[color=gray][center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/AOHrhem.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXaZAdj.gif[/img] [sub][@Altered Tundra] & [@Dirty Pretty Lies] Collaboration [b]featuring[/b] [b][color=darkorange]Sonny Drake[/color][/b] & [b][color=brown]Marisol Castillo[/color][/b][/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/6p9Fhyh.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent] After a decent amount of their lunch hour being wasted of playing with each other’s food, flinging condoms at the nerds who had their backs turned, and general tomfoolery, the duo unanimously known as Dumb and Dumber departed from their usual table. When they left the cafeteria, they wandered around for a bit. Some of the time spent walking was accompanied by talking and some of it was just fooling around by running and playing a game of ‘dodge the student in front of you’. That game only lasted five minutes when Sonny bumped into someone, effectively losing said game. Marisol being Marisol would obviously gloat in his face and Sonny obviously being sonny was pouting until they reached their usual hangout spot, which is to say the spot they got high at. And of course, it was none other than the upper levels of the bleachers overlooking the football stadium. It was relatively far enough from any prying eyes and it was the right amount of privacy that the two enjoyed, at least until someone discovered where they were. For now, Sonny and Marisol would enjoy the peace and quiet. While Marisol was getting herself situated, Sonny took to his phone. He had felt his phone vibrate in his pocket when they were having lunch but he couldn’t be bothered to check it. Now, however, he was catching up. Some notifications were about his phone being updated, new features and updates on existing features, meanwhile the rest were from his social media pages -- mainly Twitter and Instagram. Sonny glanced up from his phone, seeing Marisol light a blunt. This immediately took his full attention away from his cell phone screen and to the familiar scent of burning kush. [color=darkorange]“I thought you quit after smashing Vic’s car?”[/color] He asked her, a slight chuckle following. Marisol shrugged her shoulders, a mischievous grin on her small face. [color=A52A2A]"It's weed, Son, not crack cocaine. It relaxes me,"[/color] she explained, taking a deep pull from the strawberry-flavored blunt and offering it to the boy. [color=A52A2A]"You want some? Got it from Carter the other day, so you know it's legit."[/color] [color=darkorange]“From Carter, huh? Yeah, I’ll take some of that quality MJ from our local dealer,”[/color] he smiled, taking the joint into his right index finger and thumb, taking one inhale. [color=darkorange]“Whoa!”[/color] Sonny exclaimed in the sudden scent and slight taste of fruity strawberry. [color=darkorange]“I did not expect a burst of strawberry. I guess Carter’s been sampling some e-cigs and decided to copy it for his weed.”[/color] The young woman gave an amused chuckle. [color=A52A2A]"It's the blunt that gives it the flavor, you dumb shit!"[/color] she exclaimed, lightly punching Sonny's arm while grabbing the blunt from his hands and taking another puff. He rolled his eyes. [color=darkorange]“I’m sorry, I haven't obtained my doctorate in Joint Making, but you apparently have. So fill me in: how exactly does one infuse fruity flavors into pieces of paper?”[/color] Sonny asked the perfect balance of sincerity and smartassness in his voice. Only moments later, he would feel his phone vibrate in his pocket. [color=A52A2A]"I don't fucking know,"[/color] the brunette scoffed, rolling her eyes but smirking to let her friend know she wasn't annoyed. She noticed Sonny pulling out his phone from his pocket, and pointed at the device with her chin. [color=A52A2A]"You have your phone in your hand: fucking Google that shit. I'm not an encyclopedia."[/color] [color=darkorange]“Uh huh,”[/color] Sonny nodded, though he didn’t actually hear what she was saying. Truth be told, he was more concerned by the continuous friend request he’s been getting by one person. Even as Marisol kept talking, Sonny’s eyes never left his phone. He was trying to figure out exactly why this person looked so familiar and why she seemed so adamant on adding him to his Insta. Realizing that Sonny was ignoring her, Marisol scoffed again, muttered something under her breath and went back to smoking her blunt. Her green eyes scanned the empty greens of the football field as she took each drag, letting the distant sounds of the school fade away into background noise and feeling all the muscles in her body start to relax. It was only after she’d consumed three-quarters of her blunt that the girl realized her friend hadn’t said a single word for the past few minutes. [color=A52A2A]"The fuck's got you so damn quiet all of a sudden?"