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I hope that's the case because I've been planning on Sonya losing a limb for that reason xD
"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"
Interacting with: Natalia @Aamaya, open for interactions
Something was terribly off. Sonya's half-assed smile turned into a frown as soon as she saw Natalia motion at her in a stiff way. What was going on? There was... there was no one here, was there?
The scene unfolded in a horrifying manner before Sonya's eyes. The gurgling sound of the infected multiplied, and it soon dawned on her that Natalia was in grave danger. Shit.
Unable to do anything but watch - bombs could hurt her friend so they were useless - Sonya stood frozen, looking as Natalie tried to come up with a solution. She was clearly feeling panicked, and Sonya didn't blame her one bit. How hadn't Sonya seen this coming? She was a moron. Fucking idiot, she was.
Like a chain reaction, Natalia threw a rock, attracting the zombies' attention, while simultaniously darting towards Sonya's location. Careful not to make a sound, Sonya scooted closer to the edge of the shed, trying to figure out a way to help Natalia. She couldn't let her get hurt. She couldn't.
When a trail of zombies closed the path to the shed from Natalia, the brunetter ran out of the line of Sonya's sight. Sonya panicked herself, not that she would admit it to herself, making herself act without thinking. In cold blood she jumped down from the shed, bombs in hand. She was going to fucking end these bastards. If they would do so much as to lay hand on Nat, she would blame herself.
Boom. Flames were hot near Sonya's face as she ran, following the trail of infected running ahead of her. Sonya's hand trembled in anticipation as adrenaline flowed through her veins, heightening every one of her senses. Now the zombies had spotted her too, and tried to get a hold of her. She evaded, skirting through a window of a shack of a house. Something sharp sank into Sonya's bicep, making her growl in pain. Looking back, she saw the sharp shards of glass sticking out from the frames of the broken window, making it pretty apparent what the source of her injury had been. It didn't matter right now. She couldn't stop running, trying to track Natalia. Where the fuck had she gone?
Explosions went off left and right as fast as Sonya could light her bombs. She was running out soon, she knew it, but it didn't matter. Something had to be done. Reaching the end of the suburbs, slightly out of breath, Sonya's eyes darted around frantically, finally landing on Natalia. She had seemingly escaped the infected, but Sonya wasn't sure if the woman had hurt herself while running. Raising her non-injured hand in a salute, Sonya waited if the woman would notice her. This was the absolute worst place to be right now, no place to hide and zombies all around them, waiting for a free meal like them. Sonya jogged closer to Natalia, wiping the ashes from the flames on her sleeve, only smudging the thing on her cheek more.
"Hey," Sonya said in a rough voice. She didn't have it in her to throw a half assed insult at Natalia for not being more careful. This had been mostly Sonya's fault for not being more aware of the situation, after all. "We should get going before they spot us," Sonya continued, taking Natalia's hand in a grip and pulling her forward. What a lovely meet-up after a week of not seeing each other, Sonya thought grimly. It wasn't like she thought Natalia couldn't take care of herself, quite the opposite actually, but Sonya would have lied if she had said that she didn't feel protective over the brunette. The woman seemed quite visibly shaken, too. Sonya was too, but she was the kind not to show it. It was easier to lock things up inside.
"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"
Interacting with: Natalia @Aamaya
Back on the move, Sonya wondered if Natalia had already gotten her message. No, the woman concluded, she's in all likelyhood still asleep. It didn't really matter, though. Sonya was already making her way to their secret spot along the flat land that was dotted by debris falling from the eroded suburbian buildings. Those were the lands that the infected loved the most, which also made it relatively safe from any intelligent snoopers. The wandering zombies were a con, but only a few of them ever had the bright idea of wandering inside buildings.
Making her way through the barren field view before her, Sonya heard something growl from her left. It was a low gurgling sound that was all too familiar to her. A lone infected with a rotten eyesocket approached Sonya slowly, relealing itself from the shadows. Immediately on guard, Sonya's hand flew to the ice pick hanging from her belt. Using a bomb in this area could work, but it would be highly dangerious: Sonya had no place to hide, and the explosion would attract more company than she needed. This was exactly the kind of situation Sonya hated. She'd have to take the ex-creature down discreetly and up-close.
