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[sub][b][color=ffff1e]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits' RV, Bell Mountain, California (108 miles from Santa Monica)
[b][color=ffff1e]Interacting with |[/color][/b] [color=lightpink]Kim[/color] [@Stanifly], [color=f7941d]Matt[/color] [@Legion02], [color=2ECC71]Umbra[/color] [@Syn]
[b][color=ffff1e]Mentions:[/color][/b] [color=D52759]Val[/color] [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sub]
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As she continued to kneel in the California sands, Emilia was feeling less alone with the attention that Matt and Kim were giving her. It felt less hopeless, even if her relationship with the football player was nowhere near as advanced as her relationship with one of her best friends. The crying continued to ebb as the breakdown was beginning to pass.

Kim was taking the lead, as she usually had a level-enough head to do. [b][color=lightpink]"You're gonna dehydrate from all those tears, under this sun. Wanna go back in the shade, at least?"[/color][/b]

Emi nodded her head and sniffled a couple more times. At least to hold it in until she could make it to a tissue. She slowly stood up. [color=ffff1e]"That sounds fine..."[/color]

However, she didn't get a chance to move before feeling a sting against her face, a sting stronger than the wind or the sun. A sudden shock to the system delivered by a hand Emi was definitely not expecting as the girl she ended up inadvertently bracing herself against during the RV's off-road antics delivered a wake-up call. Usually if anyone was gonna slap her, it was Val. This caught her completely off-guard.

[b][color=2ECC71]“Get a hold of yourself, man! You’re tougher than this or did I pick the wrong white girl?!”[/color][/b]

Emilia tried to respond, but the dreadlocked girl quickly turned her attention to Matt, before running out of steam while talking to Kim. All she could do was rub her cheek as the reverberations continued to be felt in her face. [color=ffff1e][i]When did Umbra build up that kinda strength?[/i][/color]

The slap left her almost unprepared for the actions of Matt Brown. [color=f7941d][b]“Here, one for you to share with your friend.”[/b][/color] The football player quickly produced the promised candy bars and pressed them against her palm, but it was clear that there was something else underneath the chocolate, unless it was a ziploc bag filled with pixie stick dust. [color=f7941d][b]“And one for you as well. It should make you happy.”[/b][/color] She quickly moved everything into the pocket of her leather jacket. She wasn't sure what she had just been handed, the fact that it was in a baggie probably meant it was some kind of drug. But there were candy bars for now, which would help the situation immensely. Matt turned to walk back to the rest of the parked cars that had gathered in front of the RV, so now Emilia was left wondering just what she now carried in her pocket. Or she would have before Matt added a few parting words.

[color=f7941d][b]“You’ve always been too good for him.”[/b][/color]

Those words hit just as hard, if not more so, than Umbra's slap. Matt walked away after saying them but the impact was brutal. Possibly not even fully felt by the still-dazed blonde. [color=ffff1e][i]Always been too good for him? What does that even mean? What is Matt saying with that? Did he know something about Brandon? Did he think he would have been a better boyfriend than Brandon? Is he just trying to puff me up? I don't...[/i][/color]

[color=lightpink][b]"I'm calling a tow truck. We can probably get one from Victorville."[/b][/color] Kim's statement broke Emilia out of her own head, at least for the moment. It was going to be a set back, having to head backwards on I-15, to a place that was kind of a dump. But at least there was candy. [color=lightpink][b]"Save some for me if there's dark chocolate in there."[/b][/color] Emi carefully removed the two bars from her pocket. Kim was in luck. There was a dark chocolate Mars bar, probably discounted in order to catch a customer's attention, along with a packet of Almond M&Ms. The candy-coated treats may not have counted as a traditional "bar", but it was a welcome sight to Emilia.

[color=ffff1e]"You're in luck, Kim,"[/color] she informed the girl now on the phone trying to get them out of the area. [color=ffff1e]"I'll put it in the fridge for you!"[/color] She hoped the fridge was still working at least. Emi turned back to Umbra, tear streaks still on her face, but now dried up with the lack of replenishing fluids. [color=ffff1e]"I'll split the M&M's with you if you give me a warning next time before you slap me like you did... Oh who am I kidding? I'll split them with you even if you don't. Thank you though. You didn't pick the wrong white girl. At least I hope not."[/color] Breakdown number two was quelled for now, but even as she anticipated tearing into the beige bag with the goodies inside, Matt's last sentence was ringing in the back of Emilia's head. It probably would for some time.