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Me as True, obviously.
Collab with @smarty0114 as Wyatt (FT. Q)
FT. ADubs and Ty @Hey Im Jordan
FRIDAY NIGHT, DATE NIGHT. CAPTAIN CUDDLES.
Collab with @smarty0114 as Wyatt (FT. Q)
FT. ADubs and Ty @Hey Im Jordan
FRIDAY NIGHT, DATE NIGHT. CAPTAIN CUDDLES.
The familiar lights of Captain Cuddles greeted Wyatt as his board slowed to a halt in front of the pizzeria. His joint had been left on the side of the road a few minutes earlier, and as he strutted into Captain Cuddle his soft smile indicated a drug induced calm that any of his close friends would spot from a mile away.
Looking around the thriving establishment, Wyatt realized he had no clue who he was meeting. That was fine. It gave him time to get a root beer float. He left his board near the arcade, behind a trash can so no one tried to steal it, and took a seat at the bar, waving down Ty and ordering a root beer float. His messy suit drawing lingering, yet unnoticed, stares from his peers who were also there from movie night, Wyatt’s gaze floated around the pizzeria, waiting for his secret admirer to reveal herself.
Hiding under the ice hockey table, Truly Bliss O’Connor, with her nice, galaxy dress on, widely gazed upon her date. She tried to think of her mother’s words to muster the courage to go near him. He was kind of blurry, because she didn’t have her glasses, but she knew his figure all the same. That was her Wyatt’s lanky body! "I’m the best girl.” She told herself reassuringly, while giving a mental reminder of her three objectives: Date Husband, get a skateboard from Husband, invite Husband over. Okay. Maybe, she was ready. Maybe, she can finally and properly give him a confession and then they can have a grand time! She was the embodiment of confidence. An O’Connor! A GODDESS. She can have whatever she wanted! Spitters aren’t quitters!
Sliding the root beer float down to Wyatt, Ty looked around and surveyed his kingdom… and laid eyes on the girl hidden under the hockey table. Shaking his head, Ty called out. “True… what the hell are you doin’? Get out from under there.” With that, Captain Cuddles himself walked back to the kitchen.
"I, uh—” Before she could give a proper fib, Ty was gone! So, she played it off like she lost a quarter before crawling out from under the table, standing up and brushing off her dress. Her cheeks for flaming in embarrassment, and although she didn’t think blushing was cute, when she did, her soul was visible and out in the open. It complimented her blue eyes and displayed how delicate her sweetness was. A shy smile, full of deep emotion. A real, genuine girl. Awkwardly clearing her throat, she tiptoed her way to Wyatt and with the courage of ‘you just got caught’ she owned up, and sat next to him: "—Hellooooo…”
Wyatt turned to face the owner of the voice, his mug of rootbeer and icecream raised to his lips. He recognized the girl next to him, from the party at the Helmsley’s. What was she doing here? “Hey, uh, I’d love to chat but I’ve got a date who’s meeting me here,” he said. He studied her for a moment longer, noting her sick dress and the look on her face, and finally, put two and two together. “HOLY SHIT! You are her!”
Wyatt waved for Ty and ordered another rootbeer float, for his not so secret admirer, before returning his attention to her. “So, uh, I’m Wyatt,” he said, sticking his hand out to shake. He was beginning to realize he had absolutely no idea what he was doing…
"Yeah, I know…” Very well, actually. She reached for his hand, with both hands and grasped it gently, giving it a timid shake. She was doing it, mommy! Look at her now! "I’m sorry about the, um, boat. This is… new.” She looked at him, as she referred to her feelings and coming out with them. His hands were so soft! BUT she shouldn’t make this awkward. She wanted to hold his hands FOREVER.
Wyatt grinned, sheepishly. “It’s chill, it’s chill. To be honest, this is kinda new for me too.”
Quickly, she released them and immediately went to push strands of red hair behind her left ear. The side closest to him. She stared forward at the massive chalkboard with video game characters drawn on it and today’s specials. While she did so, she faintly swayed her feet, waiting eagerly for his response. The party cruise was super exposing for her. It was the first time he started connecting the dots that he had her! And then the whole red room… was… weird. She discovered a side that she didn’t even know she had. "Truly. My name is Truly.” She couldn’t remember if they exchanged names before, like when he gave her first lesson in skateboarding. Yet, she didn’t mind. She liked when he talked.
“Truly. Truly.” Wyatt let the name roll off his tongue, appreciating the uniqueness of it. “It’s a nice name,” he said, running his hand through his curly mop of dark hair. “So, uh, do you like pizza? The buffet is really good, but you probably already know that.” Wyatt punctuated his response with a nervous laugh, his eyes studying his Converse before returning to her face. It was a nice face.
"Pizza and doritos!” She not so subtly dropped that last part, knowing well enough that Wyatt loved, loved, loved Doritos! She’s taken a huge liking to that chip brand since she got to Beverly Hills High. "Yes! Let’s eat then we can play games! I want to do the go karts and laser tag and DDR!” The nerves seemed to have left True as quick as the came and maybe it’s because she found his shyness adorable and wanted to show him why he was worth loving. After taking a quick slurp of her float, delicious, she spun her bar stool around and hopped off. "You stay RIGHT there. I’ll get us all the pizza!” Her mother’s domestic side was coming in use. True always saw her mommy make daddy’s plate. Actually, her mother made everyone’s plates. Her mommy was GOALS, honestly. She made everyone feel special and True wanted to make Wyatt feel special, loved, and appreciated. Tonight was the night! Go all in or nothing. No more stalker! CLAIM WHAT WAS HER’S.
As she walked away, she chirped back, "Pep and sausage, right? Of course, I’m right.” That wasn’t really asking him or confirming if her research was wrong. She knew she wasn’t wrong, she just wanted to show him how attentive she was, even if he probably had no idea how she knew that.
How had she known? Pepperoni and sausage was his FAVORITE pizza! Was she a mind reader? That would be cool. Wyatt had always thought mind reading was hot. Emma Frost could read minds, and she was most definitely hot. Maybe he’d landed his very own Emma Frost. That would be, beyond cool!
Sipping his float, Wyatt watched as True returned with two plates, stacked with slices of deliciously greasy pizza. Wyatt’s face broke into a grin as True sat down and slid his plate to him. “Thanks! Y’know, if you can read minds, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone, except for like, A Double because he’d think that’s super cool,” Wyatt said, taking a bite out of one his slices.
Deciding to go with it, she laughed out loud, "Reading minds, good intuition, they’re basically the same thing.” And spending most of her freshman year watching, studying, and grabbing any information she could too. That absolutely helped. "I mean, you’re not so bad at noticing things yourself. You caught me red handed, with the letter.” She took a massive chomp out of her pizza, which was an all meat pizza, disregarding the teachings of being a ‘lady’. She believed if she wanted Wyatt to think about her, a lot, she had to present him with her most casual self. Not a fake True trying too hard to be pretty. Though, she did hope he’d watch one of the cheer practices to see her shaking… her pom poms. Yes, her pom poms.
Wyatt shrugged. “If we’re being honest, my friend Q is the one who clued me in to you. I probably wouldn’t have figured it out on my own,” he said, taking another bite of pizza, and washing it down with his float. “So, what’s your deal? At school I mean? Like, I smoke weed in the janitor’s closet and generally just wreak havoc in class, but what about you?” he asked, smiling as she took another chunk out of her slice. This girl knew the proper way to eat pizza. Quickly.
That was a very interesting question, which had a one word answer. Him. He was her deal. Unfortunately, she felt like that was too forward for their first date. "Haven’t you heard? I’m Damian’s kid sister.” That’s as far as anyone knew her, who weren’t her brother and Kit. "Aside from that, I guess I’m a cheerleader? I rock at DDR. I’m a bit accident prone when I do ordinary tasks. And... I’m good at doing stuff with wood!” What she meant was she had a knack for woodshop. True had no idea wood could also mean dick. Hard dick. That was one thing she knew NOTHING about.
Wyatt cocked his head. This girl was as far from Damian O’Connor as you could get, but now that he’d heard her say it, the resemblance in their faces jumped out at him. Nodding along as she spoke, he smirked as she mentioned her skills with wood. “That’s good to know,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Is it kinda weird, being Damian’s sister? He’s kinda the talk of the town most days,” Wyatt said, in an attempt to find some more common ground. If there was something Wyatt could relate to, it was life in your older siblings’ shadow.
