jealousy every time that he did see it, so he had to voice his praise in some  way. Rye went to the closest backseat door and Dixon assumed that Damian’s girlyfriend had shotty, so he went the other back door. He did not expect to open it to find another person there. A dude, some literal rando, no less. Was he trying to steal Damian’s car… from the back seat? JD looked down at him, his eyes wide with shock. [color=0073d8][b]“Woah, who the fuck?!”[/b][/color]

At this, Damian broke away from the kiss. JD was being a buzzkill. Very, very unlike JD. He gave Joy an apologetic look, as if it were the greatest travesty in the world that they had to stop making out AGAIN. Then, he looked at Dixon. [color=309b75][b]“That’s Connor. He’s cool. New friend. You’re gonna sit on his lap, cuz if you don’t we can’t fit everyone. Sorry, dude, life sucks sometimes.”[/b][/color] With that, Damian gave Joy one last kiss and slipped into the driver’s seat.

[color=6175ff][b]“Damian…”[/b][/color] Joy voiced quietly. 

Connor had been on his phone, maybe or maybe not debating giving one certain Sterling a follow, when the door opened up. He looked up, saw a green haired child screaming expletives, and then Damian, explaining away the situation. [color=f6c142][b]“Yeah, Damian kinda brought me along,”[/b][/color] Connor said, the awkwardness of the situation having gotten no better. This kid had to sit on his lap. How in the world could he make that situation not awkward? 

[color=6175ff][b]“I get that we can kiss whenever… it’s still all very new to me and don’t you think it’s a little awkward kissing in front of people?”[/b][/color] The only girl in the vehicle twiddled her fingers and looked out the window, still very much embarrassed. How she was handling this was so weird to her because it was like she couldn’t handle it! And Joy Darling could handle [i]anything[/i]. Anything but maybe kissing this much in front of family, friends, strangers, adults, other teens… 

[color=0073d8][b]“Uhh—”[/b][/color] Taking after his older almost-brother, Riley, Dixon blinked dully at Connor and Damian, both in turn. Oh, wow. How was he supposed to handle this? He had to sit on some guy’s lap, sure, whatever, no big deal. Except that it was a big deal, to JD, who found himself having a bit of a hidden personal crisis of late and, if he wanted it to stay hidden, he probably [i]shouldn’t[/i] make this into a big deal. [color=0073d8][b]“Okay. Sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”[/b][/color] Dixon stammered out, avoiding eye contact entirely now. He shoved the plate of half-eaten snack foods across the seat to Rye for him to hold. After waiting until everyone else was seated, Dixon looked down at Connor. He wasn’t sure of the proper etiquette in a situation like this, but he also wasn’t really one for manners in the first place, so he just… went for it. Dixon climbed into the back seat and sat on Connor’s lap, and by lap, it was more like his knees — the furthest away from the actual [i]lap[/i] area that JD could possibly place himself.

After being [i]shoved[/i] a plate of food, Riley watched his friend [i]sit[/i] on the lap of this boy named Connor. Thank god it wasn’t him in this position. JD being small had its perks. It was JD on a random boy’s lap and not him! On top of that, Damian was being extremely affectionate with his girlfriend. This was going to be a weird car ride, wasn’t it? Where was Trevor when he needed him? Oh, that’s right. Trevor had a girl. Everyone was getting in relationships. It was stupid. [color=426f6f][b]“I’m going to eat some of this.”[/b][/color] Rye announced and did exactly what he said. He ate some of JD’s food. 

[color=0073d8][b]“Heyyy!’[/b][/color] Dixon protested Riley’s decision to eat the food that he had handed him. That was [i]his[/i] food… which Damian had handed him... Whatever, that didn’t matter, it was still his! JD reached over and snatched up another mozzarella stick before aggressively chomping down on it. Stupid Damian and his stupid, cool car, with it’s tiny ass back seat and this ridiculous speaker. Ugh! [color=0073d8][b]“Can we drive now or do you two need to make out again?”[/b][/color]
 
[color=6175ff][b]“See!”[/b][/color] Joy protested at her boyfriend. Their kissing was making a [i]scene[/i]. 

[color=426f6f][b]“Oh, calm your tits, JD. We’ll get there when we get there. Here. Eat some more.”[/b][/color] Riley brought the plate to the hangry, peeved little guy, as he too ate a mozzarella stick. To this, Rye was rewarded with a salty eye roll from JD as the boy shoved his earbuds back in and pulled out his phone to turn his music up loud. Really loud.

JD was ungrateful, man. Damian took time out of his own day to swing by and pick up these two guys, and now one of them had stolen his food, and the other one got Joy all upset. Whatever. [color=309b75][b]“Snake, turn on some music.”[/b][/color] Damian ordered. And Snake did so, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAo_Ycocl1E]pleasant[/url] tunes entering the car. Damian turned the dial and let the car drive itself. Snake knew where they were going. As the song played, Damian nodded his head to the tone of the music, singing along softly.

