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axwalker · 3 years

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Creep 2: I don’t care if it hurts

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

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Synopsis: Drake and Lexie are star-crossed lovers. Her father hates him and forces Lexie to stop any contact with Drake. Lost and heartbroken, he “bullies” her for two years until he discovers the truth of Lexie’s behavior.

A/N 1 This came up to me after I got an ask from @nestledonthaveone to write a fic based on the song CREEP.

I used to hear this song when I was a teenager, so when I read this ask, I immediately wanted to write something angsty but situated in high school.

A/N 2: Because they’re younger than usual, I decided to change my FC.

Words: 4,110

WARNINGS: Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express his love. His behavior is not excusable.

This is a dark love story. If you’re not comfortable with it, PLEASE do not read it.

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DRAKE

Even if she never looks at me or speaks to me again, she’s mine. Even if I’ve been a horrible jerk to her for two years and she pales every time I pull into the parking lot on my motorcycle, she is mine. Just seeing her with him enrages me, so I walk straight toward my usual seat, directly behind Lexie, and slam my textbook down onto the desk.

Startled, Rys looks up at me, “Hey, Walker. What’s up?”

It’s not the first time he tries to make a move on Lexie. Last time –two years ago, we almost killed each other. Pretty boy might be an entitled ass, but he knows how to fight. Maybe he thinks Lexie is game again after all this time. He couldn’t be more wrong.

“Don’t you have a class this period?” I ask him. Liam cocks his left eyebrow, adjusting the straps of his backpack.

“I fail to see why that concerns you, Creep.”

My smile is murderous. “Get the fuck out of here before I break your face, pretty boy.”

I think he has a death wish because he looks at Lexie when he talks, “See you after class, Alexis, when your watchdog will be busy mowing my lawn.” Finally, he just shakes his head and gets out of the classroom. I resume my daily routine. Staring at the back of Lexie’s head, tracing the curve of her perfect neck, my cock getting hard over her perfect cherry scent.

“So that’s what you like,” I say, leaning forward to speak an inch from her ears. “You like them with blond hair and pink polo shirts. Prospects for Cambridge or shit. A huge trust fund. Don’t you? A brat like you needs someone who can spoil her. I bet you’d introduce him to daddy, wouldn’t you?”

She doesn’t respond. She never does. Her eyes stay stubbornly on the front of the class where the teacher has started writing today’s lesson on the board—my hands fist in desperation. I’m dying for her to talk to me. To look at me. Anything. “Too bad, Lexie. I’ll scare every single one of those fucking entitled boys off. You’re going to sit alone in your house on prom night, crying into your designer sheets like a baby. And I’m going to enjoy it.”

The only sign that she hears me at all is the quickening rise and fall of her shoulders. Even that tiny display that I’ve upset her is agonizing, floods me with self-loathing, but I can never stop. She ripped out my fucking heart, and I can’t deal with the consequences of that alone. I can’t let her go. I’ll never let her go. This toxic feeling is the only thing left between us. My hands shake with the urge to take her in my arms, to stop the trembling I caused. To protect her from everything. Even myself. I’d love to move my fingers up into the silky, brown hair that reaches the middle of her graceful neck. I don’t have a lot of money; most of the cash I earn as a handyman goes to food and fixing my dad’s cabin, but I’d give every last cent for her to turn and lock those soft brown eyes on me, just one last time. Sometimes when I jerk off, all it takes is fantasizing about Lexie looking at me, giving me one of those shy smiles, and I lose it. One stroke. Maybe two. Done. I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction that I just can’t give up.

How could I? She’s intelligent, strong, and so damned gorgeous. Once upon a time, I thought she had a good heart too. But that was before she broke my pathetic heart only because I’m poor. I’ve been hurting since then, and I need her to hurt too. To know what it feels.