"I mean…” True took a deep swallow of pizza before clearing her throat, "It goes without saying. He’s a god, who handles pressure better than anyone I know. I’m just… me? I’m like so insignificant standing next to my family. They glow and I’m just there. I’ve gotten used to it. So I focus on one thing to keep me happy!” Really, the only goal she needed to reach for was being with him. She could care less about being a star in the night sky. She’d rather be on the ground reaching for her moon. Her Wyatt! Nodding to herself, proud of how eloquent she sounded, she went for some more root beer float.
“I get that. My sister is like this big hot shot surgical resident who’s probably gonna cure cancer, and my brother is a starter for UCLA, and I’m just kind of always in their shadow. I kinda feel like there’s always some bar that I’m not reaching. Well, not kinda. I know I’m not reaching it,” he said. He realized after a moment, how depressing he sounded, and tried his best to redirect the situation. “Why don’t we go play DDR? I want to see your moves,” he said, plastering a smile onto his face.
Taking note of how quickly he diverted from the topic, the little redhead didn’t press on. Instead, she grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease off her hand and obediently nodded, "Sure, let’s dance.” After hopping off the barstool once more, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel, she offered her hand for him to grab. "Ready to get your butt kicked?!”
Wyatt smiled and took her hand. “I can think of worse people to lose to,” he said. He followed her through the maze of arcade games, before they came to a stop in front of the two player Dance Dance Revolution! 4 machine. Stepping on, Wyatt fed quarters into the machine, and used his foot to select the competition mode. He chose Centerfold as the song, because it was truly the best song DDR had to offer. Everyone knew that. “I’ll try to go easy on you, but no promises. These feet have a mind of their own,” he joked.
"Whatever you say, hu--” Oops. She stopped herself from saying hubby. That would’ve surely scared him off. Without True’s glasses, this could’ve been a daunting task but she’s played this game so much at this point that she’s memorized all the songs and every level’s moves. She was getting kind of kiddy, to be honest. This was something she’s only dreamt about and now it was actually happening. There was no doubt she was on cloud nine.
The track began. Her body was ready! While they danced, her breathing was steady even for their fast steps and like no big deal while she got Marvelous, Perfect, and Great, she chatted away, "Hey. So I’ve been meaning to ask you. I really like skateboarding and I think we should continue lessons. Problem is I need a skateboard. Ma supports my endeavors and I think that’ll give us another reason to spend time together, since like… I like this.”
This girl was a god. Her feet moved so fast, it was like she wasn’t even thinking about it. As Wyatt did his best to keep up, he inevitably began to fall behind as conversation picked up. He didn’t care though. Like he’d said, there were worse people to lose to. “That can totally be arranged! I work at Wheelz N’ Dealz, so I can hook you up,” he said, making a desperate lunge to place his foot on the forward arrow. “And, uh, for what it’s worth, I like this too. You’re like, super chill.”
"Awesome!” True widely grinned, while quickly bringing her eyes down to check the butt, before looking back at Wyatt’s face. He had such a nice butt. Man, she loved his butt. Bringing her attention back to winning him over, she went on to flex some of her best friend’s knowledge. Thank god she had a video gamer for a friend. “Did you know that Halo was originally developed for macintosh, but after Microsoft saw the trailer and gameplay reveal, they bought bungie, which as you should know is the company that developed Halo.” She paused for a second, her feet still moving at an incredibly fast speed. Her gaze never looked away from him, “You look like you play Halo! Anyways, they did that to make the game as a release title for their upcoming console, the WEP - windows entertainment project - which was later named the Xbox. Isn’t that neat?” She’d have to thank Kit later.
Wyatt was ecstatic. He was pretty sure this girl had sprung from his head, because she was literally the girl of his dreams. She knew his favorite pizza, she played video games, and she was also probably a mind reader. “I love Halo! That’s like, the most classic game in the world! I play like, a fuckton of Overwatch now, but I was raised on Halo,” he said.
“Oh you play Overwatch? I love that game too!” She lied. What the fuck was an Overwatch?! Mayday. Mayday. She’d need Kit to teach her asap! Let’s hope her video game slang doesn’t fail her now, “Like, maybe sometime this weekend we should party up?
“Dude! Let’s do it! I’m a Genji main, but like, I’m pretty good with Moira too, and Orisa. Fuck Soldier though!” Wyatt said, losing himself in the video game lingo.
The DDR game came to an end, as Wyatt missed the last step, and True was declared the winner, her score far surpassing Wyatt’s. “You’re hella good. I’m kinda jealous. Maybe you can teach me how to move like that,” the dark haired boy said, stepping off of the platform and offering his hand to the redhead.
OooooOOoooOooooh! This time he offered! And if she was smart enough, she’d leave the Overwatch topic far, far behind and distract him with something else. He was speaking sorcery! She couldn’t bullshit that hard. If only she had Kit in an earpiece, just telling her what to say. Then she could keep impressing him like it was nothing.
Excitedly, she reached for his hand and held it tightly. This time she wasn’t nervous, like she was when he was teaching her how to skate. True felt like she could grab his hand whenever she wanted and that was a fantastic feeling. “We have all the time in the world for me to teach you moves like Jagger! Here or at my place if you want to come over, y’know… we have options.” BOOM. MOMMY. SHE DID IT!
As Wyatt began to lead True through the arcade, he spotted two familiar faces. The beanie clad Q, and the relaxed face of one A Double Bishop were floating between games, and Wyatt wasted no time getting their attention. “Qster! A Double! Come meet my date!” he shouted, drawing easily ignored stares from the other attendees.
A Double was a little preoccupied. After all, he and Q had to plan a video game tournament now, all so she could pull the person that beat her high scores out of the wood works and try and get her to play arcade games with her. To A Double, it seemed like he was going to do a lot of work for something that was really miniscule, but he didn’t care that much… the important part was that it was making Q happy!
When Wyatt spoke up, A Double looked a little confused when he responded, but when didn’t he look like that? When his mind and eyes refocused, he smiled. Friend! “Yeah, sure thing, man. Where is she? C’mon.” He tugged at Q. Regardless of what they were doing then and there, A Double had to support his friend in every endeavor, this one included.
“Y’all, this is True! She’s hella chill, so like, you’ll like her,” he said grinning.
Q smiled, the easy smile that came when she was stoned. “Sup, True,” Quincy said, offering with her left hand, her other one wrapped tightly around A Double’s waist.
With her free hand, which was also her left, True twisted her hand a little to give the pretty girl an awkward handshake. “It’s nice to meet you… Qster? And A Double! Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what are your actual names? My name is Truly Bliss O’Connor and I was named after my mom’s best ‘orgasm’!”
A Double stared at her.
A Double looked at Q, he looked at Wyatt… he looked back at True and cleared his throat. “My name is A Double. This is Q.” He reiterated, glancing at Wyatt and Q after speaking. Did Wyatt get with one of the ‘special’ kids? Like, special-er than A Double himself?
“Really? I was named after the doctor at the fertility clinic who was in charge of artificially inseminating the egg I came from. Pretty dope, not gonna lie,” Wyatt said, grinning at True. Q shot A Double a look, but kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t sure if this was a match made in heaven, or a pair of complete crazies. Probably both.
“Y’know, since you guys are here, we should play a game of laser tag. I love laser tag!” Wyatt said, leaping off the ground with excitement, and looking towards the alcove where kids were already lining up to get inside the blacklight arena. His best friends, and the girl of his dreams playing laser tag together was easily the best idea ever. It was truly the best of both worlds.
True’s cheeks flushed when the boy named A Double said that their names were literally what it sounded like. Maybe she shouldn’t have answered that question. There was a moment where her anxiety and sadness crept in, but she shook it off when Wyatt mentioned laser tag. “Yes, lets! I love a good ol’ game of laser tag. Though I’ll never beat my bestie. She’s like the best at every game she touches. She rocks at all these machines.” True’s expression was completely serious and determined to one day be in the league of Kit. It would be hard, but since her lover liked games, she had to! He can only have the best and Kit was the best at one thing he loved. “Also, I really like your name Wyatt.” She simpered.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know if we got time for laser tag. See, we got here, and this new person had wiped out all of the high scores, and Q wants to find them? You can see it if you go check all the machines… the high scores as all ‘A, S, S,’ and ‘H, O, L.’ Which is pretty funny, but uh, Q’s plan is to bring her to play Tekken in a Tekken tournament at Burntown and then meet her? I dunno. Ty said we’d like her because she smelled like weed.” Well, they did have a type.
