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[b][color=6B6295]Interactions |[/color][/b] A VM from [color=ff9c23][b]AJ[/b][/color], a text to [color=azure][b]Gwennie[/b][/color], and a convo with moms, [color=6B6295][b]Angela Reyes[/b][/color][/color][/sub]
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[indent][indent][color=gray]Leaving the parking lot after saying goodbye to his closest friends sucked ass. Chris might look the part of a tough guy, and he is, but he’s still got feelings. And during that departure, they were some sad feels. He wished that he could be going with them. He wished that money wasn’t such an object and that he could be just as young and free as they were. But he wasn’t, and that might suck, but that’s just life. Life can suck sometimes.

It wasn’t all bad though. Chrysler had the open road tearing beneath his tires, and the sultry tones of his favorite disk jockey in his ears. So… life didn’t [i]always[/i] suck. Wait, did Gwen just say she loved him on live radio?! Holy shit, that was historical, and it put a smile on his face. Taking a spin through the rolling hills of the rich and famous, Chris tore like a bat outta hell. Travelling simply for the joy of riding. Guess that’s why they call it joyriding. After having blown off some steam, Chrysler returned home and parked his bike beside his mother’s sedan in the driveway.

On teenage reflex, Chris reached into his pocket for his phone immediately upon being stationary. He had forgotten that it had died sometime during his ride, cutting the radio to silence in his helmet. Ehh, whatever, most of his friends were off on their journey and wouldn’t be contacting him for a bit anyway. Gwen was still doing her thing. And he was about to see his moms, so that’s about it as far as people who would be trying to reach him.

Chris hefted the garage door open to reveal a rust bucket of a Ford within. This was his personal trade program-issued practice vehicle, which he planned to tinker with for a few hours as a way to “study” for tomorrow’s first practical exam. The punk teen tossed his phone onto his work desk and plugged it into the grease-covered charger, not bothering to turn it on as it charged. He spent the next one and half hours or so belly up under the jacked vehicle — adjusting parts, checking belts, listing off the names of everything in his head.

Deciding it was time for a smoke and snack break, Chris rolled out from under the car and stood up. He fished a pack of cigs and his lighter out of the pocket of the leather jacket he had tossed over a chair before going to work. Lighting up and taking a drag, Chris unplugged his phone and turned it on to check his notifications. His work-soiled fingers left smudges across the screen as he scrolled and tapped to see a missed phone call and voicemail from AJ.

[color=5C6F8E][i][b]“Christ… already?”[/b][/i][/color] He mumbled to himself and clicked the button to have a listen. AJ was usually a lengthy message leaver. Dude just loved to hear himself monologue. But this message? This was a doozy. From ‘Sucks to suck, man’ all the way to ‘You’re dead, pendejo’ AJ’s dumb ass must have forgotten to actually hang up and recorded a message until the phone cut him off. Chrysler shook his head at the earful he just got, only moderately concerned for his friend's well-being. It’s not like AJ was alone, the whole crew sans himself would have his back. But, the least he could do as a certified best friend was check in.

[quote]To: [color=ff9c23][b]Bumble[/b][/color]
[color=5C6F8E][b]been gone two hours and already fucked up smh
way to bumble it
who’d you piss off?
voice sounds mad familiar
either way, sounds like a time to talk with your money and not your damn mouth
call a mechanic and keep your teeth bruh[/b][/color][/quote]

[quote]To: [color=azure][b]Gwennie[/b][/color]
[color=5C6F8E][b]AJ ran some spanish dude off the road
he sounded pissed
but that’s not why im textin
Bitch why don’t I see any afternoon pics on my phone?
also, love you too ;)[/b][/color][/quote]

Pocketing his phone with a smirk, Chris snuffed out his butt of a cigarette in a coffee can on top of his work desk. He put the lid back on the can and headed towards the door that lead to the dining room and kitchen area of the house. Just as he was about to grip the handle, the door swung open and he was nearly nose to nose with his mother. 

The youthful woman jumped back with a start. [color=6B6295][b]“Anak ng putang ina!”[/b][/color] Angela Reyes exclaimed loudly, falling into her native tongue out of shock. Recovering slightly, she switched to english in a heavy filipino accent.  [color=6B6295][b]“YOU ARE GIBING ME A HEART ATTACK RIGHT NOW!”[/b][/color] She said, her right hand fluttering over her heart for emphasis.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Sorry.”[/b][/color] Chris responded, equally surprised but nowhere near as dramatic or jumpy as his moms. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I was just coming inside for something to eat.”[/b][/color] He explained and waited for her to step out of his path. Instead, her nostrils flared out slightly and she squinted like an angry asian bird of prey. Oh… [i]fuck[/i]. He knew that look.

[color=6B6295][b]“What’s that smell? Were you SMOKING out here?”[/b][/color] The short woman scolded with her hands going to her hips now. Boy, if looks could kill, a pissed off flip mama could be a fucking nuclear missile.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“No.”[/b][/color] He lied quickly out of reflex. [color=5C6F8E][b]“It’s …[i]exhaust[/i]?”[/b][/color] He was working on a car. Had he been more confident in it, it could be a believable deception. The look on her face said it wasn’t, and before he knew it, a deft hand reached up to biff him upside the head.

[color=6B6295][b]“Don’t you lie to me, anak.”[/b][/color] She replied sharply, but most of her initial poison had dissipated with the swat. His mother stepped out of the way to let him in and closed the door behind him. [color=6B6295][b]“If you’re hungry, you can eat some rice. Is Gwen coming for dinner? I’m making adobo.”[/b][/color]

Chris shrugged. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Dunno, I’ll ask her.”[/b][/color]

This was just business as usual in the Reyes household.
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