The infected being came closer, ready to lunge on Sonya and bury its foul teeth into her flesh. Staring the zombie down with a cold stare, Sonya looked for a quick opening to stab the undead's neck. It was the safest spot to strike, since Sonya didn't want to get more hurt than she already was from the past week, but the creature was facing her, ruining the element of surprise. Kicking the creature down and ignoring the sickening crack sound she heard, Sonya immobilised her target and stabbed the ice pick deep into its chest, not stopping until its arms stopped flapping and the disgusting gurgling sound faded away with its last breath. Face stoic, Sonya wiped the bloody weapon on the zombie's own, albeit dirty, shirt. The zombie had nothing on it, which was disappointing but not unusual. She spit out the irony taste of blood from her mouth and continued to work her way up to the secret house unshaken.
Sonya did anticipate meeting Natalia this time. Talking to oneself got pretty boring after a while, and Sonya would have lied if she had said she didn't crave human contact. This, Sonya thought, was a weakness. But it made her feel better in a world where pretty much everything felt like shit, so she took what she could.
Seeing the suburbs in the distance, Sonya unknowingly hastened her pace a bit, reaching the housing area relatively quickly. The woman made sure there were no zombies around, since it would make for a nasty surprise.
Unlucky, a pack of them was hanging around in the middle of the fucking road. However, Sonya was prepared. It didn't bother her using explosives this far away from any major camps like Toxo, which could track her. So she felt relatively safe in blowing off a head or two.
"Boom," Sonya stated with a wry smile as she threw the first lit Molotov cocktail into the mix. Taking cover behind a porch of a random house, she could hear the gurgling of the infected, burning all in flames of her little gift. Let them burn, Sonya thought. It was no use mercying something that had taken her whole world and ripped it apart. People or not, there was no cure for the infected, and Sonya wasn't damn well going to wait around for that.
It became quiet after that. Sonya climbed on the shed of a garage, viewing the world opening before her. The dawn was beginning to turn into the morning, giving life to the abandoned buildings in the area. Someone was approaching from the horizon. This caught Sonya's attention, but soon she recognised the familiar style of her acquaintance. Huffing with dry amusement, she hummed: "Took you long enough."
Hey just a PSA about Sonya: Since I write from her perspective, I may use some words, insults or descriptions I wouldn't normally use myself, obviously :'D Since Sonya doesn't really care what's socially correct all the time, she kind of thinks just what comes to mind. This is just for the future posts I may make!
"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"
She happened to be around the area. No biggie.
Sonya had been gone from her usual spot for about a week. She didn't like staying still too long, and keeping in the move gave her something to do. It was better than being a sitting duck, anyway. Everyone knew what that would get you.
Making her way through the barren trees in the forest, Sonya let out a yawn of a sleepless night. It had been a while since she had paid Natalie a visit. And to be frank, it had been exactly as long since Sonya had had any kind of human interaction - aside from the rotting meatbags that everyone called zombies. It was a fitting name, really. Who knew that pop-culture would actually became reality one day?
In her traveller attire, which was thoroughly worn but reliable, Sonya didn't stop until she saw the familiar outskirts of the infamous Toxo headquarters in the horizon. It was hot, and a drop of sweat made its way down Sonya's brow, tickling. She remembered the first time she had been around, she had almost blown Nat's face with a Molotov. Glad she hadn't done that, since the woman had proven to be very useful among other things. It wasn't like Sonya had gotten attached to the big eyed brunette or anything.
Small branches crickling under her military boots, Sonya made her way towards the danger zone. She kind of got a thrill of of getting on people's nerves. She hadn't been discovered so far, which she took for granted, being the escape artist she was. Besides there were lots of benefits to camping close to a group's headquarters. It meant mediocre protection from zombies, more resources for food, and all the good stuff without any of the cultish commitment, or whatever. Groups weren't Sonya's thing anyway. Not anymore.