“Do you actually think that dumb rich boy would be a good choice for your first time, Lexie?” I grip my desk so tight it nearly breaks down, just thinking about her being kissed –touched by someone else. “At least that’s one thing us poor motherfuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck. If you went out with Rys for a while, you’d eventually give in and come slumming it one night, wouldn’t you? Knock on my rundown cabin door, begging me to fuck you as we both know you’d like.”

A pretty blush is starting to climb her neck. I have to take a deep breath to keep from kiss her pink cheeks. But I think if I got to touch her skin, my wall of bullshit would crumble. I’ve only fucked one girl. Since seeing Lexie for the first time freshman year, there’s been no one but her. I want no one else. She owns my cock as sure as she owns my heart. How easily she’s forgotten about both leaving me in agony.

“Stop,” she breathes. I freeze. Did she just speak to me? It’s the first time in two years that she’s even remotely acknowledged my existence.

“Lexie,” I managed to say. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s all it took. One pleading word out of her mouth, and I’m done.

“Just stop,” she says again, turning her head slightly. “Please.”

I fall back in my chair, my heart thundering on my chest. If we weren’t in the middle of class, if I didn’t feel like a monster, I would pull her into my arms right now. I’d hug her until she stopped struggling, then beg her to hit me, bruise me, make me pay for every shitty thing I’ve ever said to her. But before long, the class is over, and she’s leaving the classroom to get out of here. To put distance between us as quickly as possible—and I have no choice but to watch her because I feel physically ill. Still, I manage to get out into the student-packed hallway, my plan to apologize for being crude and a jerk and torturing her for so long.

My head is telling me not to apologize, though. It’s telling me she deserved it for being such a snob, for breaking me, for valuing money and status like everyone else. My damned heart is telling an entirely different story. It’s insisting there is an explanation for her behavior. Am I going to apologize or not? The decision is taken out of my hands when Lexie opens her locker, and the little gift I left before class falls down. It’s a picture I cut out from our last yearbook. In the photo is a gorgeous smiling Lexie above the caption Most Likely to Succeed. Except I’ve crossed out the caption and added my own. Most Likely to Be a Trophy Wife. Watching her read it, I almost get sick right there in the hallway. Usually, she’s perfectly composed, not betraying a trace of emotion where I’m concerned—a real Ice queen. I’ve always thought she honestly didn’t care. Today, though… she’s not pulling it off. Something is not okay with her, and I don’t like it. She has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering as she puts the photo back into her locker, out of sight, her bright eyes finding me briefly, massacring me where I stand. Betraying with one single look how much she has been affected by my actions. Christ. She hasn’t been indifferent at all.

Before I can react, before I can call her name, she’s gone, vanished into the crowd of wild students excited to be leaving for the day. And I know what I have to do. I have to see her. To apologize. To get an explanation for everything. Tonight. I’ll return to her house for the first time in two years.

LEXIE

I’ve known this was coming all day. Sitting on the couch in my living room, trying to make myself as small as possible, I watch my father pace. He rants, gesticulating noisily. This isn’t new, my father’s rage threatening me. But it’s going to be worse than usual. Business has declined for him and it’s put his temper on a trigger. Dad’s new wife, Nancy, hates to be on a budget, and she’s been spending his money like crazy all over Paris --where she’s now. When dad gets home from the office, he’s rarely in anything but a horrible mood. A tornado eating up everything in its path. Completely terrifying. At least dad’s temper makes me forget what Drake told me today, the ugly words he said to me, the boiling anger in his eyes when he looks at me.

“Are you even listening?” The slap across the face comes as a shock because I’d momentarily disappeared into my thoughts, but the sting quickly brings me back to reality.

“Yes, sir,” I say, my ears ringing. “I’m listening.”

“This C on your algebra test is going to drag your whole average down.” He’s waving the test in my face. “What a disappointment you are, Alexis. Your teacher shared my disgust.” I nod solemnly, but I’m listening for the rain outside. “I guess you’re your daughter’s mother after all. A poor Mexican girl who could barely count.” It’s not true. My mom learned English and Greek by herself, and she was a great Spanish teacher in Portavira, but my father would rather die than acknowledge how smart she was.

