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[sub][sup][b]Interactions[/b] | Sami [@BrutalBx], Nate [@spooner][/sup][/sub][/center][hr][right][color=7df9ff][b]Santa Monica Beach[/b]
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	Never had Jules felt such great annoyance towards Nate than when that pretty boy told Jules to [i][color=#914144]"let it go,"[/color][/i] and never had he felt such murderous intent towards anyone than when Sami had just gone and casually dumped all the ice into his shitty little cooler (at least until the next time Sami pulls off another stupid stunt again).

	[color=7df9ff]"Screw your language,"[/color] Jules spat, hoping the venom in his words would make Sami drop dead. [color=7df9ff]"You've done a lot of good for us, but you've also done [i]a lot of stupid crap,[/i] but this has to be [i]by far[/i] the absolutely most [i]stupidest crap[/i] you've [i]ever[/i] done."[/color] He was being angry. He was being unreasonable. He also felt that he was completely right. Still, it wouldn't be good to start the road trip like this (because god damn it they were still going to have one) and so he went off by himself to calm down - or at least stop the steam from escaping his ears.

	Jules wanted to punch something. He wanted to punch Nate for accepting everything so casually [sub][sub][color=#F15992]"marshy"[/color][/sub][/sub]. He wanted to punch Val for choosing to go all the way back to Florida. He wanted to punch Kim for never opening up. He wanted to punch Em for being so nice and dumb. He wanted to punch Umbra for being so late. But most of all, he wanted to punch Sami in his stupid face and his stupid perfect body [sub][color=#F15992]"Marsh"[/color][/sub]. Jules wanted to punch him so hard so that all of his ancestors, past, present, and future, for having the dumb universal misfortune of somehow having all the dumb stardust in the world collide in such a way so as to create the most perfectly dumb and infuriating being called Samuel dumb-fucking Alejand-

	[color=#F15992][i]"MARSHALL."[/i][/color]

	Jules jumped and jerked, only to realize there was a hand clasped to his shoulder. He involuntarily shuddered and the hand recoiled back. His eyes quickly followed it back to its body and found Mimi staring at him with the same expression of anger, fear, and worry that he had worn earlier. [color=#F15992]"Marshall. What's wrong?"[/color]

	Automatically vitriol filled his mouth, but he held it back between his teeth and managed let it all out with a slow, measured sigh. Frightened, concerned, tired, he hung his head and removed his shades, fingers rubbing at eyes carrying bags that felt too heavy for his age. And then,

	[color=7df9ff]"Pbbbbt."[/color]

	He blew out a sudden raspberry and slapped his cheeks, his shades, and a smile all back on his face as he lifted his head to look at his sister. [color=7df9ff]"Nothings wrong, everything's perfectly fine,"[/color] he said in a voice that didn't even convince himself, much less Mimi.

	For whatever inscrutable reason she had, however, she chose to believe him. Still, that didn't stop letting worry tinge her voice. [color=#F15992]"Alright. Call me if you need anything. I love you Marshall."[/color]

	Jules gave a wan smile. [color=7df9ff]"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Love you too."[/color]

	Throwing on a brighter, braver, and more confident smile, he strode past his sister, cutting off any further conversation, and made his way back to all the Misfits. He stopped in front of his bags and barged into whatever conversation they were having with a [color=7df9ff]"Well! If we're gonna be outrunning responsibilities, cops, and a dad who's even crazier than our [i]beloved[/i] ringmaster, might as well get a move on loves!"[/color] And made his way inside. Loud thrashing sounded moments later as he angrily shoved all his belongings into an empty space and took out his sketchbook and pens, already furiously scribbling while waiting for this already unforgettable road trip to start.