Reaching the property line, Sonya kneeled down on their usual messaging spot along the fence. There was that old shoe there, worn and by all means not very suspicious at all. Slipping a note inside the boot, Sonya shimmied it on the other side of the fence, where it was left partially hidden by the long grass. 'Meet-up at the usual place. Dunno when I'll leave.' After that Sonya stood up and walked out without being seen. Even if she had been seen, she would have a handy bomb or two in her sleeve to create some distraction. Or damage. But it was highly unlikely since close to no one seemed to be awake yet.
It really hadn't been the easiest week. Sonya had been scavenging around, going pretty far, even, looking for something viable for her to spend her time on. There had been groups of the infected, which Sonya had mostly managed to avoid, but then there was that one time on last Wednesday when things had gotten dirty. She didn't really enjoy ending the zombie's lives, if you could even call them alive. It was some speck of humanity inside of Sonya that still saw people with lives, hopes and dreams when she looked at them in the eye and shot them. That's why bombs were nicer. It was a beautiful booming sound, a lot of light and fire, and you didn't have to really look at what you were killing. That plus the damage splashed unlike with a mere machete or some shit.
Meeting the rocky hills, Toxo's area still within viewing distance, Sonya plopped down and took out an opened bag of chips. Might as well eat, she thought. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all.
@Raylah Nice face claim! I just happened to watch an episode of Orange is the New Black where your FC showed up... What a coincidence xD
Starring: Molly, Sonny, & Jem
Location: Sonny's room... unfortunately.
Collab with: @Cio@Lovely Complex@coughsyrup
Molly hurried up the stairs, too occupied to check if someone had followed her. The hallway seemed empty enough, so Molly began taking her drenched t-shirt off. She had a navy bra under it, anyway.
Tumbling into what she thought was her own room, Molly finally got the shirt over her head, scrunching up her nose at the smell of it.
Then she noticed she was not alone.
Squeaking in shock while instinctively covering her top half with her arms, Molly found herself staring at an equally surprised, shirtless Sonny.
”What are you doing in my-- w-wait… shit, no, this isn’t my room, is it...” the girl realised, utterly mortified. This wasn’t the first time Molly had mixed up the two rooms, Sonny’s and hers were next to each other after all. Still, this was the first time Molly was practically half naked. At that she blushed so furiously that the redness reached her chest.
”I’ll uh… sod off now, sorry,” Molly added apologetically, beginning to retreat to the door. Before she could leave, however, she noticed the boy looked like something was bothering him, and couldn’t help but ask: “Wait, Sonny, are you alright?”
Something indeed was bothering Sonny. Actually, a variety of things were, but he wasn’t good at expressing those feelings. Moments before Molly, prom queen to his king, had barged in, because he didn’t think he had to lock the door, Sonny had thrown off his black hoodie and Misery (by Stephen King) tee on his bed and unbuttoned his dark denim jeans, revealing his gray boxer briefs. Rather than take off his pants, he threw himself on his bed to stare at the ceiling until he absolutely had to change into ‘proper’ Miami beach party attire. That is until Molly came in, showcasing her nice… bra, yes bra.
Sitting up, embarrassed, but not showing it like Molly was, Sonny’s eyes widened, yet he didn’t say or do anything immediately. His response was on delay from the shock. He just let her go off in a tangent, covering herself, obviously equally embarrassed, and then notice something was amiss With him, not the situation, even if it was a strange situation.
Jem went her way upstairs hoping to catch Molly. Earlier she had taken the hint after Sam revealed himself to the group, she caught Molly’s look. Jem was aware of them sharing a history, Molly shared much of it openly to Jem’s attentive ear. In some way she sees herself caught in between Sam and Molly, ever since she caught Sam in the hallway, they unexpectedly shared a moment, understanding more of what was going on between them.
While she was on her way towards her room, she heard Molly’s voice coming from the room next to hers. Wasn’t this Sonny’s room? She paused by the door for a moment, listening to the muffled conversation.