“Don’t talk like that about her,” I retort.

My father snorts. “I beg your pardon?” He takes a step towards me, and I can see the threat in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I hate to be such a coward, but I know what he can do to me.” I’ll do extra credit. Something to bring my grade back up to an A.” I wet my lips. “Even if I can’t manage to raise the grade, it’s not going to show up on the college transcripts I sent off with my applications.” That’s the reason I let my focus slip a little in algebra. The finish line is in sight for everyone, and we’re just waiting to find out where we’ll be accepted for college. It’s a wonder I’ve been able to maintain my focus this long in any class, considering Walker sits behind me in every period, brooding making me feel … something. At the reminder of him, I want to close my eyes and dream about him. I replay that night in my garden when he kissed me two years ago, so tenderly and passionately, when he spoke to me so sweetly and honestly before he became the second villain in my story. Someone I dread, as much as I crave the sight of him.

At least that’s one thing us poor motherfuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck. If you went out with that punk for a while, you’d eventually give in and come slumming it one night, wouldn’t you? Knock on my trailer door, begging me to ride you right.

Should I be ashamed of the way my body reacted to those words? I grew uncomfortably damp in the hard plastic chair, the center of my body clenching, seeming to beat like a heart. His breath on my neck made me shiver, head to toe. Even the way he scared off Liam Rys did something to me. Aroused me. Deeply. It got so bad that I broke the rules and asked him to stop. I can still hear him saying my name in that tortured way after. That shocked, uneven sound. Lexie. And whether I’m ashamed of myself for it or not, I know I’ll think of it when I touch myself tonight. His voice, his hands, his eyes obsess me.

“College?” My father snorts, tearing the test in half. “You’re not going to college.”

This grabs my attention. A horrible feeling is making me cold. “I’m…what? What do you mean? I applied to nine different schools. I have a four-point five GPA.”

For the first time, I notice his red face is about more than just rage. There’s…humiliation. I’ve never seen him display that emotion.

“None of the American colleges that accepted you offered scholarships.”

“I’ve been accepted?” I gasp, sitting forward, heart pounding in my chest. “Where? I didn’t see the letters—”

“All the mail in this house goes through me, Alexis. I read them. And you failed to get academic scholarships. You failed. Not that I’m surprised.”

I don’t point out that his refusal to let me participate in any extracurricular activities is more than likely to blame for that. I’m too worried about what he’s saying, what this means. The blood is draining from my head, making the room spin around me.

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry. But…we have money. We can pay tuition, can’t we? Or colleges in Cordonia are almost for free. I can go to any of them; I don’t have to go to NYU.” I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. This is my way out. College is the escape route. I counted on going back to New York, but I can stay here and go to college in Cordonia City.

“Listen to you, so quick to spend my hard-earned money—spoiled brat. And of course, you can’t go to college in Cordonia. What for? To end up being a schoolteacher like your mom? A housewife as Nancy?” He laughs bitterly. “No, you’ll stay here, and I’ll help you find someone suitable to marry.”

I shake my head. “There’s financial aid, then. Loans or I can get a job and go to college in Portavira…”

“You want to leave, just like her, don’t you? You’re all the same.”

I don’t even flinch when he yanks me to my feet, shoving me into the wall. In fact, for the first time, I took him right into his eyes. And I can see the violence burning on them has nothing to do with me. It never had anything to do with how I behave, my choices, how hard I worked in school. How welcome I made Nancy feel or cooked a roast. It’s about him and his self-loathing. It’s his sickness. Not mine. I can also see that he was never going to send me to college. Because he wouldn’t be able to control me from a distance or stop me from sharing what I’ve been subjected to since my mother died. Not like he does now. He wasn’t physically abusive all the time. Especially not when his new wife is around. But she traveled often, and then he’d push me. Shove me. Slapped me several times. I’ll graduate at the top of my class for nothing. He knew I would all along.