At the mention of beating ‘A, S, S’ and ‘H, O, L’ at Tekken, True couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. To the point of tears. Did they seriously think they were going to beat Kit at her best game? Oh god. This was priceless. She had to see this. This was going to be a must watch. Kit was going to make them kiss the very dirt they walked on. Wiping the tears out of her eyes with her freehand, she apologized, “Oh I’m sorry. I just thought of something really funny… and like… I know the person you want to battle. Like I said not moments ago, my best friend is a beast at games, meaning she’s the person that wiped out all the high scores.”
Q stared in amazement at True, as if she’d just admitted to being on a first name basis with Jesus Christ himself. She knew Kit. The heathen who’d taken her top score, the unbeatable video game god. “Well, your friend is a fucking god. Assuming it’s really her. If she shows up for the tournament, we’ll see her skills I guess.” She crossed her arms and turned to look at A Double. “Comeon babe, a round won’t hurt.”
“A Dubs, you know you can’t resist! A lil laser tag, and hey, first hits go to the couple who wins!” Wyatt said, pulling a tightly rolled, heavily packed joint from his pocket.
“Uh, okay. I can play a round I guess.” A Double said, relenting. Not that it was very hard to get him to agree to, well, anything. He was very much a reactive person, rather than a proactive one. “Let’s get that bread.”
Looking around the thriving establishment, Wyatt realized he had no clue who he was meeting. That was fine. It gave him time to get a root beer float. He left his board near the arcade, behind a trash can so no one tried to steal it, and took a seat at the bar, waving down Ty and ordering a root beer float. His messy suit drawing lingering, yet unnoticed, stares from his peers who were also there from movie night, Wyatt’s gaze floated around the pizzeria, waiting for his secret admirer to reveal herself.
Hiding under the ice hockey table, Truly Bliss O’Connor, with her nice, galaxy dress on, widely gazed upon her date. She tried to think of her mother’s words to muster the courage to go near him. He was kind of blurry, because she didn’t have her glasses, but she knew his figure all the same. That was her Wyatt’s lanky body! "I’m the best girl.” She told herself reassuringly, while giving a mental reminder of her three objectives: Date Husband, get a skateboard from Husband, invite Husband over. Okay. Maybe, she was ready. Maybe, she can finally and properly give him a confession and then they can have a grand time! She was the embodiment of confidence. An O’Connor! A GODDESS. She can have whatever she wanted! Spitters aren’t quitters!
Sliding the root beer float down to Wyatt, Ty looked around and surveyed his kingdom… and laid eyes on the girl hidden under the hockey table. Shaking his head, Ty called out. “True… what the hell are you doin’? Get out from under there.” With that, Captain Cuddles himself walked back to the kitchen.
"I, uh—” Before she could give a proper fib, Ty was gone! So, she played it off like she lost a quarter before crawling out from under the table, standing up and brushing off her dress. Her cheeks for flaming in embarrassment, and although she didn’t think blushing was cute, when she did, her soul was visible and out in the open. It complimented her blue eyes and displayed how delicate her sweetness was. A shy smile, full of deep emotion. A real, genuine girl. Awkwardly clearing her throat, she tiptoed her way to Wyatt and with the courage of ‘you just got caught’ she owned up, and sat next to him: "—Hellooooo…”
Wyatt turned to face the owner of the voice, his mug of rootbeer and icecream raised to his lips. He recognized the girl next to him, from the party at the Helmsley’s. What was she doing here? “Hey, uh, I’d love to chat but I’ve got a date who’s meeting me here,” he said. He studied her for a moment longer, noting her sick dress and the look on her face, and finally, put two and two together. “HOLY SHIT! You are her!”
Wyatt waved for Ty and ordered another rootbeer float, for his not so secret admirer, before returning his attention to her. “So, uh, I’m Wyatt,” he said, sticking his hand out to shake. He was beginning to realize he had absolutely no idea what he was doing…
"Yeah, I know…” Very well, actually. She reached for his hand, with both hands and grasped it gently, giving it a timid shake. She was doing it, mommy! Look at her now! "I’m sorry about the, um, boat. This is… new.” She looked at him, as she referred to her feelings and coming out with them. His hands were so soft! BUT she shouldn’t make this awkward. She wanted to hold his hands FOREVER.
Wyatt grinned, sheepishly. “It’s chill, it’s chill. To be honest, this is kinda new for me too.”
Quickly, she released them and immediately went to push strands of red hair behind her left ear. The side closest to him. She stared forward at the massive chalkboard with video game characters drawn on it and today’s specials. While she did so, she faintly swayed her feet, waiting eagerly for his response. The party cruise was super exposing for her. It was the first time he started connecting the dots that he had her! And then the whole red room… was… weird. She discovered a side that she didn’t even know she had. "Truly. My name is Truly.” She couldn’t remember if they exchanged names before, like when he gave her first lesson in skateboarding. Yet, she didn’t mind. She liked when he talked.
“Truly. Truly.” Wyatt let the name roll off his tongue, appreciating the uniqueness of it. “It’s a nice name,” he said, running his hand through his curly mop of dark hair. “So, uh, do you like pizza? The buffet is really good, but you probably already know that.” Wyatt punctuated his response with a nervous laugh, his eyes studying his Converse before returning to her face. It was a nice face.
"Pizza and doritos!” She not so subtly dropped that last part, knowing well enough that Wyatt loved, loved, loved Doritos! She’s taken a huge liking to that chip brand since she got to Beverly Hills High. "Yes! Let’s eat then we can play games! I want to do the go karts and laser tag and DDR!” The nerves seemed to have left True as quick as the came and maybe it’s because she found his shyness adorable and wanted to show him why he was worth loving. After taking a quick slurp of her float, delicious, she spun her bar stool around and hopped off. "You stay RIGHT there. I’ll get us all the pizza!” Her mother’s domestic side was coming in use. True always saw her mommy make daddy’s plate. Actually, her mother made everyone’s plates. Her mommy was GOALS, honestly. She made everyone feel special and True wanted to make Wyatt feel special, loved, and appreciated. Tonight was the night! Go all in or nothing. No more stalker! CLAIM WHAT WAS HER’S.
As she walked away, she chirped back, "Pep and sausage, right? Of course, I’m right.” That wasn’t really asking him or confirming if her research was wrong. She knew she wasn’t wrong, she just wanted to show him how attentive she was, even if he probably had no idea how she knew that.
How had she known? Pepperoni and sausage was his FAVORITE pizza! Was she a mind reader? That would be cool. Wyatt had always thought mind reading was hot. Emma Frost could read minds, and she was most definitely hot. Maybe he’d landed his very own Emma Frost. That would be, beyond cool!
Sipping his float, Wyatt watched as True returned with two plates, stacked with slices of deliciously greasy pizza. Wyatt’s face broke into a grin as True sat down and slid his plate to him. “Thanks! Y’know, if you can read minds, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone, except for like, A Double because he’d think that’s super cool,” Wyatt said, taking a bite out of one his slices.
Deciding to go with it, she laughed out loud, "Reading minds, good intuition, they’re basically the same thing.” And spending most of her freshman year watching, studying, and grabbing any information she could too. That absolutely helped. "I mean, you’re not so bad at noticing things yourself. You caught me red handed, with the letter.” She took a massive chomp out of her pizza, which was an all meat pizza, disregarding the teachings of being a ‘lady’. She believed if she wanted Wyatt to think about her, a lot, she had to present him with her most casual self. Not a fake True trying too hard to be pretty. Though, she did hope he’d watch one of the cheer practices to see her shaking… her pom poms. Yes, her pom poms.
Wyatt shrugged. “If we’re being honest, my friend Q is the one who clued me in to you. I probably wouldn’t have figured it out on my own,” he said, taking another bite of pizza, and washing it down with his float. “So, what’s your deal? At school I mean? Like, I smoke weed in the janitor’s closet and generally just wreak havoc in class, but what about you?” he asked, smiling as she took another chunk out of her slice. This girl knew the proper way to eat pizza. Quickly.