With all the clothes Sonny usually wears, like his jackets and hoodies, his looks were deceiving. With how covered he dressed, he gave off a ‘scrawny’ musician vibe. But, he wasn’t scrawny at all. Being shirtless in front of Molly revealed his muscular body, which also showed that Sonny kept up with it, like all those jock boys at their school. His expression, which was usually hardened, softened with her concern for him, realizing because he was a brooder, he probably worried a lot of his friends. Where his face might hide, his eyes said it all. His eyes showed the distress and conflict. The storm that never faltered inside of him with his constant raging battle, that was his life and purpose.
Scratching his head with his left hand, his golden band with italian words engraved into it, shining from his pinky finger, Sonny flattered and teased, dodging the ‘you alright?’ question, “Maybe people aren’t wrong about believing we’re an item. Though, they’re definitely mad because you’re way out of my league.”
To this teasing reply, Molly simply let out a laugh, which came out as a tad breathless. ”Whoa there, mate,” Molly grinned with her tongue in her teeth, cheeks rosy from the embarrassment. She was starting to grow increasingly comfortable, however, not really that bothered around the prom king after the initial surprise. Still, kept her eyes firmly on his general face area. ”People can believe what they want, ‘though I’d dare to say they’d be equally as jealous to see a fine package such as yourself taken,” she genuinely responded to her friend, taking a step away from the door. The boy’s deep eyes told a different story from his words, and Molly, understanding it wasn’t polite to pry, took a tentative approach.
”To be frank, I‘m feelin’ a bit out of place. It’s all the people, I s’pose. Half of ‘em I’m not even that familiar with, if you can believe that.” Then she chuckled, squeezing the wet excuse of a shirt closer to her. ”Blimey, I even managed to spill the drink on me somehow. Glad you weren’t there to see that,” Molly talked in her usual manner, aiming to make Sonny feel more comfortable about sharing, if he so wished.
Out of kindness, because that was just the type of boy Sonny was, he stood up and took a clean tee out for her to wear. It was his Pennywise from IT shirt. As you can see, Sonny was a fan of Stephen King. Making his way towards her, breaking the distance, he offered the shirt to her, not taking a ‘no’ for an answer. With a deep breath in, he decided since he already started making big changes this year, he might as well be honest about his feelings. At least try to. “I’m glad you weren’t there to see me either… to see me get jealous.” Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, wondering if he was conveying his messy feelings in a translatable way.
He needed to be honest to someone, might as well be Molly, and maybe, just maybe, he could enjoy himself tonight. Jealousy was the main reason he left the kitchen. “A bunch of people means certain… individuals... are always surrounded.” A risk to open up about his feelings, but he trusted Molly. One thing Sonny didn’t like was people getting touchy with his best friends. He would like to think she wasn’t going to spread his feelings around like wildfire, “Truthfully? I don’t get why we’re all here, a bunch of us not even knowing each other well enough, and we’re just... pretending like we’re not going to see each other after the summer ends.”
Wait, did he say best friends? Lupe was his crush, not Sable!
Taking initiative, he pulled her dirty shirt away from her, out of her grasp, and put his shirt in her arms instead, keeping his eyes focused on her face and not her body. He respected Molly, even if her body was extremely distracting.
The blonde took the shirt with a sheepish yet thankful smile, pulling the short sleeves over her arms. The shirt would be way too big on her, and it showed already. ”...Yeah, it’s weird,” Molly admitted with an understanding smile. Pretending was just the word for what Molly felt. It was insufferable. ”And believe me when I say I know what you mean. I feel so too.” Molly sighed. She laid her hand on Sonny’s shoulder supportively, then realising that he still didn’t have a shirt on. ”You know, I--” Molly began just as the door behind her opened...
Jem moved herself closer and closer to the door to make out the seemingly incoherent words but the next thing she knew, the door swung ajar revealing a surprising picture; Sonny and Molly, and in various states of undress. Automatically there was only one thing that came right into Jem’s mind.