That’s when I realize I’m free. I don’t have money, but college is free in Cordonia. I can work, save a little and go to college in one or two years. I’ll be a writer; it’ll just take more time than I thought. “Go to hell,” I whisper.

He steps back, giving me the momentary satisfaction of his shock. “What did you say?”

Liberated, I scream it this time. “Go to hell!” From the moment I sat down to have this conversation, I knew tonight would be worse than usual, but I’ve just bought myself a ticket to hell. Usually, I can retreat to the untouchable place inside of me as he unleashes his rage, but not tonight. He doesn’t stop at one or two slaps. He punches and kicks, and I’m present for every punch and kick. Every yelled insult. Finally, I start to get scared. I’m crawling across the carpet on my hands and knees, searching for a weapon I can use in my defense when I glance out the window and see Drake staring back at me, his face a mask of horror.

Drake

What I’m seeing just isn’t possible. It can’t be real. My head won’t accept it. Not until her terror-filled eyes meet mine through the window and the truth pounds on my chest, leaves no doubt that this is real life. Lexie’s father is beating her. Her mouth is bloody, one of her eyes beginning to swell, arms and legs visibly weakened. I can barely fucking process it before my body is springing into action, desperate to protect her. To put a stop to the worst thing I have ever seen. What the fuck. Scorching hot rage takes over. I kick in the front door and throw myself between Lexie and her father. His fist is raised, but it pauses when he sees me, his momentary confusion giving me the time I need to knock him out cold. It only takes one right uppercut from someone his own size, and he goes down, his blank, glassy eyes staring at nothing, mouth opened. It’s not satisfying enough.

Nothing will ever be satisfying enough. I want to kill him, destroy him, but my Lexie is struggling for breath behind me, and she’s all I can think about. Turning, I approach her, my heart threatening to jump off my chest. As gently as I can, I catalog all of the cuts and purpling skin. No. No. Who could do this to her? Who could lay a finger on her in anything but reverence? Get her out of here. Calling her name, I reach down to pick her up, but she flinches and hurries back, bringing her body up against the wall.

“Don’t touch me!” Those words filled with fear rip the soul clean out of my body. My hands drop limply to my sides and two years come rushing back, hitting me in the chest like a hammer. Every word, every action. Everything I did to make her life harder when this is what she’s been dealing with at home? Fuck me.

“Lexie…” My voice is as kind as I can. I feel broken. “I’m sorry. I came here to apologize. For everything.”

She puffs a humorless laugh, testing her cut lip with the tip of her tongue. “Bet you weren’t expecting to see this.”

“If I knew this was happening, I would have been here a long time ago. I would have stopped it. I swear Lex.”

Her expression can only be described as stunned. Maybe even a little pissed. “You are not my savior, Drake. You are my enemy. You’ve been for two years, and I want nothing else from you now.”

“I am not your enemy.” Those words barely make it out of me, my chest hurts so fucking bad. “Don’t say that.”

Unsteadily, she uses the wall to try and stand. I try to help her, but she recoils, and it’s a dagger straight into the center of my throat. Nothing less than I deserve, though, isn’t it? Her distrust of me is entirely my fault. I’ve made her hate me. There has to be some way to fix what I’ve done. Please God, let there be away. But right now, my main concern is her physical safety. Knowing she’s been in danger all along is unbearable. I only decided to come here tonight a few hours ago. What if I didn’t? What if I arrived an hour later? The possibilities are going to haunt me for the rest of my life. From the floor, her father groans, shifting slightly.

“We need to get you out of here,” I say, anxious to get her free of this place. “Now, Lexie. I need to get you somewhere safe.”