[/color] she finally burst out, scooting as close to him as she could and snatching his phone from his hand. Laughing gleefully, Mari took a peek at the device's screen and her smile immediately turned into a confused, curious frown. [color=A52A2A]"Daniella Aguilar… Who the fuck is Daniella Aguilar?"[/color] the girl asked Sonny, one arm extended towards her friend to hand him back his phone and her other demanding hand resting on her hip. [color=darkorange]“Hell if I know. She’s been sending me friend requests all over my socials for over a month. No mutuals or anything,”[/color] Sonny rolled his eyes. [color=darkorange]“I wish I did know her so I knew why the fuck she keeps sending me requests.”[/color] As he spoke, Sonny just had noticed how genuinely bothered by it she was.[color=darkorange]“You’re not jealous, are you?”[/color] He asked her, nudging her shoulder. [color=darkorange]“I mean, she is pretty cute.”[/color] He said teasing her again in the way only Sonny could do without fail. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Marisol scoffed and rolled her eyes at Sonny. [color=A52A2A]"You fucking wish!"[/color] she cried out, forcing out a laugh and lightly shoving him. [color=A52A2A]"You remember where being jealous of someone got me the last time? Miss me with that gay shit again, man. I'm over that."[/color] [color=darkorange]“You’re the one who didn’t seem happy that I was getting a request from this Daniella person. But hey, whatever makes you sleep at night.”[/color] As he shrugged, his eyes and, as a result, his mind went back to the mysterious Latina girl that was sending him requests. [color=darkorange]“So, like, what should I do? Accept it? If I do that, she’ll probably DM me or track me down cause, as you know, I’m not exactly secretive on my socials. Geotagging everywhere I go and shit.”[/color] [color=A52A2A]“You think you’re fucking Justin Bieber or something? Sonny, nobody in their right mind is going to stalk [i]you[/i]. They wouldn’t last five fucking minutes around you: trust me. At one point you’re just gonna drop one of your typical dumbass comments and the stalker will be so shook that they’ll [i]have[/i] to say something.”[/color] [color=darkorange]“I know I’m not Justin Bieber,”[/color] Sonny said to Marisol, looking at her with a smile. [color=darkorange]“I’m a lot hotter than that delinquent is.”[/color] [color=A52A2A]“Sure, Jan.”[/color] As he was never one to lack confidence in himself, Sonny let the smirk on his face last for a moment longer before returning to the topic at hand. [color=darkorange]“But for real, this chick isn’t taking no for an answer.”[/color] Marisol let out a frustrated sound. [color=A52A2A]“Then stop being a little bitch, accept the damn request and just get it over with already. There’s always the ‘Block’ button and a restraining order if they turn out to be a creep.”[/color] Again he rolled his eyes. [color=darkorange]“Can’t you just be supportive of my crisis?”[/color] He asked, almost in a whining-like manner, which was a total feigning moment for him. [color=A52A2A]"Not when it's over something so stupid. Since when is the Tony Stark-levels-of-arrogant Sonny Drake intimidated by some cute random chick's friend request? Go on, bitch: accept the damn thing."[/color] As he just stared at the request, he went to her profile and scrolled through some photos. He didn’t know if she just found him appealing or if it was something more, but Marisol was right about one thing: he accepts it and if they’re creepy or something close to it, he can just block them. Not like there’s a lot that can happen. Worse case, he blocks them and that’s the end of that. And in a matter of moments, Sonny clicked accept. [color=darkorange]“There, it’s done. Happy?”[/color] [color=A52A2A]"If it gets you to finally shut the fuck up about it, then yes: I'm happy."[/color] Mari admitted briskly, taking the last puff out of her consumed blunt before putting it out against the sole of her shoe. [color=A52A2A]“I don’t get what the big deal is. She probably just wants to get with you.”[/color] He shook her head at her. [color=darkorange]“I thought you said weed relaxes you? You’re very [i]un[/i]relaxed right now. You got something going on that you haven’t shared with the class yet?”