That was a very interesting question, which had a one word answer. Him. He was her deal. Unfortunately, she felt like that was too forward for their first date. "Haven’t you heard? I’m Damian’s kid sister.” That’s as far as anyone knew her, who weren’t her brother and Kit. "Aside from that, I guess I’m a cheerleader? I rock at DDR. I’m a bit accident prone when I do ordinary tasks. And... I’m good at doing stuff with wood!” What she meant was she had a knack for woodshop. True had no idea wood could also mean dick. Hard dick. That was one thing she knew NOTHING about.
Wyatt cocked his head. This girl was as far from Damian O’Connor as you could get, but now that he’d heard her say it, the resemblance in their faces jumped out at him. Nodding along as she spoke, he smirked as she mentioned her skills with wood. “That’s good to know,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “Is it kinda weird, being Damian’s sister? He’s kinda the talk of the town most days,” Wyatt said, in an attempt to find some more common ground. If there was something Wyatt could relate to, it was life in your older siblings’ shadow.
"I mean…” True took a deep swallow of pizza before clearing her throat, "It goes without saying. He’s a god, who handles pressure better than anyone I know. I’m just… me? I’m like so insignificant standing next to my family. They glow and I’m just there. I’ve gotten used to it. So I focus on one thing to keep me happy!” Really, the only goal she needed to reach for was being with him. She could care less about being a star in the night sky. She’d rather be on the ground reaching for her moon. Her Wyatt! Nodding to herself, proud of how eloquent she sounded, she went for some more root beer float.
“I get that. My sister is like this big hot shot surgical resident who’s probably gonna cure cancer, and my brother is a starter for UCLA, and I’m just kind of always in their shadow. I kinda feel like there’s always some bar that I’m not reaching. Well, not kinda. I know I’m not reaching it,” he said. He realized after a moment, how depressing he sounded, and tried his best to redirect the situation. “Why don’t we go play DDR? I want to see your moves,” he said, plastering a smile onto his face.
Taking note of how quickly he diverted from the topic, the little redhead didn’t press on. Instead, she grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease off her hand and obediently nodded, "Sure, let’s dance.” After hopping off the barstool once more, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel, she offered her hand for him to grab. "Ready to get your butt kicked?!”
Wyatt smiled and took her hand. “I can think of worse people to lose to,” he said. He followed her through the maze of arcade games, before they came to a stop in front of the two player Dance Dance Revolution! 4 machine. Stepping on, Wyatt fed quarters into the machine, and used his foot to select the competition mode. He chose Centerfold as the song, because it was truly the best song DDR had to offer. Everyone knew that. “I’ll try to go easy on you, but no promises. These feet have a mind of their own,” he joked.
"Whatever you say, hu--” Oops. She stopped herself from saying hubby. That would’ve surely scared him off. Without True’s glasses, this could’ve been a daunting task but she’s played this game so much at this point that she’s memorized all the songs and every level’s moves. She was getting kind of kiddy, to be honest. This was something she’s only dreamt about and now it was actually happening. There was no doubt she was on cloud nine.
First Stage.
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
The track began. Her body was ready! While they danced, her breathing was steady even for their fast steps and like no big deal while she got Marvelous, Perfect, and Great, she chatted away, "Hey. So I’ve been meaning to ask you. I really like skateboarding and I think we should continue lessons. Problem is I need a skateboard. Ma supports my endeavors and I think that’ll give us another reason to spend time together, since like… I like this.”
This girl was a god. Her feet moved so fast, it was like she wasn’t even thinking about it. As Wyatt did his best to keep up, he inevitably began to fall behind as conversation picked up. He didn’t care though. Like he’d said, there were worse people to lose to. “That can totally be arranged! I work at Wheelz N’ Dealz, so I can hook you up,” he said, making a desperate lunge to place his foot on the forward arrow. “And, uh, for what it’s worth, I like this too. You’re like, super chill.”
"Awesome!” True widely grinned, while quickly bringing her eyes down to check the butt, before looking back at Wyatt’s face. He had such a nice butt. Man, she loved his butt. Bringing her attention back to winning him over, she went on to flex some of her best friend’s knowledge. Thank god she had a video gamer for a friend. “Did you know that Halo was originally developed for macintosh, but after Microsoft saw the trailer and gameplay reveal, they bought bungie, which as you should know is the company that developed Halo.” She paused for a second, her feet still moving at an incredibly fast speed. Her gaze never looked away from him, “You look like you play Halo! Anyways, they did that to make the game as a release title for their upcoming console, the WEP - windows entertainment project - which was later named the Xbox. Isn’t that neat?” She’d have to thank Kit later.
Wyatt was ecstatic. He was pretty sure this girl had sprung from his head, because she was literally the girl of his dreams. She knew his favorite pizza, she played video games, and she was also probably a mind reader. “I love Halo! That’s like, the most classic game in the world! I play like, a fuckton of Overwatch now, but I was raised on Halo,” he said.
“Oh you play Overwatch? I love that game too!” She lied. What the fuck was an Overwatch?! Mayday. Mayday. She’d need Kit to teach her asap! Let’s hope her video game slang doesn’t fail her now, “Like, maybe sometime this weekend we should party up?
“Dude! Let’s do it! I’m a Genji main, but like, I’m pretty good with Moira too, and Orisa. Fuck Soldier though!” Wyatt said, losing himself in the video game lingo.
The DDR game came to an end, as Wyatt missed the last step, and True was declared the winner, her score far surpassing Wyatt’s. “You’re hella good. I’m kinda jealous. Maybe you can teach me how to move like that,” the dark haired boy said, stepping off of the platform and offering his hand to the redhead.
OooooOOoooOooooh! This time he offered! And if she was smart enough, she’d leave the Overwatch topic far, far behind and distract him with something else. He was speaking sorcery! She couldn’t bullshit that hard. If only she had Kit in an earpiece, just telling her what to say. Then she could keep impressing him like it was nothing.
Excitedly, she reached for his hand and held it tightly. This time she wasn’t nervous, like she was when he was teaching her how to skate. True felt like she could grab his hand whenever she wanted and that was a fantastic feeling. “We have all the time in the world for me to teach you moves like Jagger! Here or at my place if you want to come over, y’know… we have options.” BOOM. MOMMY. SHE DID IT!
As Wyatt began to lead True through the arcade, he spotted two familiar faces. The beanie clad Q, and the relaxed face of one A Double Bishop were floating between games, and Wyatt wasted no time getting their attention. “Qster! A Double! Come meet my date!” he shouted, drawing easily ignored stares from the other attendees.
A Double was a little preoccupied. After all, he and Q had to plan a video game tournament now, all so she could pull the person that beat her high scores out of the wood works and try and get her to play arcade games with her. To A Double, it seemed like he was going to do a lot of work for something that was really miniscule, but he didn’t care that much… the important part was that it was making Q happy!
When Wyatt spoke up, A Double looked a little confused when he responded, but when didn’t he look like that? When his mind and eyes refocused, he smiled. Friend! “Yeah, sure thing, man. Where is she? C’mon.” He tugged at Q. Regardless of what they were doing then and there, A Double had to support his friend in every endeavor, this one included.
“Y’all, this is True! She’s hella chill, so like, you’ll like her,” he said grinning.
Q smiled, the easy smile that came when she was stoned. “Sup, True,” Quincy said, offering with her left hand, her other one wrapped tightly around A Double’s waist.
With her free hand, which was also her left, True twisted her hand a little to give the pretty girl an awkward handshake. “It’s nice to meet you… Qster? And A Double! Um, if you don’t mind me asking, what are your actual names? My name is Truly Bliss O’Connor and I was named after my mom’s best ‘orgasm’!”
A Double stared at her.
A Double looked at Q, he looked at Wyatt… he looked back at True and cleared his throat. “My name is A Double. This is Q.” He reiterated, glancing at Wyatt and Q after speaking. Did Wyatt get with one of the ‘special’ kids? Like, special-er than A Double himself?
“Really? I was named after the doctor at the fertility clinic who was in charge of artificially inseminating the egg I came from. Pretty dope, not gonna lie,” Wyatt said, grinning at True. Q shot A Double a look, but kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t sure if this was a match made in heaven, or a pair of complete crazies. Probably both.
“Y’know, since you guys are here, we should play a game of laser tag. I love laser tag!” Wyatt said, leaping off the ground with excitement, and looking towards the alcove where kids were already lining up to get inside the blacklight arena. His best friends, and the girl of his dreams playing laser tag together was easily the best idea ever. It was truly the best of both worlds.
