[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200419/1e3adcb95735e2c1d56917a19b7b1c04.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/wEbDd1y.png[/img] [color=#A52A2A]▃[/color][color=#A62D29]▃[/color][color=#A83128]▃[/color][color=#AA3527]▃[/color][color=#AB3926]▃[/color][color=#AD3D25]▃[/color][color=#AF4125]▃[/color][color=#B14524]▃[/color][color=#B24923]▃[/color][color=#B44D22]▃[/color][color=#B65121]▃[/color][color=#B85521]▃[/color][color=#B95920]▃[/color][color=#BB5D1F]▃[/color][color=#BD611E]▃[/color][color=#BE651D]▃[/color][color=#C0691D]▃[/color][color=#C26D1C]▃[/color][color=#C4701B]▃[/color][color=#C5741A]▃[/color][color=#C77819]▃[/color][color=#C97C19]▃[/color][color=#CB8018]▃[/color][color=#CC8417]▃[/color][color=#CE8816]▃[/color][color=#D08C15]▃[/color][color=#D19015]▃[/color][color=#D39414]▃[/color][color=#D59813]▃[/color][color=#D79C12]▃[/color][color=#D8A011]▃[/color][color=#DAA410]▃[/color][color=#DCA810]▃[/color][color=#DEAC0F]▃[/color][color=#DFB00E]▃[/color][color=#E1B30D]▃[/color][color=#E3B70C]▃[/color][color=#E5BB0C]▃[/color][color=#E6BF0B]▃[/color][color=#E8C30A]▃[/color][color=#EAC709]▃[/color][color=#EBCB08]▃[/color][color=#EDCF08]▃[/color][color=#EFD307]▃[/color][color=#F1D706]▃[/color][color=#F2DB05]▃[/color][color=#F4DF04]▃[/color][color=#F6E304]▃[/color][color=#F8E703]▃[/color][color=#F9EB02]▃[/color][color=#FBEF01]▃[/color][color=#FDF300]▃[/color] [sub][color=darkgray]Collab with [color=fff700]Ryland[/color], [color=f6ab98]Aunt Miley[/color] [@TootsiePop], [color=brown]Marisol[/color] [@Rosalia] & [color=6495ed]lil' bro Marshall[/color] [@metanoia][/color][/sub][/center] [color=darkgray][indent][indent] [color=f6ab98]"That’s against the dress code.”[/color] Miley Bennett peered into her nephew’s bedroom to see his progress. While yes, his [url=https://c8.alamy.com/comp/2AAMKA2/los-angeles-ca-march-21-2016-actor-kyle-allen-at-the-premiere-for-the-hulu-original-tv-series-the-path-at-the-arclight-theatre-hollywood-2016-paul-smith-featureflash-2AAMKA2.jpg]outfit[/url] was a casual preppy look that suited the King’s Academy scene, minus how he held himself which was free and easy, to an extremely informal level, sneakers was an absolute no-no. In her book. In their book. In everyone’s book that was attending this semi-formal dance. Did he even read the dance pamphlet like she did? He wouldn’t be allowed to get inside with his darling date with those on, even if they looked brand spankin’ new. And oh god, that hair. How she wanted to cut his hair and make him look as pristine as those white sneakers he was wearing. He was a KING and he never acted like one, which was beyond her. Just a little snip snip and he’d be a heartthrob. Alas, this was a losing battle, unless by some divine fate, he felt inclined to clean up for someone special. [color=fff700]“Hey, is knocking not a thing anymore?”[/color] Ryland grumbled at his aunt, while he gave her a deadpan stare through the mirror, above the guest room [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/d0/c1/0ed0c121a4b3d0bd025d4bd315b588a0.jpg]dresser[/url]. He didn’t understand why he had to dress above average for a dance that celebrated friendship. He was celebrating this night with his best girl, Marisol, and if they had it their way, they’d celebrate it with jeans, tees, and sneaks. The best kind of wear. School dances were overrated and uneventful. He had low expectations and doubted anything interesting would happen to appease his boredom. Raising his eyebrow, he turned around to face the person he was speaking to. As if she already knew what he was going to say, she revealed white [url=https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/HDcAAOSwmxVccIox/s-l400.jpg]slip on moc toe shoes[/url], which caused him to close his mouth before even speaking. [color=f6ab98]"These are still white and give the vibe you want!”[/color] Miley proclaimed, having picked these shoes specifically because of their comfort level. Yes, they were hammy-downs but he didn’t need to know that. The moment Rye laid eyes on the shoes, he rewarded his aunt with a scowl. There was no way — no way in hell he’d be wearing that! Those were not [i]money[/i]. Not [i]money[/i] at all. This was unbelievable. He couldn’t believe his aunt was looking at him as if he had no choice. As if he wouldn’t throw those shoes out the window right here and right now. [color=fff700]“That’s fucking dumb. They should let this pass because hell-to-the-no. I ain’t wearing those!”[/color] [color=f6ab98]"Language. And, Riri, honey, if they give you a pass, they’ll have to give everyone a pass, and that’s just not the King’s way. Come on, please, for me? If it makes you feel better, your dad used to hate wearing shoes like this too, but when he went from rags to riches, he had to adapt.”[/color] Miley entered the room, disregarding the ‘knocking’ comment because this was her house, and extended her arms, each hand holding one shoe, [color=f6ab98]"You want to have fun with Marisol, right?”[/color] [color=fff700]“Yeah, but [i]not[/i] with those shoes.”[/color] Rye stubbornly clapped back. [color=f6ab98]"Wear the damn shoes, Ryland James Aspen.”