[color=silver][indent][indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fZ40u90.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/QI7vL2i.gif[/img] [sub][color=crimson][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — Downtown food truck station [color=crimson][b]INTERACTIONS[/b][/color] — [@OGSG][@Hey Im Jordan][/sub] [/center][hr]There was always something about winter in Angel Grove that Jackson always liked. He couldn’t tell anyone who would bother to ask him why he liked it. Maybe it was because winter, summer -- whatever the fuckin’ season was, it wasn’t like most places. Southern California, it being so close to the equator, it wasn’t like other places where it was actually butt-ass freezing like the tip of a mountain or when a bud thought it would be a good idea to shove a bunch of ice cubes down your back and recording it for Tik Tok. First off, that would be totally not cool. And secondly, what Jackson learned last week was that, when push came to shove, his cousin was insanely popular on social media and pranks were his thing. Over a million views and it captured Jackson screaming and jumping around like he was an extra out of the Jump Around music video from House of Pain. Great song, but not a good look for Jackson. Hindsight and whatnot. But [i]that[/i] aside, Jackson always vibed and today was no exception. Work had been a bust. He made less than 50 bucks, but he didn’t have to pay any bills since he was on his parents’ phone plan. They also didn’t hassle him about rent…yet. He was awaiting the day they would pull him aside, especially his dad, John. John Leonidas Drake wasn’t always a patient man and he knew eventually he wanted Jackson to be part of the family business. Not that Jackson didn’t want to. He was even going to Angel Grove U for business classes and just to hone his general automotive craft. But time was ticking and John set a date. [color=crimson]“Can’t believe he’s giving me until the end of next year. The job at the pizzeria is enough.”[/color] Jackson liked to mutter to himself from time to time. It wasn’t a great habit of his or even one that a lot of people liked, especially when he was walking at night, riding on his board. He talked loudly and people liked to stare. He remembered getting Andre’s text some time ago. He was just chilling at his house, about to take a nap, but Andre knew he couldn’t pass up food trucks. They ruled! But more importantly, that half of a hundred dollars amount of cash Jackson made from work today? Well, if he was a smarter man, he might’ve saved that money. After all, the rainy day fund would probably be a good idea to invest in, but Jackson practiced a simple approach in life: Hakuna Matata. Monentai. YOLO! So thirty minutes ago, he texted Andre back a simple text: [quote=Jackson][color=crimson]I’ll be there my man! I got money so don’t even think about paying![/color][/quote] And then one more for good measure: [quote=Jackson][color=crimson]Unless I run out, in which case you’re being tagged in.[/color][/quote] As [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/a3/37/1da337c9d267dd6db1a9b23338e996a0.jpg]Jackson[/url] pulled up on his board, gliding through the open crowd, swerving left to right so he didn’t accidentally bail into anyone and knock them over, Jackson caught sight of Andre. “Dreeeeeeee!” Jackson hollered, kicking up his board and displaying a bit of his skills. He pushed off the nose of the board, went forward, using his left hand to bounce off the ground, and flipped his body landing on his feet, stylistically catching his board in his hand as it came falling down. [color=crimson]“What’s up brooooo!”[/color] He shouted with that same infectious hype energy he always had as he returned Andre’s fist bump [color=yellow]"I dunno if it's just me, but I feel like it's way more crowded this year than last year,"[/color] [color=crimson]“Is it really? I haven’t noticed.”[/color] It was true. Jackson was gliding so damn fast that he didn’t have time to notice, but since Dre mentioned it and he was looking around, he had to admit that Andre had a point. There were indeed more people around this year, but Jackson didn’t take it as a bad thing. [color=yellow]“More people, more problems, I guess.”[/color] [color=crimson]“Dre, c’mon man! Ya gotta think on the brighter side. You know, be more in the moment. I mean, if people have problems, then we just have to solve it! It’s as good as that, my man!”[/color] [color=royalblue]“Namaste, my brothers!”[/color] [color=crimson]“Fuck Su, you late as fuck! You’re like…three secs behind me.”[/color] Jackson teased and laughed in the obnoxious way that he always did. At her question about the quesadilla truck, Jackson let out a loud [color=crimson]“hmm”[/color] noise as he looked around. [color=crimson]“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s here somewhere.”[/color] When she mentioned the combo, Jackson could literally picture it and knew he just had to have that triple threat. [color=crimson]“I need that in my belly right now! And I got like..50 bucks to spend. Not sure how much y’all do, but I think I can take care of us all. I told Dre not to worry, but if not, then he can cover the rest--”[/color] Jackson let himself glance over at Andre, a somewhat mischievous grin on his face as he nudged Andre, [color=crimson]“--right, buddy?”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]