True’s cheeks flushed when the boy named A Double said that their names were literally what it sounded like. Maybe she shouldn’t have answered that question. There was a moment where her anxiety and sadness crept in, but she shook it off when Wyatt mentioned laser tag. “Yes, lets! I love a good ol’ game of laser tag. Though I’ll never beat my bestie. She’s like the best at every game she touches. She rocks at all these machines.” True’s expression was completely serious and determined to one day be in the league of Kit. It would be hard, but since her lover liked games, she had to! He can only have the best and Kit was the best at one thing he loved. “Also, I really like your name Wyatt.” She simpered.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know if we got time for laser tag. See, we got here, and this new person had wiped out all of the high scores, and Q wants to find them? You can see it if you go check all the machines… the high scores as all ‘A, S, S,’ and ‘H, O, L.’ Which is pretty funny, but uh, Q’s plan is to bring her to play Tekken in a Tekken tournament at Burntown and then meet her? I dunno. Ty said we’d like her because she smelled like weed.” Well, they did have a type.
At the mention of beating ‘A, S, S’ and ‘H, O, L’ at Tekken, True couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. To the point of tears. Did they seriously think they were going to beat Kit at her best game? Oh god. This was priceless. She had to see this. This was going to be a must watch. Kit was going to make them kiss the very dirt they walked on. Wiping the tears out of her eyes with her freehand, she apologized, “Oh I’m sorry. I just thought of something really funny… and like… I know the person you want to battle. Like I said not moments ago, my best friend is a beast at games, meaning she’s the person that wiped out all the high scores.”
Q stared in amazement at True, as if she’d just admitted to being on a first name basis with Jesus Christ himself. She knew Kit. The heathen who’d taken her top score, the unbeatable video game god. “Well, your friend is a fucking god. Assuming it’s really her. If she shows up for the tournament, we’ll see her skills I guess.” She crossed her arms and turned to look at A Double. “Comeon babe, a round won’t hurt.”
“A Dubs, you know you can’t resist! A lil laser tag, and hey, first hits go to the couple who wins!” Wyatt said, pulling a tightly rolled, heavily packed joint from his pocket.
“Uh, okay. I can play a round I guess.” A Double said, relenting. Not that it was very hard to get him to agree to, well, anything. He was very much a reactive person, rather than a proactive one. “Let’s get that bread.”
Friday, nearing dusk.
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Their food had just arrived, but Damian never wanted to leave a place more than he wanted to leave this one, right now. He had never found himself made more uncomfortable, more embarrassed, than he was right then and there. For fuck’s sake, his dad had just revealed that he carried Plan B around in his backpack, like he was some kind of trogoldyte. He wanted to eat though, and there was still delicious milkshake! He eyed the table, watching as Ender picked up the cream soda and finally took his first, drawn out, delicious sip.
Damian needed an out, and luckily he had one. He just needed Joy’s help. He glanced at his girlfriend, and then at his watch. Would it work? He hoped it would. He wanted out, he wanted to go anywhere else on the planet. Anywhere else in this, or any other galaxy! He realized they only had one good weapon against their parents: stealth. Pulling his phone out and glancing at it under the table, Damian quickly typed out a message to his girlfriend:
With that text sent, Damian looked up at the gathering of parents, and cleared his throat. “Hey, Joy and I should actually take off… she just got a text from Jericho. They need a babysitter, ASAP. Amie just got a call for some really important meeting, and they both need to be there. Tragic, I know, but we can do this some other time.” Lying came so easy to him. Oh man, was that a bad thing?
And as if on cue, Jude’s phone rang with Amity’s ringtone, which was her and JJ’s love song. Uptown Funk. They even performed it at their wedding. Joy wasn’t a simple thinker, she knew to get past her parents, especially the analyzer, her mother, she had to make the lie believable. She had signal words she could text her uncle and then it was only a matter of time. The word she sent was: Platypus, which meant call with a babysitting lie. Jude couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at the children. Digging in her purse, she grabbed her phone and answered it, placing it by her ear, “Amie… hello.”
“Hey is this a bad time?! Oh my god, I need to run out and there’s no one to watch my baby! Is Joy free? If not, I guess I can reach out to my sister and see if my nieces or nephew may want to. But no one knows Tyty like Joy does. All his allergies and his particular mood swings. Joy is absolutely the best. I’ll DO ANYTHING IF YOU LET HER BE MY SAVIOR!”
Amity was talking loud enough for the people around Jude to hear. There was a strained look on the Darling’s face. Oddly perfect timing. Suspicious. Her dark gaze went from Damian’s face then to Joy’s, before she simply responded, “It’s her choice.” which was a short version of ‘yes’.
“Thanks so much! We need to have a barbeque or something soon. I miss youuuu! Love you, Juju. I’m out. Byeeeeee.” Click.
“So yeah… we’re just gonna’ get going.” Joy hated to leave her food and milkshake behind, but they could pick something up on the way to wherever. It wasn’t a big deal. “Could you get this to go? I’d love to have it when I get back home!”
“You’re leaving already!?” Melody pouted. They didn’t even get to the juicy stories yet. How upsetting! Just when she felt like her and her son were making up for the past week. He already wants to LEAVE her!
Damian nodded his agreement and looked at his parents, gesturing for them to get out of the way. This was the perfect plot, there was no way this was going to backfire. He was going to have to give Joy his compliments later, and as Connor slid out of the way and pulled Melody out after him so that Damian and Joy could escape, Damian looked at his girlfriend and shook his head, “it’s fine, we can just box it up ourselves. I’m sure the little guy would love some snacks.” He explained grabbing her plate and his and balancing them in his hands as he gestured for her to follow.
Connor looked at his son and shook his head. Damian really was a chip off the old block, wasn’t he? Damian had never thought much of the ‘apple never falls far from the tree’ saying before, but Connor had run all these tricks himself when he was younger. He knew what Damian was doing, but he was honorbound by an agreement he had with his son to not say a word. Better that Damian keep calling when he’s drunk, rather than suddenly not trust his father anymore and get a DUI like that Henry kid. “Have fun babysitting, my bro.” He said in a sarcastic voice, prompting Damian to nod.
“Oh yeah, totally. Hey, baby, can you grab our drinks?” Damian was already headed toward the counter where they had the little boxes. Mentally, Damian O’Connor was checked out of this ‘lunch date’ with their parents.
“Yeah, sure.” With ease, Joy grabbed their mostly drank milkshake and the second one that Mandy brought out because Joy didn’t get any of the first one. Her eyes rested on her father, as she gave him a loving, cheesy grin, “Let’s go paintball soon. Parents versus kids. Doesn’t the sound awesome?” She was standing now and looking at the group that she considered her everything. Her parents and her godparents. She didn’t like telling white lies, but they were necessary for her to have a good time. Plus, her father and mother could use a night with Connor and Melody. They could use a drink and time to relax. “I love you guys.” As if a newfound confidence washed over her, she beamed at all of them before walking away, going to her boyfriend’s side.
They were almost home free, Damian was stuffing their food into the to go boxes, when he heard his godfather’s voice and he turned around to look back at Ender. “Be.” Ender was speaking through gritted teeth, with all the teeth grinding he was doing since those two got together, he was going to need braces in no time. “Careful. Just. Be careful.” He said, picking up his cream soda with a white knuckle grip, which Damian eyed with some degree of concern — was he going to shatter the glass? — before he lifted it up to his mouth and drank from it. Damian nodded slowly.
“Uh, yeah, of course…” He said, closing up the boxes and leading Joy outside. While they exited, Melody took charge and happily laughed, “Sooooo we have so much we need to catch up on! MANDY CAN WE HAVE ALCOHOL IN OUR SHAKES?!” Once they were safely locked into his car, he looked at her and grinned. “Smooth! Good job, I couldn’t handle another ‘story’ from them… I would have lost my goddamn mind.” He started the car and they pulled away from the Sunshine Diner and their parents, and toward freedom.
Wide-eyed, finally with space to breathe, Joy stared ahead, with a large styrofoam cup that held their combined milkshakes. Everything that was discussed was finally hitting her. There was no more embarrassment to distract her. “My mother… lost her virginity… three hours after she met dad.” Her life was turning out to be a big ass LIE! Everything she painted of her mother being such a clean cut, polished woman who rarely entertained topics for degenerates: A FUCKING LIE. “I DON’T KNOW MY MOTHER!” Yeah, Joy wasn’t pleased by this information because she thought she knew everything. She thought she was top shit and could pick up on all the signs. But she had one big oversight with the woman that gave birth to her!
