[table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/9Zt5KTv.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [indent][/indent] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221008/bb8c442dc39cd0b786874bb83dc281ea.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221008/5baf7bb1439a709f622caea92645b07c.png[/img][/center] [color=#FF9B64][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#FF9B64][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]School's Front Gate → Lacrosse Field Festivities[/color][/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Mother → Jory [sup](security guard)[/sup] → Brandon Murphy → Samantha Rhodes → Jaidyn Murphy[/color][/sup] [sup][b][u]OTD[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a2/8e/40/a28e4053217744167d5bfb1e99b10730.gif]♛[/url][/color][/sup][/color] [color=#FF9B64][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center] [color=#FF9B64][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] It had been an hour since he arrived and he'd been about 8 minutes too late to sneak in the front gate. In his haste out of the house, he'd forgotten his school I.D. on his desk - and to make everything worse, the security guard who'd been responsible for breaking up most of the fights him and his cousin fought the year before was the one sitting at the gate desk this morning. If Carlos remembered correctly, the dude's name was Jordy - or something like that. Brody? [i]Whatever.[/i] As easy as it would be for him to just go home and get the damn thing himself, the security guard insisted he couldn't let Carlos leave the school campus and had to instead call his mother to bring it to him. So there Carlos sat on the curb with his phone in his lap waiting for his mother to arrive. The sound of shuffling feet and the sounds of voices carrying over to him from behind the gate caught his attention, peaking over his shoulder to see a group of students filing into the 300 building. Just as the boy was turning back to face the street, he could see his mother's black Cadillac turning the corner before coming up the road. As she neared, Carlso stood himself up and dusted off his rear as he tucked his phone into his pocket, stepping down into the street when she pulled up beside him. [color=#E7C27D]"Aquí tienes, mi amor."[/color] She held out his school I.D. by the lanyard to him, holding her free hand up against her forehead to shade her eyes from the sun as she squinted up at him. [color=#FF9B64]"Thanks, mom."[/color] A quick glance over his shoulder at the security guard, Carlos' eyes came back around to meet his mother's. [color=#FF9B64]"Odio este pinche lugar."[/color] [color=#E7C27D]"Aye! Language."[/color] After the boy muttered a quick apology, she simply nodded as she looked past her son at the man sitting at the gate desk. [color=#E7C27D]"It's one more year, mijo. Just get through it, mm?"[/color] She reached out and gently squeezed his arm before pulling back to roll the window up and drive off, leaving Carlos standing alone in the street. The boy stood there watching his mother's car pull around the corner at the opposite end of the school she came from until the car was out of sight, turning back towards the gate as he shuffled his way to the security guard's desk to hold up his I.D. [color=#FF9B64]"A'my good to go in, now?"[/color] The boy's tone dripped with venom, he didn't care much if he came off as rude or disrespectful. The guard's eyes tilted up towards him, looking back and forth between the I.D. card and the boy a couple times before he sat back into his chair, folding his arms over his chest. [color=#5D6D7E]"You know you're late, right?"[/color] As much as Carlos was sure he was trying to hold it back, he could just barely make out a smirk tugging at the corners of the guy's lips. The boy's jaw clenched before dropping open slightly, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek before trailing the inner lining of his lower lip. Carlos closed his mouth shut just as he let out a hefty sigh through his nose, side-eying the guard with what could only be described as [i]pure exasperation[/i]. [color=#FF9B64][I]You gotta be fucking kidding me.[/i][/color] [color=#FF9B64]"My mom's already gone, bro. What do you want me to do?!"[/color] The two stood there a few moments in a silent stand-off. The guard shifted in his seat before shaking his head, turning back to his monitor. [color=#5D6D7E]"I really don't appreciate your t-"[/color] Jory's voice was suddenly cut off by a familiar, booming voice behind Carlos. [color=#000000]"Ey Jory! I got this one, man. He's mine,"[/color] the voice called out, firm hands clamping down on Carlos' shoulders before pushing him on through the doors. Carlos didn't even have to turn to know who it was that was manhandling him through the school gates and out of earshot of the other guard, a smirk covering his features as the tall, dark-haired young man came from behind Carlos to finally face him. [i][url=https://data.whicdn.com/images/336720946/original.gif]∞[/url] Brandon Alexander Murphy.