[/color] Sonny curiously asked. [color=A52A2A]“I’m fine,”[/color] the girl snapped, pulling her phone out of her pocket and cursing under her breath when she noticed the time. [color=A52A2A]“Fuck, I forgot to take my pills. Let me just-”[/color] she trailed off, digging into her backpack in search of the key to her sanity. However, just as her hands wrapped around the prescription bottle she was so furiously searching for, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. And when she pulled it out to see what was going on, the brunette’s expression shifted from one of annoyance to one of sheer delight. [indent][color=8BCCC5][b]From: The Beanstalk[/b] [i]hey sorry i havent texted my phone broke i broke it wanna hang out tonight? i miss you :([/i][/color][/indent] [color=A52A2A]“[i]Oh thank fucking Christ![/i]”[/color] Marisol muttered, breathing out a sigh of relief she didn’t even know she was holding in the first place. It was then when it dawned on her that this had been the real reason why she’d been so snappy the past few hours, and not because of the missed pill. The texts from Salem proved to her that things between them hadn’t been messed up beyond repair after their night together after all. Instead, they were going on with business as usual. What a goddamned relief. [indent][color=A52A2A][b]To: The Beanstalk[/b] [i]hey you everything ok???? parents grounded me bc of the other night lol but you know ill make up some excuse 2 hang out i fucking miss u too 😔 see u tonight 😘❤[/i][/color][/indent] While she went through her phone, Sonny felt the need to go through his one last time. He might as well do some researching on who exactly Daniella Aguilar was. It wasn’t easy because simply Google searches proved to useless. The only thing that Sonny had to go off of was the singular Instagram account and even that left a lot to be desired for. Some photos of her and some memes, but nothing that would scream who she was to him and why she was insistent on having him on Instagram. Meanwhile, Marisol’s phone vibrated again with another stream of texts from Salem that lifted her already-heightened mood. [indent][color=8BCCC5][b]From: The Beanstalk[/b] [i]I'm okay we'll talk when i see you srry i got you grounded i cant wait to see you :) you are all i have here[/i][/color][/indent] Sonny pocketed his phone and leaned over, his head resting on her shoulder and he saw the texts her and Salem were exchanging. Quickly, he snatched her phone like she had done to him. [color=darkorange]“Oh, well isn’t this the cutest thing I’ve ever read!”[/color] Sonny teased her as he stood up. [color=darkorange]“[i] ‘Oh Salem, I loooooveee youuuu’ [/i]!”[/color] He teased her again, speaking in his best Marisol imitation he could muster with an exaggeration on the feminine aspect. He would then follow it with kissy face noises and with the puckered lips to boot. [color=A52A2A]“Give that back, you piece of shit!”[/color] the red-faced girl cried out, visibly annoyed but letting out a round of nervous laughter. Sonny stepped back a couple of feet, reading through their texts. [color=darkorange]“Damn, you two really are sappy, huh?”[/color] He laughed his way along the top of the bleachers. [color=A52A2A]“Fuck you,”[/color] she snapped, following Sonny along the bleachers on the hunt for her phone. When she finally reached him, she snatched the device from his hands and walked back to get her belongings, praying that the heat in her face subsided. He was still laughing when she snatched back her phone and he looked at her, seeing the noticeable tomato red cheeks. [color=darkorange]“You’re actually blushing, aren’t you? Oh, this is just too great. You must have it bad for the Italian bean.”[/color] Sonny was genuinely amused by this sudden development. Even if she tried to deny it, the writing was all over her cheeks. [color=A52A2A]“Number one: it’s a bean[i]stalk[/i], not a mere [i]bean[/i]. The dude’s fucking hung, if you know what I mean,”[/color] the girl called out, stomping back in Sonny’s direction with both their backpacks in her arms. [color=A52A2A]“And number two: I don’t have it bad for anyone. He was just a good lay. That’s all there is to it.”[/color] Mari finished, pushing the boy’s backpack hard against his chest. He grunted from that hit. She was small, but being the daughter of Soleil Jameson, Marisol Castillos sure could pack a punch. After he recovered, a smile was thrown her way, followed by more chuckling. [color=darkorange]“Sure Jan, whatever you say. If you say you don’t got it bad for him, then I believe you.”[/color] Of course, Sonny didn’t actually believe her but if she had to tell herself she didn’t have a genuine ounce of romantic feelings for him, then he’ll let her think he believed her. The sound of the bell signaling the end of their lunch period stopped Marisol from retaliating against her best friend. So for the sake of keeping their newly established peace, the short girl merely shook her head, linked her arm with Sonny’s, and together they made their way back into the high school building of King’s Academy. [/indent][/indent] [/color]