Damian shrugged his shoulders, taking a left. He knew where he was going now, but he had to listen to Joy yell first. That was just part of spending time with women, he knew that already. Damian had spent time with a few women in his lifetime, and one way or another, they all got loud. This was just par for the course! “Well, I mean… our parents were kind of degenerates, did you know that? It’s crazy. And don’t think about it like you don’t know her, just think that you don’t know parts of her, because you still know some things! Just not like, all of them. And that’s cool, you know.” Damian explained, reaching into his box for a french fry and throwing it into his mouth. Besides, from his perspective, it seemed like Joy was missing the important part, “the good news is we’re finally going to get some freakin’ alone time, Joy!”
Yeah, that’s true. Joy shouldn’t worry about not knowing everything, even if she liked knowing everything. She should focus on being grateful, in this moment, that she and Damian could be alone together. The big talk with their parents was over and behind them. It was time to move forward. It was a good thing she had a boyfriend that knew how to handle the worst kind of women — his mother — because someone like Joy in comparison was easy to handle. “Where are we heading to anyways?” She grabbed the plastic spoon and scooped some of the ice cream out of the shake and put it in her mouth. God, this was so good and weirdly enough, a peace was washing over her the further they got away from the diner. She was content.
“I have an idea.” Was all Damian would say in that respect, shrugging his shoulders mysteriously. Life was better with a dash of mystery wasn’t it? That sounded like something his dad would say, and his dad was usually right about a good portion of things. He kept driving, and popped another fry into his mouth. He glanced over at Joy and put his hand on her leg, giving it a little squeeze. They drove in silence for a minute or two, with Damian’s warm hand resting on her thigh, before the car came to a stop, and Damian opened his door, “hey, follow me.” He suggested, leading her out of the car (Dames opened her door, of course).
Damian led her around the buildings, and to their destination, a bench at Venice Beach. Once they sat down, Damian popped open his box of food, draped one arm around her shoulder, and looked out at the ocean. “This is where we’re heading. I figure we can eat, talk, and creepily watch people on the beach.”
Joy couldn’t help but be surprised by him, time and time again. Knowing his reputation, it made this side of him news to her. The romantic side. Up until the New Years Party, they rarely talked, at least not since they were kids. He was the star jock and she was an underrated genius. She carefully and thoughtfully eyed him, as he stared off at the blue azure. With their drink on the ground between them, she grabbed her fork and sliced a piece of pancake with it. Before putting the piece in her mouth, she used this opportunity to apologize for her parents’ overprotectiveness, especially her father’s, “I’m sorry things have been rough for you. My dad still cares. I know he does. You’re just… my first.” And hopefully only.
“Aw, no worries. Sometimes dads get like that, and I’m… you know, used to it.” Damian tore a piece of chicken strip with his mouth, and just shook his head. He knew what Joy was getting at, but he’d dealt with this a bunch of times before. He’d been around girls before, and that meant he’d been around dads before. And dads were predictable, he really should have seen an upset Ender coming from a million miles away — he knew the dude after all. “Trust me, he’ll relax in a while. It might take a week, it might take a long time, it might take a short time… nobody knows, but I’ll deal with it until then, you know? That’s the plan, anyway.”
Slowly, she chewed her pancakes, giving ‘that’ look that her mother gave at the diner table. The one that tried to read behind the expression. The one that was overthinking. He was used to it, wasn’t he? Looking away from him, she focused on the sunsetting. It was weirdly timed, as if mother nature was trying to build an atmosphere she hoped was earnest. “You better be serious about me. I don’t forgive easily.” She ripped off a piece of bacon in her mouth. Love was stupid. It was like she had to trust someone else that wasn’t herself. She knew exactly how she worked. She knew what she liked and how to make herself happy. Now here she was trying to open up her heart to one of the most popular boys at her damn school. Basically begging to be a red target for all the other girls that have fucked him or want to fuck him. How do couples just ‘let go’ and live in the moment? How do they just naturally trust that the other won’t deliberately hurt you? Why the hell was she such a skeptic when it came to love when she had no idea what love was? The questions were driving her insane.
“I’d be surprised if you did forgive easily! Your mom still hasn’t forgiven my dad for something he did like 20 years ago, so… yeah. Don’t worry so much, I’m not un-serious about you. Now, I’m not thinking about marriage or anything, but we’re not even 20! It’d be wild to think about stuff like that already, so just… relax. Eat your pancakes, enjoy the ocean breeze, and look… see that guy? He just dropped his ice cream cone in the sand. Poor fucker.” Damian said, pointing with his chicken strip at a large man out in the sand, who was staring sadly at a lump on the ground. Damian took another bite, and squished Joy closer to him, shaking his head, “remember. No pressure.” While Joy was worried about all of the things she was worried about… Damian was remarkably calm, relaxed, and… well, enjoying the lack of pressure. They were just kids, after all. “We’re gonna go to a hotel room tomorrow, we’re gonna make out, we’re gonna fool around, maybe we’ll have sex, maybe we won’t… Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you talking about that time when your dad sexualized my grandma because of her ‘past’ job?” Joy knew that detail, at least, from her mother’s past. The fact that her grandmother started off as a stripper to take care and raise her. Of course her mother wouldn’t take kindly to one of her friends glorifying that and thinking her grammy Nana would be easy. Her eyes fell on the ice cream on the floor. “Poor dude, for sure.”
“Yeah, that sounds accurate. Truth is, I never got the gory details. I just know that Dad is ‘in trouble’ and has been ‘in trouble’ for a long time. I dunno what that means. Are parents are scuffed as hell, that could be a sex thing for all I know! It’s not important, it’s not. What is important is that you need to make sure you have a nice outfit for our trip. We’ll probably be going to a fancy hotel, which means there will be a fancy dinner place, which means we’ll have to be, temporarily, fancy.” Damian figured he’d ticked off all the boxes, all the important things they needed to worry about for tomorrow. How Joy would take it, he hadn’t considered — but if he had, he would have figured that Joy was probably going to overthink and stress. Damian of course, wasn’t going to do that at all; this was far from his first rodeo. “Good move on getting your aunt to call, by the way. That’s why you’re in AP classes, and I’m not.”
Joy smiled at her boyfriend and nodded, “Admittedly, I never thought I’d use it for sex or any of that. I’ve built a system with them a long time ago so I could be out longer and see my uncle contend. Just a safety thing, y’know? Since my mom worries a lot. Hell, I’ve even used this system to have little adventures with Katie without stressing about what my mom was thinking, which, I’ll need her help if you want me to go all out. She’s better at this kind of stuff. I’d ask my mom, but she has to go on this business trip for this classified prototype. JJ’s too lazy to show his face, so she’s going instead.” Now that she thought about it, this could’ve been another reason why her mother was stressing. She always had to mentally prepare herself for presentations, since she was more ‘approachable’ and ‘welcoming’ than her uncle. Truthfully? This dinner was a tremendously good thing for her and her mother. Joy felt like she was starting to understand her mother better, thanks to Damian.
“With what kind of stuff? Being pretty? That’s up to you, babe.” Damian thought she was already pretty pretty, she didn’t need to go all out, but hey. He wasn’t about to complain. Finishing up the rest of his meal, Damian leaned against the girl who was still eating her — very fucking large — meal, and focused on the ocean and horizon out in front. For the former football captain, the future seemed bright; a big difference from just a week ago.
“Yeah… I want to look nice.” Joy whisperingly replied, her cheeks peeking to a champagne pink. “Hey, Damian?”
“What’s up, buttercup?”
Nervously, she cleared her throat and softly muttered, “I love you.”
Damian needed an out, and luckily he had one. He just needed Joy’s help. He glanced at his girlfriend, and then at his watch. Would it work? He hoped it would. He wanted out, he wanted to go anywhere else on the planet. Anywhere else in this, or any other galaxy! He realized they only had one good weapon against their parents: stealth. Pulling his phone out and glancing at it under the table, Damian quickly typed out a message to his girlfriend:
To: Joy
hey… wanna go somewhere else??
jk i know u do
follow my lead
With that text sent, Damian looked up at the gathering of parents, and cleared his throat. “Hey, Joy and I should actually take off… she just got a text from Jericho. They need a babysitter, ASAP. Amie just got a call for some really important meeting, and they both need to be there. Tragic, I know, but we can do this some other time.” Lying came so easy to him. Oh man, was that a bad thing?