[color=309b75][b]“I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, ‘Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you,’”[/b][/color]

With the chorus now coming on, Damian turned to  look at Joy, taking one of her hands in his, and putting his other hand over it, belting out the chorus as the song was turned down slightly so she could hear him (he wasn’t [i]that[/i] bad), [color=309b75][b]“It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had~”[/b][/color] He sang to her, smiling brightly and laughing as the song continued to play.

Smiling back, but really not knowing how to feel right now, Joy was speechless. He was [i]singing[/i] to her. Should she… sing with him? So it didn’t feel this… weird. This has never happened to her and she couldn’t tell if she liked it or not. One thing she did know was, she was dying and [i]everyone[/i] was watching. Deciding to just not think, at all, because it was only making her cheeks more and more red, she yelled the chorus and stared ahead because this is what Joy did when she didn’t know what to do. She got really fucking dorky. She knew she wasn’t a singer, so she was just going to yell.

[color=6175ff][b]IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOUUUU
THERE’S NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DOOOOOOO
I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAAAA
GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THINGS WE NEVER HADDDDD!”[/b][/color]

Damian listened to her sing and smiled, laughing lightly. She was amazing! Damian leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and it looked like he was going to say something before the music stopped suddenly, followed by the Assistant’s voice filling the car, [color=aa2712][b]“Damian, you have a call from Brian “B-rye” “If I Had to Pick a Dude” “Ryan” “He’s On a Cleanse” “Too Much Electro Jazz” Helmsley. Do you want to answer?”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“Uh, yeah, sure. I told you that you don’t have to read out the whole contact names, man.”[/b][/color] Damian said, shaking his head and grabbing another quick kiss from Joy, this one from her lips.

[color=aa2712][b]“I know, but I do it anyway because they’re funny.”[/b][/color] Shortly after that, Brian’s voice came over the speakers.

[color=0598bc][b]“Damian? Hey, can you do me a favor?”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“Aren’t I already doing you a favor? Ugh, sure. What’s up, man?”[/b][/color] Damian looked at Joy and shook his head, as if he was saying to his significant other ‘friends. what are you gonna do?’

[color=0598bc][b]“Bring me a Big Mac. I’ve been back in the country for a day and a half, and I want an American cheeseburger, greasy, salty, deep fried potatoes, and a large cherry Sprite. Please? I’ll pay.”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“Goddamn right you’ll pay, you trillionaire bastard. Yeah, sure. See ya in a bit.”[/b][/color] Damian hung up and looked around the car, even going so far as to shake JD’s leg to get his attention. [color=309b75][b]“Who wants McDonald’s?”[/b][/color]

Connor was in, very easily, the worst situation of his life, and that included the time where his dad shipped him across the country. He was cramped, there was a couple practically spilling their guts to each other in the front seat, and, oh yeah, there was a fourteen year old boy practically riding his dick. How could this get better? Prolonging the experience, duh! At Damian’s question, Connor did his best not to outright shout, but there was no chance in hell he was going down without a fight. [color=f6c142][b]“I mean, we could not...I’m sure there will be food at the party,”[/b][/color] Connor said, struggling to maintain an air of nonchalance.

At this, a frown came on Damian’s face. He twisted his body and leaned toward Connor, [color=309b75][b]“Imagine this. Lil Damian O’Connor, drivin’ down the road, heading to a party. A celebration of the return of one of his [i]best[/i] friends, one of [i]his brothers.[/i] Then, he gets a phone call from Brian himself,”[/b][/color] Damian clenched his fist slightly, bringing it over his heart, [color=309b75][b]“the man of the hour, the HOST with the [I]MOST[/I], my boy, my friend, my [i]brother[/i]. And Brian says ‘Damian?’ and already, ALREADY, I can hear the sorrow, in this man’s heart. I can hear the pain. I respond, I say ‘how can I help you, man?’ and you know what Brian tells me? He says he’s been in Sweden for the past six months, starved of American food. He says ‘can you bring me a big mac, please?”[/b][/color] Damian paused, and shook his head, trying to emulate the tortured soul that Brian apparently was.

[color=309b75][b]“Because of how much Brian means to me, of course I agree! I tell him yes. Yes, I can get you a Bic Mac. Then, I remember, I’m not alone in the car. For a moment, everyone had disappeared except for me and Joy —”[/b][/color] Damian turned and winked at Joy, with a brief smile, before his attention was back on Connor, the fake frown back on his lips, the quiet, forlorn tone returning to his voice, [color=309b75][b]“—and I say ‘what can I get you fine people from McDonald’s?’ My new friend Connor, he looks me dead in the eyes, and you know what he tells me? You know what the [i]hell[/i] he tells me?”[/b][/color]

Damian couldn’t hold back a small giggle, a slight crack in the armor showing. [color=309b75][b]“He says fuck ‘em, dude.”[/b][/color] Damian finished his spiel, and burst out laughing, smiling as he turned back to face the road. [color=309b75][b]“Yeah, that’s fine man. I’ll just text Scott to do it. We’ll be at the boat in like three minutes, I think.”[/b][/color][/indent]