Normally she isnt sensitive about seeing people in their underwear. The issue wasn’t solely on them being naked or doing it at all, it’s the idea of a person she knows or come to care for seeing naked, with someone or with each other, if that actually even makes sense. Right now she wasn’t entirely sure to feel about it, to be honest. But despite trying to be all cool about it, she could not contain the blush on her cheeks.
“Oh, I…uh,” Jem froze, trying to catch herself from the confusion and cleared her throat “I wasn’t aware that both of you are in the middle of um, something.”
Jem paused her eyes at Molly, and in her gorgeous navy bra whom she sees halfway through undressing? If so she just got in at the right moment for it. And then to Sonny, who was shirtless and equally at a loss it seems, gray boxers peeking through his unzipped denims to which Jem’s inquisitive eyes immediately darted away from, as far as she could. “I’m sorry, I probably should just...” Jem was already backing away slowly from the door, embarrassed at herself for disturbing a personal moment between the two. Way to kill the mood for them, Jem thought to herself. After Molly’s recent break up with Sam, Jem was at least happy that Molly was finally moving on.
Molly, startled and at loss for words, just gaped at Jem. Wait… did Jem think that she and Sonny were… Oh, Lord. Of course it would look like that. Molly was in the process of pulling Sonny’s t-shirt on, which must look like she was undressing. And now Jem thought that…
”NO!” Molly exclaimed in a pitchy voice, struggling to pull her curly mess of a hair through the t-shirt’s collar, effectively re-dressing herself. ”Crikey, no, we uh… We weren’t... It’s not what you think at all, Jem,” she stammered, thoroughly flustered by the implication. Looking at Sonny for support -- she couldn’t let Jem think they had been doing something else than talking -- Molly scratched her head and took the supportive hand off of Sonny’s shoulder as if it had burned her. As she realised the girl was backing away, Molly panicked and lunged forward, grabbing Jem’s hand firmly yet gently. She didn’t want the girl to leave now, not with that idea in her head, and well… Molly really wanted to talk to Jem, anyway. Maybe not with Sonny present -- or in Sonny’s room for that matter -- but still.
Jem was taken aback by Molly’s hand, while trying to explain herself Jem gave her a look “Really Molly, it’s ok.” she said with a gentle smile, her attempt to give her some assurance. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” she chuckled, thinking that Molly was actually embarrassed at the young woman walking into them. Jem then looked back at Sonny, smiling and trying to not look all awkward about what she just saw.
”B-but..! I’m not, ‘s really what… I just… it was an accident,” Molly tried explaining, looking at Sonny for backup.
“Yes, I know, an accident. And I’m so sorry,” She said anxiously, trying her best to make up for the rude intrusion, and still not getting a clue about what Molly was trying to tell her “ I just.. I mean I thought you needed to talk and I was about to come to your room when I heard you in here. I KNOW, I know. I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, or intruded. OR stared. How rude of me, but I really thought you needed me. AND honestly I have no idea you and Sonny were... Anyway, just pretend that I never walked in ok? Though if you need anything, I’m here. I mean , I COULD buy you guys some condoms or whatever so we’re even right? It’s no trouble I swear.” Jem was blabbering on at her attempt to redeem herself which, obviously wasn’t helping. Of course she didn’t want to make the situation awkward as it already is, albeit in her own way. I mean what are the odds of walking into a friend mid ‘doing’,she just didn’t know how to properly respond to it.
Molly became what felt like bright red at the mention of condoms, almost yelling over Jem.
”Sonny and I weren’t doing the sex!” Molly all but cried out in desperation to get her friend to understand, even though her words sounded only highly comical when they came out worded like that. Molly was too flustered by the situation to correct herself, however. Yes, she had wanted to talk to Jem and yes, it was all an accident. But all that slipped Molly’s mind that moment. “Please explain to her, Sonny,” Molly asked.