She’s standing now. Leaning against the wall and cradling one arm to her stomach, regarding me warily. “How do I know I’m safe with you?” It’s so much worse that her question is honest. Not meant to hurt me. She honestly doesn’t know if I pose a threat. It guts me where I stand.

“You are the safest with me,” I say thickly, cursing myself. Wanting to erase the last two years so badly, my hands shake. “Please believe me. I’d die before hurting you. I’d never, Lexie. I’d never do something like that.”

Her father rolls over onto his back and slurs a few words before losing consciousness again. Still, the sound of the older man’s voice seems to scare Lexie, “I…maybe you can just give me a ride to…a motel maybe?” She pushes off the wall, her step uneven as she walks toward the stairs. “I need some things from my room.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her we don’t have time, but I’m just grateful she’s trusting me enough to leave with me, so I don’t argue. I just wait until she’s halfway up the stairs, then tie her father’s hands behind his back with my belt in case he wakes up before we leave. I have no problem knocking him out a second time, but Lexie has seen enough violence for one night. Cautiously, I walk up the stairs toward the light coming from a room halfway down the hall. This place is a far cry from my home. It’s elegant and clean, and tasteful, but it lacks any warmth whatsoever. It’s cold, like a museum. Turning the corner into Lexie’s room, it’s time to hate myself all over again. There is nothing on the walls, none of the expensive furnishings. Just four white walls, a bed, and a dresser that doubles as a desk. Several textbooks. She looks back at me over her shoulder as if judging my reaction, and I keep my features impassive, though I’m dying on the inside.

“What can I do?” I ask.

“How long do we have?”

“As long as you need.” It’s physically painful not to pull her into my arms when I’m standing this close, and she’s hurt. Sad. Yet full of more inner strength than I’ve ever witnessed in another human being. I’m lucky just to be in her presence. I fucked up royally. And if she allows me back in, I’ll never do it again. It’s probably, definitely, too much to hope for. Being allowed back in. She doesn’t even look sure about having me in her room. Let alone her heart. I was trying to protect my own heart, but I lost it instead.

“Um…” She closes her eyes to focus, a familiar trait I’ve seen in class countless times. “There is a black bag in the hallway closet. Can you just stuff anything into it from the bathroom that looks useful?”

Ask me to bring you a unicorn. I’ll find a way to do it. “Sure.” We work in silence, Lexie taking things out of drawers and adding them to the bag, which I’ve left open on the floor. I add toiletries from the bathroom, and once it’s zipped, I wait, watching her hesitate in the doorway.

“Lexie?” Conflicted chocolate eyes meet mine.

“I can’t just leave, can I?”

“You’re not safe here, baby,” I say softly, trying to keep the residual rage at bay because it’s the last thing she needs. Not to mention she’s had her fill with negativity from me. No more. “How long…how long?”

She shrugs, the saddest expression in her eyes. “My mom died five years ago. Ever since then, it’s gotten worse and worse. Although I never had a chance to talk to anyone about what happened behind closed doors, you know? I don’t think a person can evolve into a monster. It’s inside him.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I became one, didn’t I?”

That gives her pause, forms a line between her delicate brows. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

She starts to walk past me, stops, standing close enough to fill my nose with cherry. “He told me if I ever spoke to you ever again, he would hurt me. Ruin you, have you evicted. Make sure you never got hired again. I didn’t mean to…hurt you. Or hurt your feelings, if that’s what happened.”

That revelation destroys me, sets me on fire. “Jesus, Lexie. You were protecting me? And I…I tortured you for it?” I twist the neck of my T-shirt, trying to calm down, but it doesn’t work. I’ll never be calm again “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She glances at the doorway, then back at me, eyes closed again in that way that says she’s thinking. “All I want from you now is a ride out of here, okay? And on Monday morning, you’ll stop.” She opens her shining eyes again. “No more bullying, Drake. If you’re really sorry, you’ll do that for me.”

