Baek Residence
323 AM
Warm orange light gently glowed as Jules checked his phone for the n'th time that night.
He was tired. There was only so long a person could stare at their ceiling, counting all the faint squiggles and dots that danced at the edge of their vision. And he was tired in the I've-been-up-for-19-hours sense too. But he'd been laying in bed for the past three hours and he knew he probably wasn't going to get any sleep any time soon.
Oh well.
He supposed he could repack everything again. The t-shirt design Memes had asked him for could use some touching up. And his portfolio could use some updating too now that he thought about it.
A soft sigh sounded from his lips as he sat up, pulled the blanket off, and swung his feet off the bed.
Santa Monica Beach
1151 AM
With round shades on, suitcase trailing behind him, and the best internal frame hiking backpack porn commissions could buy, Jules strut down the paths of the Santa Monica beach looking like he was ready to take on the whole world. His sister, who was walking behind him, was moving at a pace that people who didn't think they were on the set of a summer teen blockbuster movie would actually be walking at.
"Why do you do this to me Marsh," his sister finally asked.
"Sorry, I don't talk to peasants who can't afford their own tacos. Too busy being fabu," was his response.
Jules could feel Mimi rolling her eyes behind him, but he didn't care. He was, in his own words, being "fabu."
In any case, today was the day all the little Misfit toys of Santa Monica would finally set off on their cross-country road trip. The announcement of it had been a little bit sudden considering Sami had only given them a week's notice to prepare. Luckily, most of the Misfits came from Beverly Hills so money was no issue for them, and Jules had his own little nest egg saved up that he only dipped into when Mandy wanted to go for another retail therapy session; it was still enough to where he was sure he could comfortably pay for himself and maybe cover one or two of the others in a pinch. Of course it'd also depend if they'd be roughing it for a few days which honestly, Jules wouldn't have minded considering he'd have wanted probably tried to force everyone to at one point on the trip anyway. Otherwise, there really wasn't anything Jules needed to prepare since he already had everything he thought he would need for the trip.
More than the trip though, Jules was excited to finally see everyone again. Since they had all graduated, he thought that they'd all be able to spend more time with each other, live out the best summer they could before everyone inevitably started going their separate ways. Jules would still be relatively close since he was going to USC, but he knew Emilia had wanted to move down to USD, and Val was going back to Florida. It was supposed to be their last chance to make unforgettable memories but... nothing happened. There were no wild adventures. No events of the terrifying and death defying nature. Life seemed to go on like normal.
And then Sami happened.
Sami, Mr I-Can-Fix-It-All, sends one little fucking text and changed everything. Again.
Fucking Sami.
Annoyance continued to drag at his feet as he rounded the corner and saw the taco truck where the Misfits usually met up. Right behind that old, familiar, comforting vehicle that sold even tinier floury vehicles of pure meaty Mexican goodness Jules saw Kim walking up to someone hunched over the - wait is that Sami? Was that the RV? That janky pile of sheet metal on wheels was supposed to be their vehicle to a summer of pure, dumb, teenage fun?
...
Fucking Sami.
Well. Nothing to do about it now.
Hiding all exasperation, annoyance, and a million other things behind a mask of unabashed confidence, Jules strode forward toward the pair and exclaimed
"What's up bitches, y'all don't need to wait anymore, the party is here," stopping right in front the taco truck. He took a moment to place his order - al pastor and carne asada, obviously - before leaving Mimi with the task of doing everything else involved with it as he walked to the RV.
"Hey Kimmy," he said with a wink towards her, placing all his bags and items at the door.
"Sami," he said, much more curtly than intended.
"Need any help."
Malice
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