By now, Sonny had zipped up his pants and although he didn’t show his embarrassment as much as Molly did, he was thoroughly dying on the inside. Actually, that’s a lie. The weed was finally going through his system and he was pretty composed. Molly and Jem being frantic was delayed and a lot slower than it was in real time. He scratched his stomach blinking at the girls in silence, thinking about what he should eat after he got dressed. When Molly had looked at him pleading for him to fix the misunderstanding, Sonny shrugged, should be easy enough, “As lovely as Mols is, I like someone else. This is just one of those weird moments… where I’m taking off my pants and she’s taking off her top and then I’m like woah, what are you doing here?” Was Sonny making sense? He had no idea. Hopefully that explained enough, but if it didn’t, man, he had to explain to… someone... that he wasn’t sexually involved with a dynamite blonde.
”Yes, thank you, Sonny,” Molly thanked the man with a nod. “Now… Jem, I really did need to talk to you. Mind comin’ with me?”
When the girls got out of the room and into Molly's, it wasn't long before an apologetic Addison popped in, sorry for the whole beer thing. Molly just smiled, shaking her head and telling the dude it was quite okay. It was really sweet of him to come check them out, however.
Tumbling into what she thought was her own room, Molly finally got the shirt over her head, scrunching up her nose at the smell of it.
Then she noticed she was not alone.
Squeaking in shock while instinctively covering her top half with her arms, Molly found herself staring at an equally surprised, shirtless Sonny.
”What are you doing in my-- w-wait… shit, no, this isn’t my room, is it...” the girl realised, utterly mortified. This wasn’t the first time Molly had mixed up the two rooms, Sonny’s and hers were next to each other after all. Still, this was the first time Molly was practically half naked. At that she blushed so furiously that the redness reached her chest.
”I’ll uh… sod off now, sorry,” Molly added apologetically, beginning to retreat to the door. Before she could leave, however, she noticed the boy looked like something was bothering him, and couldn’t help but ask: “Wait, Sonny, are you alright?”
Something indeed was bothering Sonny. Actually, a variety of things were, but he wasn’t good at expressing those feelings. Moments before Molly, prom queen to his king, had barged in, because he didn’t think he had to lock the door, Sonny had thrown off his black hoodie and Misery (by Stephen King) tee on his bed and unbuttoned his dark denim jeans, revealing his gray boxer briefs. Rather than take off his pants, he threw himself on his bed to stare at the ceiling until he absolutely had to change into ‘proper’ Miami beach party attire. That is until Molly came in, showcasing her nice… bra, yes bra.
Sitting up, embarrassed, but not showing it like Molly was, Sonny’s eyes widened, yet he didn’t say or do anything immediately. His response was on delay from the shock. He just let her go off in a tangent, covering herself, obviously equally embarrassed, and then notice something was amiss With him, not the situation, even if it was a strange situation.
Jem went her way upstairs hoping to catch Molly. Earlier she had taken the hint after Sam revealed himself to the group, she caught Molly’s look. Jem was aware of them sharing a history, Molly shared much of it openly to Jem’s attentive ear. In some way she sees herself caught in between Sam and Molly, ever since she caught Sam in the hallway, they unexpectedly shared a moment, understanding more of what was going on between them.
While she was on her way towards her room, she heard Molly’s voice coming from the room next to hers. Wasn’t this Sonny’s room? She paused by the door for a moment, listening to the muffled conversation.
With all the clothes Sonny usually wears, like his jackets and hoodies, his looks were deceiving. With how covered he dressed, he gave off a ‘scrawny’ musician vibe. But, he wasn’t scrawny at all. Being shirtless in front of Molly revealed his muscular body, which also showed that Sonny kept up with it, like all those jock boys at their school. His expression, which was usually hardened, softened with her concern for him, realizing because he was a brooder, he probably worried a lot of his friends. Where his face might hide, his eyes said it all. His eyes showed the distress and conflict. The storm that never faltered inside of him with his constant raging battle, that was his life and purpose.
Scratching his head with his left hand, his golden band with italian words engraved into it, shining from his pinky finger, Sonny flattered and teased, dodging the ‘you alright?’ question, “Maybe people aren’t wrong about believing we’re an item. Though, they’re definitely mad because you’re way out of my league.”