[/i] Bran shoved Carlos' shoulder playfully as he chuckled, folding his arms across his chest to stare at the boy before him. [color=#000000]"How've you been, shithead?"[/color] [color=#FF9B64]"Was about to ask you the same thing, cabrón. Knew your middle brother came back but I didn't figure you would. The fuck you doin' here?"[/color] [color=#000000]"Oh, you know,"[/color] Bran smirked, looking at some some girls passing down the hallway, flashing them a charming grin. [color=#000000]"I'm just here for-"[/color] [color=#FF9B64]"Look, I get it. I love the game too, man, but these are a bit too young for you. Mess with the wrong girl and you'll find yourself a one-way trip, Murphy."[/color] Bran laughed, shaking his head as he brought his attention back to the boy before him. [color=#000000]"Not here for girls. I just... when Jai told me he was going to come back to finish out his and Danny's senior year, I wanted to be sure they had backup if they needed it. Whether they know it, or care to admit it, I love 'em. I might be an asshole, but I'm a lovable one."[/color] Carlos shook his head, [color=#FF9B64]"Yeah, I don't know about that bro,"[/color] the boy laughed, peaking over at the clock that hung above the doorway into the offices to check the time, turning his eyes back on Brandon. [color=#FF9B64]"So you here for the year, or..?"[/color] [color=#000000]"Yeah,"[/color] Bran, too, glanced at the clock a moment before pulling his phone out, his eyes widening slightly before his stance shifted. [color=#000000]"Hey, look I gotta go. You'll see me around, I'm sure."[/color] Bran hit knuckles with Carlos before turning to walk off towards the 400 buildings, calling over his shoulder, [color=#000000]"Try not to make a habit of being late from now on, eh?"[/color] Carlos could only assume he'd gotten a message he wasn't happy about, or something. Maybe it was urgent. The boy shook his head at Bran's exit comment, turning to pull at the glass door that lead into the 300 building, taking the stairs to the second floor before rounding the corner before running smack dab into someone. Carlos stepped back and looked the girl over. She looked familiar. Loud girl, always had a camera around her neck. He couldn't remember her name, but he remembered her from the year before when she was a T.A. for the Spanish class he took with Ms. Goldman to get an easy A in a language class. The boy sighed softly, slipping past the girl with a gentle [color=#FF9B64]'S'cuse me,'[/color] muttered just loud enough for her to hear. He was about to push his way through the second set of glass doors that lead across the bridge to the 900 building till he heard her voice call after him from behind. [color=#BDA553]"Carlos, right?"[/color] Carlos turned to face the girl, his hand still holding onto the door's bar handle. [color=#FF9B64]"[i]Santi[/i], but yeah. That's me.. why?"[/color] [color=#BDA553]"Right. I remember you from last year. I heard Goldman call your name earlier when she was taking attendance. Don't bother going to the room, the class is down at the lacrosse field already."[/color] The girl turned and rounded the corner to head down the staircase, ultimately disappearing from sight. The boy nodded to himself as he pushed his way out of the glass doors before taking a hard right down the staircase, heading down the walkway beside the 300 building towards the auditorium and 800 building where he'd hang a left and head off towards the lacrosse field to join the rest of his class. As Carlos made it onto the field, he searched the immediate area for any familiar faces before pulling his phone out to type out a message to his best friend as he headed up into the bleachers to find a spot to sit down. [indent][indent][indent] [indent][indent][indent] [indent][indent][indent] [indent][indent][indent][table=bordered][cell][color=gray][sub] [color=#5E7D7E]𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚍💩🐦[/color][/sub] [right][sub][color=#FF9B64][b]𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚘[/b][/color] - 𝚠𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚎?[/sub][/right][/color][/cell][/table][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0a/cd/53/0acd5327bcea700503c2af7561878f42.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [indent][/indent] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221008/07a32f10648309086d7f945b38f2cb5c.