[/color] Clicking her tongue in annoyance, knowing they were running out of time and she still wanted to take pictures, Miley gave her signature deathly glare that she would give her kids, if she had any, to her [i]charming[/i], [i]wonderful[/i] nephew. She knew very well she was dealing with the brat of her brother’s children, but she adored him nevertheless. It was obvious that lately he wasn’t being himself, and she could guess why without imposing. It wasn’t that hard to tell he was a lovesick puppy. If he didn’t [i]try[/i] to care about anything, like his grades, or his looks, or the mess of laundry that was visibly irking her this very moment, he sure as hell wouldn’t get the girl that’s keeping him awake all night. The walls were [i]thin[/i], after all. [color=fff700]“I guess I’m not going because I [b]REFUSE[/b]!”[/color] [color=f6ab98]"Don’t be a baby and don’t make me get your dad involved. Do you want your weekly allowance, or nah? [b]WEAR THE DAMN SHOES[/b]!”[/color] [color=fff700]“No! CALL HIM. I DON’T CARE!”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/color] [hr] [color=darkgray][indent][indent]He indeed did care. In front of the Castillo’s, standing in front of his aunt’s [url=https://imgur.com/fJx3mFh]cadillac ciel[/url], keys in hand, Ryland continued to grumble and mumble under his breath. Obviously, he had given in, and now here he was picking his friend up for this stupid dance with these stupid shoes. All he wanted was to wear sneakers. Fucking sue him. Ambling down the path and to the door, Rye had no idea what to expect on Sol’s end. They didn’t really go through the whole coordination thing that most couples do for dances. That was unimportant. He was simply happy he was taking her. Before ringing the doorbell, he ran his free hand through his hair, pushing some of his long strands behind his ear, and then and only then, did he finally make the household aware of his presence, as he joked, [color=fff700]“Honey, I’m home!”[/color] [color=6495ed]“I swear, if it’s the fucking Jehova’s Witness morons again--”[/color] The door swiftly opened. Instead of Sol or even the head of the Castillo-Jameson family, a much shorter, yet clearly fit [url=https://media2.giphy.com/media/UEjgg5cFnsPpS/source.gif]Marshall[/url] received that bothersome doorbell and who was responsible, scowling for all of three seconds. [color=6495ed]“Oh, you’re not a Jehova’s Witness.”[/color] Marshall eyed Ryland up and down, fixating on his shoes, chuckling with a half-smirk. [color=6495ed]“Where ya headin’, cowboy?”[/color] The teen joked and leaned his right shoulder against the side of the wall. [color=brown]“How the fuck is it gonna be a Jehova’s Witness at half-past six of a Saturday night, you dumb fuck?!”[/color] Marisol’s voice rang across the house from her room on the upstairs floor, where she was about finished with her preparations for the dance. [color=fff700]“Where do you think? I got a date with the devil; now excuse me, Marshall, not right now.”[/color] Rye was visibly peeved and just wanted to see Marisol in a dress already so he could laugh. Marshall chose to ignore Marisol’s loud, annoying voice and stepped to the side so Ryland could come inside. [color=6495ed]“Oh, I didn’t know Candyman was taking you. Is that why you brought out the pearls?”[/color] Marshall asked, once again glancing down to Ry’s shoes. Internally seething, still hating these shoes, a huge chance he would end up barefoot by the end of the night, Rye chose to ignore the gesture toward the shoes, and laughed, [color=fff700]“Whatever, man. You know your sister can bring hell on Earth worse than any man that goes by the fucking name: ‘Candyman’.”[/color] He casually entered, and then shouted, [color=fff700]“Hurry your ass up! I want to get this over and done with.”[/color] [color=brown][i]“Fuck you, you piece of stale-ass bread! Don’t tell me what to do!”[/i][/color] Marshall squinted and dug his left pinky into his ear, cleaning it out. [color=6495ed]“Okay, maybe next time use your inside voice. I’m not trying to go deaf over here.”[/color] With a sigh, Marshall took a place a few feet away from Ryland and leaned against the wall, waiting for his sister to, as Ryland so poetically phrased it, hurry her ass up. It wasn’t long before the momentary calm of the Castillo household was interrupted by a flash of red fabric and long brown hair sliding down the handrail of the stairs and landing perfectly in front of Ryland and Marshall on the first floor. Dressed in a [url=https://i.imgur.com/mNeWi6W.jpg]long, spaghetti strap red dress with a slit that reached the middle of her right thigh and holding a pair of silver heels on one hand[/url], the crimson-lipped, grinning young woman waved at her date. [color=brown]“Hey,”[/color] she said breathlessly, taking a seat on the second step of the stairs to put on her heels. [color=brown]“Sorry I’m late. I was out surfing all day, and when I realized what time it was I barely had enough time to get decent,”[/color] she explained in order to justify her simple makeup and even more simple hairstyle, while the faint marks of paler skin where the strings of her bikini had covered her from the sun corroborated her story. While the entrance was hardly lady-like, and nothing like a slow-mo monumental moment in a chick flick, Rye expected this, or something of the same variant. Smiling now, he watched her put her shoes on and took in the dress of the night. That was what took him aback. How goddamn good she looked in red. It was rare for Rye to look at Marisol in a light other than a sister, but today he could admit that she was absolutely stunning, beautiful, and, [color=fff700]“Priceless.”