To this teasing reply, Molly simply let out a laugh, which came out as a tad breathless. ”Whoa there, mate,” Molly grinned with her tongue in her teeth, cheeks rosy from the embarrassment. She was starting to grow increasingly comfortable, however, not really that bothered around the prom king after the initial surprise. Still, kept her eyes firmly on his general face area. ”People can believe what they want, ‘though I’d dare to say they’d be equally as jealous to see a fine package such as yourself taken,” she genuinely responded to her friend, taking a step away from the door. The boy’s deep eyes told a different story from his words, and Molly, understanding it wasn’t polite to pry, took a tentative approach.
”To be frank, I‘m feelin’ a bit out of place. It’s all the people, I s’pose. Half of ‘em I’m not even that familiar with, if you can believe that.” Then she chuckled, squeezing the wet excuse of a shirt closer to her. ”Blimey, I even managed to spill the drink on me somehow. Glad you weren’t there to see that,” Molly talked in her usual manner, aiming to make Sonny feel more comfortable about sharing, if he so wished.
Out of kindness, because that was just the type of boy Sonny was, he stood up and took a clean tee out for her to wear. It was his Pennywise from IT shirt. As you can see, Sonny was a fan of Stephen King. Making his way towards her, breaking the distance, he offered the shirt to her, not taking a ‘no’ for an answer. With a deep breath in, he decided since he already started making big changes this year, he might as well be honest about his feelings. At least try to. “I’m glad you weren’t there to see me either… to see me get jealous.” Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, wondering if he was conveying his messy feelings in a translatable way.
He needed to be honest to someone, might as well be Molly, and maybe, just maybe, he could enjoy himself tonight. Jealousy was the main reason he left the kitchen. “A bunch of people means certain… individuals... are always surrounded.” A risk to open up about his feelings, but he trusted Molly. One thing Sonny didn’t like was people getting touchy with his best friends. He would like to think she wasn’t going to spread his feelings around like wildfire, “Truthfully? I don’t get why we’re all here, a bunch of us not even knowing each other well enough, and we’re just... pretending like we’re not going to see each other after the summer ends.”
Wait, did he say best friends? Lupe was his crush, not Sable!
Taking initiative, he pulled her dirty shirt away from her, out of her grasp, and put his shirt in her arms instead, keeping his eyes focused on her face and not her body. He respected Molly, even if her body was extremely distracting.
The blonde took the shirt with a sheepish yet thankful smile, pulling the short sleeves over her arms. The shirt would be way too big on her, and it showed already. ”...Yeah, it’s weird,” Molly admitted with an understanding smile. Pretending was just the word for what Molly felt. It was insufferable. ”And believe me when I say I know what you mean. I feel so too.” Molly sighed. She laid her hand on Sonny’s shoulder supportively, then realising that he still didn’t have a shirt on. ”You know, I--” Molly began just as the door behind her opened...
Jem moved herself closer and closer to the door to make out the seemingly incoherent words but the next thing she knew, the door swung ajar revealing a surprising picture; Sonny and Molly, and in various states of undress. Automatically there was only one thing that came right into Jem’s mind.
Normally she isnt sensitive about seeing people in their underwear. The issue wasn’t solely on them being naked or doing it at all, it’s the idea of a person she knows or come to care for seeing naked, with someone or with each other, if that actually even makes sense. Right now she wasn’t entirely sure to feel about it, to be honest. But despite trying to be all cool about it, she could not contain the blush on her cheeks.
“Oh, I…uh,” Jem froze, trying to catch herself from the confusion and cleared her throat “I wasn’t aware that both of you are in the middle of um, something.”
Jem paused her eyes at Molly, and in her gorgeous navy bra whom she sees halfway through undressing? If so she just got in at the right moment for it. And then to Sonny, who was shirtless and equally at a loss it seems, gray boxers peeking through his unzipped denims to which Jem’s inquisitive eyes immediately darted away from, as far as she could. “I’m sorry, I probably should just...” Jem was already backing away slowly from the door, embarrassed at herself for disturbing a personal moment between the two. Way to kill the mood for them, Jem thought to herself. After Molly’s recent break up with Sam, Jem was at least happy that Molly was finally moving on.