And as if on cue, Jude’s phone rang with Amity’s ringtone, which was her and JJ’s love song. Uptown Funk. They even performed it at their wedding. Joy wasn’t a simple thinker, she knew to get past her parents, especially the analyzer, her mother, she had to make the lie believable. She had signal words she could text her uncle and then it was only a matter of time. The word she sent was: Platypus, which meant call with a babysitting lie. Jude couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at the children. Digging in her purse, she grabbed her phone and answered it, placing it by her ear, “Amie… hello.”
“Hey is this a bad time?! Oh my god, I need to run out and there’s no one to watch my baby! Is Joy free? If not, I guess I can reach out to my sister and see if my nieces or nephew may want to. But no one knows Tyty like Joy does. All his allergies and his particular mood swings. Joy is absolutely the best. I’ll DO ANYTHING IF YOU LET HER BE MY SAVIOR!”
Amity was talking loud enough for the people around Jude to hear. There was a strained look on the Darling’s face. Oddly perfect timing. Suspicious. Her dark gaze went from Damian’s face then to Joy’s, before she simply responded, “It’s her choice.” which was a short version of ‘yes’.
“Thanks so much! We need to have a barbeque or something soon. I miss youuuu! Love you, Juju. I’m out. Byeeeeee.” Click.
“So yeah… we’re just gonna’ get going.” Joy hated to leave her food and milkshake behind, but they could pick something up on the way to wherever. It wasn’t a big deal. “Could you get this to go? I’d love to have it when I get back home!”
“You’re leaving already!?” Melody pouted. They didn’t even get to the juicy stories yet. How upsetting! Just when she felt like her and her son were making up for the past week. He already wants to LEAVE her!
Damian nodded his agreement and looked at his parents, gesturing for them to get out of the way. This was the perfect plot, there was no way this was going to backfire. He was going to have to give Joy his compliments later, and as Connor slid out of the way and pulled Melody out after him so that Damian and Joy could escape, Damian looked at his girlfriend and shook his head, “it’s fine, we can just box it up ourselves. I’m sure the little guy would love some snacks.” He explained grabbing her plate and his and balancing them in his hands as he gestured for her to follow.
Connor looked at his son and shook his head. Damian really was a chip off the old block, wasn’t he? Damian had never thought much of the ‘apple never falls far from the tree’ saying before, but Connor had run all these tricks himself when he was younger. He knew what Damian was doing, but he was honorbound by an agreement he had with his son to not say a word. Better that Damian keep calling when he’s drunk, rather than suddenly not trust his father anymore and get a DUI like that Henry kid. “Have fun babysitting, my bro.” He said in a sarcastic voice, prompting Damian to nod.
“Oh yeah, totally. Hey, baby, can you grab our drinks?” Damian was already headed toward the counter where they had the little boxes. Mentally, Damian O’Connor was checked out of this ‘lunch date’ with their parents.
“Yeah, sure.” With ease, Joy grabbed their mostly drank milkshake and the second one that Mandy brought out because Joy didn’t get any of the first one. Her eyes rested on her father, as she gave him a loving, cheesy grin, “Let’s go paintball soon. Parents versus kids. Doesn’t the sound awesome?” She was standing now and looking at the group that she considered her everything. Her parents and her godparents. She didn’t like telling white lies, but they were necessary for her to have a good time. Plus, her father and mother could use a night with Connor and Melody. They could use a drink and time to relax. “I love you guys.” As if a newfound confidence washed over her, she beamed at all of them before walking away, going to her boyfriend’s side.
They were almost home free, Damian was stuffing their food into the to go boxes, when he heard his godfather’s voice and he turned around to look back at Ender. “Be.” Ender was speaking through gritted teeth, with all the teeth grinding he was doing since those two got together, he was going to need braces in no time. “Careful. Just. Be careful.” He said, picking up his cream soda with a white knuckle grip, which Damian eyed with some degree of concern — was he going to shatter the glass? — before he lifted it up to his mouth and drank from it. Damian nodded slowly.
“Uh, yeah, of course…” He said, closing up the boxes and leading Joy outside. While they exited, Melody took charge and happily laughed, “Sooooo we have so much we need to catch up on! MANDY CAN WE HAVE ALCOHOL IN OUR SHAKES?!” Once they were safely locked into his car, he looked at her and grinned. “Smooth! Good job, I couldn’t handle another ‘story’ from them… I would have lost my goddamn mind.” He started the car and they pulled away from the Sunshine Diner and their parents, and toward freedom.
Wide-eyed, finally with space to breathe, Joy stared ahead, with a large styrofoam cup that held their combined milkshakes. Everything that was discussed was finally hitting her. There was no more embarrassment to distract her. “My mother… lost her virginity… three hours after she met dad.” Her life was turning out to be a big ass LIE! Everything she painted of her mother being such a clean cut, polished woman who rarely entertained topics for degenerates: A FUCKING LIE. “I DON’T KNOW MY MOTHER!” Yeah, Joy wasn’t pleased by this information because she thought she knew everything. She thought she was top shit and could pick up on all the signs. But she had one big oversight with the woman that gave birth to her!
Damian shrugged his shoulders, taking a left. He knew where he was going now, but he had to listen to Joy yell first. That was just part of spending time with women, he knew that already. Damian had spent time with a few women in his lifetime, and one way or another, they all got loud. This was just par for the course! “Well, I mean… our parents were kind of degenerates, did you know that? It’s crazy. And don’t think about it like you don’t know her, just think that you don’t know parts of her, because you still know some things! Just not like, all of them. And that’s cool, you know.” Damian explained, reaching into his box for a french fry and throwing it into his mouth. Besides, from his perspective, it seemed like Joy was missing the important part, “the good news is we’re finally going to get some freakin’ alone time, Joy!”
Yeah, that’s true. Joy shouldn’t worry about not knowing everything, even if she liked knowing everything. She should focus on being grateful, in this moment, that she and Damian could be alone together. The big talk with their parents was over and behind them. It was time to move forward. It was a good thing she had a boyfriend that knew how to handle the worst kind of women — his mother — because someone like Joy in comparison was easy to handle. “Where are we heading to anyways?” She grabbed the plastic spoon and scooped some of the ice cream out of the shake and put it in her mouth. God, this was so good and weirdly enough, a peace was washing over her the further they got away from the diner. She was content.
“I have an idea.” Was all Damian would say in that respect, shrugging his shoulders mysteriously. Life was better with a dash of mystery wasn’t it? That sounded like something his dad would say, and his dad was usually right about a good portion of things. He kept driving, and popped another fry into his mouth. He glanced over at Joy and put his hand on her leg, giving it a little squeeze. They drove in silence for a minute or two, with Damian’s warm hand resting on her thigh, before the car came to a stop, and Damian opened his door, “hey, follow me.” He suggested, leading her out of the car (Dames opened her door, of course).
Damian led her around the buildings, and to their destination, a bench at Venice Beach. Once they sat down, Damian popped open his box of food, draped one arm around her shoulder, and looked out at the ocean. “This is where we’re heading. I figure we can eat, talk, and creepily watch people on the beach.”
Joy couldn’t help but be surprised by him, time and time again. Knowing his reputation, it made this side of him news to her. The romantic side. Up until the New Years Party, they rarely talked, at least not since they were kids. He was the star jock and she was an underrated genius. She carefully and thoughtfully eyed him, as he stared off at the blue azure. With their drink on the ground between them, she grabbed her fork and sliced a piece of pancake with it. Before putting the piece in her mouth, she used this opportunity to apologize for her parents’ overprotectiveness, especially her father’s, “I’m sorry things have been rough for you. My dad still cares. I know he does. You’re just… my first.” And hopefully only.
“Aw, no worries. Sometimes dads get like that, and I’m… you know, used to it.” Damian tore a piece of chicken strip with his mouth, and just shook his head. He knew what Joy was getting at, but he’d dealt with this a bunch of times before. He’d been around girls before, and that meant he’d been around dads before. And dads were predictable, he really should have seen an upset Ender coming from a million miles away — he knew the dude after all. “Trust me, he’ll relax in a while. It might take a week, it might take a long time, it might take a short time… nobody knows, but I’ll deal with it until then, you know? That’s the plan, anyway.”