[/color] He subconsciously said out loud, before admitting, [color=fff700]“You look good, Sol.”[/color] [color=6495ed]“What Woody said,”[/color] Marshall chimed in, smiling. [color=6495ed]“Amazing what a little effort into looking like a female can do for you, right sis?”[/color] He joked (for the most part). That made the usually frowning Marisol grin from ear to ear. [color=brown]“Thank you, sourdough!”[/color] the short girl teased, walking over to her friend and lightly slapping his cheek a few times. [color=brown]“And you look… Like a vision,”[/color] she told him after taking a quick look of his selected outfit for the night. [color=fff700]“Oh shut up, I hate it.”[/color] Rye huffed, wishing this was just some dumb house party where he could wear whatever the fuck he wanted. Deciding to change the subject, he gestured toward the door, [color=fff700]“You hungry? ‘Cuz I got us some food and I would hate for your fries to get cold.”[/color] [color=brown]“You’re a fucking hero, dude,”[/color] Mari growled, lightly punching Ryland’s arm and heading over to the front door when-- [color=6495ed]“Not so fast!”[/color] Marshall whipped out his cellphone. [color=6495ed]“By order of our annoying dad, I am required to take pictures.”[/color] He sighed as he spoke and gestured to the happy couple to squeeze together. [color=6495ed]“Trust me, I don’t want to do this as much as you don’t but it is what it is.”[/color] [i]Great[/i]. [color=fff700]“Does it have to be traditional?”[/color] Searching for a way to not have to [i]try[/i] and take a good pic, he stepped closer to Marisol, scanning her up and down, [color=fff700]“And do we have to do this here? Outside? Do you want me to hold her? How excessive are we being?”[/color] He was having memories of his aunt Summer spending an hour just taking pictures of him and his brothers. He [i]hated[/i] taking pictures, but for Mr. Castillo, he had no choice. This was a matter of respect. [color=6495ed][i]This one makes Sonny look like Einstein.[/i][/color] [color=6495ed]”Just put your arm behind her and Mari, put yours in the same position. And, please, for the love of God, don’t be tasteless.” [/color]He immediately glared at Marisol, who stuck her tongue out at him and flipped him off. If she had it her way, she’d stick her nonexistent ass out like a TikTok Thot. [color=fff700]“Okay, man, whatever.”[/color] Ryland eased his hand around Marisol’s waist and pulled her close. He knew the generic way of posing but this was way too couple-y for him. If it’s what the photographer wants, then so be it. To be frank, ever since he found out the news of his friends, he had no idea how to treat Marisol now. Boundaries were necessary, when his two best friends were fucking. On her end, Marisol had done her part by closing the distance between her and Ryland and wrapping her own arm around his waist. [color=brown]“Hey, you’re not a whole foot taller than me anymore!”[/color] she teased, proudly standing beside her friend and not feeling like a dwarf next to a beanstalk. [color=fff700]“Still a shorty.”[/color] He teased, earning himself a pinch on the side where Mari’s hand had been resting before looking at Marshall expectantly. [color=fff700]“Let’s do this, so we can grub.”[/color] He chuckled at the height difference between the two. As he would back up so they were both in frame, Marshall was literally seconds away from taking the photo but then he saw Marisol stick her tongue out and lift her leg up while Ryland held it up, smirking. Shaking his head, Marshall cursed in Spanish and took the photo reluctantly. [color=6495ed]“I swear, you two are going to be the death of dad.”[/color] His sister just gleefully giggled in response. [color=fff700]“Okay, okay. Now a serious one.”[/color] Rye released his friend’s leg, not realizing how soft her skin was until now, but pushing that thought aside. The more they fooled around, the later they’d get to the dance. They behaved long enough for Marshall to take a few more photos before Marisol cried out: [color=brown]“Can we fucking go now? I’m fucking starving!”[/color] As he saved each picture, Marshall shrugged and pocketed his cellphone. [color=6495ed]“Go for it!”[/color] He walked past them, hands in his shorts. [color=6495ed]“Have fun, you crazy kids!”[/color] Marshall yelled out as he walked upstairs. [color=fff700]“We’ll have fun alright. In my car. Eating.”[/color] And with that, Ryland grabbed Marisol’s hand, and led her out. About fucking time. [/indent][/indent][/color]