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/221008/4422dda4266fe08a937cbe0e66b5c951.png[/img][/center] [color=#7ACAB7][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#7ACAB7][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Lacrosse Field Festivities → Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes[/color][/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]A few friends [sup](NPCs)[/sup][/color][/sup] [sup][b][u]OTD[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray][url=https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/gCCs5BYMun5m1NbsEb18rC4Flsc=/1400x1400/filters:format(jpeg)/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/11964947/LXM18_PENN_037_.jpg]☬[/url] [url=https://www.prodirectselect.com/productimages/V3_1_Gallery_1/210472_Gallery_1_0619925.jpg]☬[/url][/color][/sup][/color] [color=#7ACAB7][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center] [color=#7ACAB7][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] Danny's mom always said the boy had a tape worm with as much as he could eat. The fact of the matter was, he wasn't outright starving, but he definitely could still eat. Having already eaten breakfast before he'd come to school this morning, it wasn't about to stop him from eating some good ol' carnival food. The smell of funnel cake was calling to him. Looking around, Danny finally spotted his best friend Damien and their friends Ruby, Brockton and Jace. Slipping past a few people, he stepped up beside his teammates with a small grin. [color=#7ACAB7]"Bran told me from his first day of his senior year they had a lot of good vendors. I doubt they changed the list very much in the last two years. You guys eat this morning, at all?"[/color] [color=#8F9779]"I could go with a bite to eat. Passed on breakfast for a few extra minutes of sleep. Totally worth it."[/color] Of course Damien did. Danny couldn't blame him, though. The boys had talked about how the last week had been rough for him getting to sleep at night. After having Sam over to sleep beside him all summer long, then reverting back to sleeping alone.. it'd been hard for D, and he wasn't afraid to admit it to Daniel. He missed his girlfriend. Danny, of course, could sympathize. [color=#C5A3FF]"I can't believe you'd skip breakfast, Damien. Hey, any specific recommendations from Brandon?"[/color] Daniel shot a half-smile Ruby's way as he opened his mouth to speak but heard a familiar voice behind him, stopping himself as he peered over his shoulder. [color=#85E3FF]"Hey guys, getting ready to sign-up for everything? Heard there's a couple of new clubs that just started this year! There's a D&D club I'm really wanting to check out. Think that Foley girl is running it..?"[/color] [I]Luke[/i]. Danny tilted his head up in greeting to the boy, noticing that his words were more directed to the Brockton and Jace before turning back to address Ruby. [color=#7ACAB7]"Well, actu-"[/color] It was then Danny realized Jace had been saying something behind him in response to Ruby, but it wasn't until he could feel Jace shove into his shoulder that he really noticed him. [color=#FFEB99]"Come on, they gotta at least have some Memphis Barbeque, right..?"[/color] Danny rolled his eyes and laughed, reaching over to shove back at the other boy. [color=#7ACAB7]"Can you give me a damn minute and I'll tell ya!"[/color] He shook his head, smirking as he glanced around at his friends that were now surrounding him. [color=#BFFAC6]"Hey."[/color] Daniel peaked over his shoulder to see Theo had joined the group, shooting a smile and a peace sign up at the boy. [color=#7ACAB7]"Hey man,"[/color] he spoke in quick greeting before turning back to Ruby to address her question as the group pushed through the other seniors on the field. [color=#7ACAB7]"Brandon always goes for turkey legs and the deep-fried Oreos when we go to any carnival. Personally, if I can find a food truck that does funnel cakes? I'm set. A turkey leg [I]does[/i] sound pretty good, though."[/color] Danny side-eyed Jace, raising a brow at the boy. [color=#7ACAB7]"And yes, they have a barbecue truck."[/color] Daniel took a look around, his eyes grazing over all of the club booths as they migrated past them. [color=#7ACAB7][i]'Wonder who's working Sawyer's club booth,'[/i][/color] he thought to himself. He probably got some Junior to work it for him while he fooled around and ate his heart out. That boy was definitely food-motivated. When food was involved, it was like he had tunnel-vision. Though, Danny couldn't judge. As he caught a whiff of what he was pretty sure was funnel cake, his stomach rumbled furiously. His eyes scanned over the crowd of kids at the number of food trucks lined up along the back fence of the field, smiling as he landed on a small black trailer with orange signs and red lettering. [I]Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes.[/i] 'Funnel cakes. Lemonade. Deep-fried Oreos'. [color=#7ACAB7][i]'Yes.'[/i][/color] It seemed everyone else was busy making their own decisions on what they wanted to do while Daniel's mind was already made. He slipped his way through the crowds till he was standing in the line at Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes, preoccupied with the menu as he looked it over with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There really wasn't a point in looking the menu over. The boy knew what he wanted. Classic funnel cake with powder and fresh strawberries on the side. [i]None of that fake strawberry syrup bullshit.[/i] That stuff always ruined it for him.