Molly, startled and at loss for words, just gaped at Jem. Wait… did Jem think that she and Sonny were… Oh, Lord. Of course it would look like that. Molly was in the process of pulling Sonny’s t-shirt on, which must look like she was undressing. And now Jem thought that…
”NO!” Molly exclaimed in a pitchy voice, struggling to pull her curly mess of a hair through the t-shirt’s collar, effectively re-dressing herself. ”Crikey, no, we uh… We weren’t... It’s not what you think at all, Jem,” she stammered, thoroughly flustered by the implication. Looking at Sonny for support -- she couldn’t let Jem think they had been doing something else than talking -- Molly scratched her head and took the supportive hand off of Sonny’s shoulder as if it had burned her. As she realised the girl was backing away, Molly panicked and lunged forward, grabbing Jem’s hand firmly yet gently. She didn’t want the girl to leave now, not with that idea in her head, and well… Molly really wanted to talk to Jem, anyway. Maybe not with Sonny present -- or in Sonny’s room for that matter -- but still.
Jem was taken aback by Molly’s hand, while trying to explain herself Jem gave her a look “Really Molly, it’s ok.” she said with a gentle smile, her attempt to give her some assurance. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” she chuckled, thinking that Molly was actually embarrassed at the young woman walking into them. Jem then looked back at Sonny, smiling and trying to not look all awkward about what she just saw.
”B-but..! I’m not, ‘s really what… I just… it was an accident,” Molly tried explaining, looking at Sonny for backup.
“Yes, I know, an accident. And I’m so sorry,” She said anxiously, trying her best to make up for the rude intrusion, and still not getting a clue about what Molly was trying to tell her “ I just.. I mean I thought you needed to talk and I was about to come to your room when I heard you in here. I KNOW, I know. I shouldn’t have eavesdropped, or intruded. OR stared. How rude of me, but I really thought you needed me. AND honestly I have no idea you and Sonny were... Anyway, just pretend that I never walked in ok? Though if you need anything, I’m here. I mean , I COULD buy you guys some condoms or whatever so we’re even right? It’s no trouble I swear.” Jem was blabbering on at her attempt to redeem herself which, obviously wasn’t helping. Of course she didn’t want to make the situation awkward as it already is, albeit in her own way. I mean what are the odds of walking into a friend mid ‘doing’,she just didn’t know how to properly respond to it.
Molly became what felt like bright red at the mention of condoms, almost yelling over Jem.
”Sonny and I weren’t doing the sex!” Molly all but cried out in desperation to get her friend to understand, even though her words sounded only highly comical when they came out worded like that. Molly was too flustered by the situation to correct herself, however. Yes, she had wanted to talk to Jem and yes, it was all an accident. But all that slipped Molly’s mind that moment. “Please explain to her, Sonny,” Molly asked.
By now, Sonny had zipped up his pants and although he didn’t show his embarrassment as much as Molly did, he was thoroughly dying on the inside. Actually, that’s a lie. The weed was finally going through his system and he was pretty composed. Molly and Jem being frantic was delayed and a lot slower than it was in real time. He scratched his stomach blinking at the girls in silence, thinking about what he should eat after he got dressed. When Molly had looked at him pleading for him to fix the misunderstanding, Sonny shrugged, should be easy enough, “As lovely as Mols is, I like someone else. This is just one of those weird moments… where I’m taking off my pants and she’s taking off her top and then I’m like woah, what are you doing here?” Was Sonny making sense? He had no idea. Hopefully that explained enough, but if it didn’t, man, he had to explain to… someone... that he wasn’t sexually involved with a dynamite blonde.
”Yes, thank you, Sonny,” Molly thanked the man with a nod. “Now… Jem, I really did need to talk to you. Mind comin’ with me?”
When the girls got out of the room and into Molly's, it wasn't long before an apologetic Addison popped in, sorry for the whole beer thing. Molly just smiled, shaking her head and telling the dude it was quite okay. It was really sweet of him to come check them out, however.
@Aamaya thank you!! ❤
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