Slowly, she chewed her pancakes, giving ‘that’ look that her mother gave at the diner table. The one that tried to read behind the expression. The one that was overthinking. He was used to it, wasn’t he? Looking away from him, she focused on the sunsetting. It was weirdly timed, as if mother nature was trying to build an atmosphere she hoped was earnest. “You better be serious about me. I don’t forgive easily.” She ripped off a piece of bacon in her mouth. Love was stupid. It was like she had to trust someone else that wasn’t herself. She knew exactly how she worked. She knew what she liked and how to make herself happy. Now here she was trying to open up her heart to one of the most popular boys at her damn school. Basically begging to be a red target for all the other girls that have fucked him or want to fuck him. How do couples just ‘let go’ and live in the moment? How do they just naturally trust that the other won’t deliberately hurt you? Why the hell was she such a skeptic when it came to love when she had no idea what love was? The questions were driving her insane.
“I’d be surprised if you did forgive easily! Your mom still hasn’t forgiven my dad for something he did like 20 years ago, so… yeah. Don’t worry so much, I’m not un-serious about you. Now, I’m not thinking about marriage or anything, but we’re not even 20! It’d be wild to think about stuff like that already, so just… relax. Eat your pancakes, enjoy the ocean breeze, and look… see that guy? He just dropped his ice cream cone in the sand. Poor fucker.” Damian said, pointing with his chicken strip at a large man out in the sand, who was staring sadly at a lump on the ground. Damian took another bite, and squished Joy closer to him, shaking his head, “remember. No pressure.” While Joy was worried about all of the things she was worried about… Damian was remarkably calm, relaxed, and… well, enjoying the lack of pressure. They were just kids, after all. “We’re gonna go to a hotel room tomorrow, we’re gonna make out, we’re gonna fool around, maybe we’ll have sex, maybe we won’t… Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you talking about that time when your dad sexualized my grandma because of her ‘past’ job?” Joy knew that detail, at least, from her mother’s past. The fact that her grandmother started off as a stripper to take care and raise her. Of course her mother wouldn’t take kindly to one of her friends glorifying that and thinking her grammy Nana would be easy. Her eyes fell on the ice cream on the floor. “Poor dude, for sure.”
“Yeah, that sounds accurate. Truth is, I never got the gory details. I just know that Dad is ‘in trouble’ and has been ‘in trouble’ for a long time. I dunno what that means. Are parents are scuffed as hell, that could be a sex thing for all I know! It’s not important, it’s not. What is important is that you need to make sure you have a nice outfit for our trip. We’ll probably be going to a fancy hotel, which means there will be a fancy dinner place, which means we’ll have to be, temporarily, fancy.” Damian figured he’d ticked off all the boxes, all the important things they needed to worry about for tomorrow. How Joy would take it, he hadn’t considered — but if he had, he would have figured that Joy was probably going to overthink and stress. Damian of course, wasn’t going to do that at all; this was far from his first rodeo. “Good move on getting your aunt to call, by the way. That’s why you’re in AP classes, and I’m not.”
Joy smiled at her boyfriend and nodded, “Admittedly, I never thought I’d use it for sex or any of that. I’ve built a system with them a long time ago so I could be out longer and see my uncle contend. Just a safety thing, y’know? Since my mom worries a lot. Hell, I’ve even used this system to have little adventures with Katie without stressing about what my mom was thinking, which, I’ll need her help if you want me to go all out. She’s better at this kind of stuff. I’d ask my mom, but she has to go on this business trip for this classified prototype. JJ’s too lazy to show his face, so she’s going instead.” Now that she thought about it, this could’ve been another reason why her mother was stressing. She always had to mentally prepare herself for presentations, since she was more ‘approachable’ and ‘welcoming’ than her uncle. Truthfully? This dinner was a tremendously good thing for her and her mother. Joy felt like she was starting to understand her mother better, thanks to Damian.
“With what kind of stuff? Being pretty? That’s up to you, babe.” Damian thought she was already pretty pretty, she didn’t need to go all out, but hey. He wasn’t about to complain. Finishing up the rest of his meal, Damian leaned against the girl who was still eating her — very fucking large — meal, and focused on the ocean and horizon out in front. For the former football captain, the future seemed bright; a big difference from just a week ago.
“Yeah… I want to look nice.” Joy whisperingly replied, her cheeks peeking to a champagne pink. “Hey, Damian?”
“What’s up, buttercup?”
Nervously, she cleared her throat and softly muttered, “I love you.”
okay fuck. i did my best.
So my mains are based off stories I do not think are at a nice closing part. These four characters I see a lot of growth for them.
As for the super couple, I'd like to write them more so they'll be put in the main block too.
next topic is big supporting roles. These characters are for ships, like Jax and Josie, Stella and Lee, Nero and Charity. Characters I write for other people's stories but not necessarily for their own growth. At least not right now. And the other topic is characters that can still move the actual story forward, like Trixie. She's had the most closure of all my characters so I'm ok with putting her as a supporting role.
My last topic is small supporting roles/npcs/shelved. Until I start finding their place in BHHS they will be lesser characters. I like Mandy at the sunshine diner, but I'd be writing her sister more. And even then it's for me to push Sebastian Lyon's story. Me and Kayla would need to write Miles/Dahlia more for me to consider him of higher importance. For now he's just that artist kid. So yes this is what I played around for a bit. And i'm sure it'll change as the story moves forward.
So my mains are based off stories I do not think are at a nice closing part. These four characters I see a lot of growth for them.
As for the super couple, I'd like to write them more so they'll be put in the main block too.
next topic is big supporting roles. These characters are for ships, like Jax and Josie, Stella and Lee, Nero and Charity. Characters I write for other people's stories but not necessarily for their own growth. At least not right now. And the other topic is characters that can still move the actual story forward, like Trixie. She's had the most closure of all my characters so I'm ok with putting her as a supporting role.
My last topic is small supporting roles/npcs/shelved. Until I start finding their place in BHHS they will be lesser characters. I like Mandy at the sunshine diner, but I'd be writing her sister more. And even then it's for me to push Sebastian Lyon's story. Me and Kayla would need to write Miles/Dahlia more for me to consider him of higher importance. For now he's just that artist kid. So yes this is what I played around for a bit. And i'm sure it'll change as the story moves forward.
I'll be changing the decor of the OOC in time. For now:
@Hey Im Jordan Yes.
@Fabricant451 lol the shark. she gets her own spot
me trying to find my old text to update the OOC....
needs to become Legends Never Die
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THAT AS A SECOND ARC TITLE. MAKES IT FEEL MORE UPLIFTING. TOOK SOME TIME AND HELP FROM BEAST AND KAYLA. BUT WE GOT THERE.
needs to become Legends Never DieI HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THAT AS A SECOND ARC TITLE. MAKES IT FEEL MORE UPLIFTING. TOOK SOME TIME AND HELP FROM BEAST AND KAYLA. BUT WE GOT THERE.
BHHS family: @Hey Im Jordan @GhostMami @Melissa @Fabricant451 @Kitty @smarty0114 @Silver Carrot @BrutalBx @Bee
DAY 4 │ Friday, Jan. 9th - Current day.
► Five week time skip ◄
DAY 5 │ Friday, Feb. 14th - Happy Valentines! Half day today. Get ready for the Sadie Hawkins dance!
Grace period until after the 21st.
► Five week time skip ◄
DAY 5 │ Friday, Feb. 14th - Happy Valentines! Half day today. Get ready for the Sadie Hawkins dance!
The Grace period starts now. Please clean up your character posts, if need be. For example, do what Kitty did in her second character post by putting them in a 'shelved' hider or take them out entirely. Up to you. But if you still tend to use them even as NPC, I advise keeping them visible. At the end of the month, after my brother's birthday (the 21st) I will be posting the timeskip. This gives you more than enough time to finish any unfinished scenes that you wished you could've last year. The current day isn't limited to Friday. The timeskip will be FIVE WEEKS. So if you want to write something for in between that, by all means, do so. Please use this time to also think about the next steps for your characters. The second arc. I do have an antagonist in mind and it isn't Meg, so that will be revealed in time. I will update the character list eventually but first I need ya'll to get your character posts straightened. For now, The Morning Show platform has grown, with Ace as a spokeswoman beside Riley, the Newspaper club is a bit more wholesome, and there has been a strong highlight on Justin and Becca's achievements in the sports kingdom. Right now, it's a jock's world.
It's good to be back. Cheers to the future of Beverly Hills High.
It's good to be back. Cheers to the future of Beverly Hills High.
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