Fuck. I couldn’t say one more single shitty thing to her if my life depended on it. Put me at gunpoint, and I’d rather get shot at than torture this girl for one more second. But I’m highly, painfully aware that with an end to the bullying comes an end to the possessiveness. No more scaring off guys who show interest in her. No more getting close enough in class to count the hairs on her head, to smell her sweet fragrance. And to tell the truth, I’m pretty fucking worried I don’t know how to give those things up completely. I don’t think I can physically do it. This addiction with Lexie isn’t something I can cut off. A leg would be easier to sever. But my hesitation is causing her eyes to worry. If I don’t agree to, essentially, let her go… she’s not going anywhere with me. And that means her safety won’t be guaranteed. I need it to be. More than anything.

“No more bullying,” I say, finally. A moment later, I follow her out of the room and down the stairs, trying desperately to count the hairs on her head before I no longer have the chance.

#tw domestic violence #toxic relationship #tw bullying

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ibelieveindragons141 · 4 years

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Tingling | Diego hargreeves x reader

Requested by @infinitelyforgotten who asked for: fluffy Diego where the reader dropped into 1963 with him. When he gets admitted to the psych-hospital the reader visits him everyday and promises to get him out (but even with her powers she can’t think of a way to spring him out-until Five shows up). Diego is so glad to be out to stop JFK’s assassination, but mostly so he can hug & kiss the reader again. Maybe when they (Five, Reader, Diego, and Lila) head to find Reginald, Diego dances with the reader and they get caught up in each other for a while before remembering their task.

Word count: 1369

Warnings: none!

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!

"Here to see Diego Hargreeves?"

You shot to your feet. "Here."

The orderly raised an eyebrow at you and said, "You're in here everyday, doll. Must be one hell of a guy."

You smiled, "He is."

He opened the door to reveal Diego sitting at a table, hair unruly and hanging over his eyes, wearing a white uniform.

"Y/n," he looked up and grinned at you. You sat down across from him.

"How are you?"

He shrugged. "No different from yesterday." He leaned in, "You got any new ideas for an escape plan?"

You shook your head sadly. "No. Unfortunately, air manipulation is kinda obvious. If they caught us, you'd be locked up even tighter, and they'd probably ship me off to some government facility for experiments." You shuddered.

Diego reached across the table and held your hand. "Hey, I won't let that happen."

You glanced up and stared into his eyes, deep brown pools conveying as much comfort as they could.

"No touching the patients!" The orderly by the door snapped.

Diego retracted his hand slowly, not wanting to stop the only physical contact you'd had in weeks.

You felt a tingle, like electricity, where he touched you.

"Any news on the others?" He asked.

"No, but I'll keep looking. They must be somewhere, right? They can't have just disappeared."

"Unless they're dead."

You gasped, "Diego!"

"What? Y/n, you have to consider all the possibilities."

You thought about crazy, flamboyant Klaus, sweet Vanya, kind Allison, wicked smart Five, Luther's leadership, even of Ben and his crazy book obsession. To imagine them gone seemed unthinkable.

"No. They're not gone, Diego."

"Y/n," he spoke softly. "I'm just trying to protect you. I want you to be prepared for the worst."

You shook your head and frowned. "If they were gone, I'd feel it."

"Y/n-"

"I'd know, Diego."

He didn't look convinced, but let it go.

"So, made any friends yet?" You teased.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "More than you."

You feigned an insulted expression, "How dare you! I am a delight."

He smirked, "Oh, I know you are."

Leaning forwards, you said, "Once you get out, I'm gonna show you just how much of a delight I can be."

His eyes lit up. "Is that a fact?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He tilted his head, "Well.."

"Time's up."

The man by the door's harsh voice put an abrupt end to your teasing. This was the worst part, leaving. You stood up solemnly and said, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

Diego gave you a small nod. "Good."

You gave him one last tight smile before turning and leaving.

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Diego's head was spinning. Five would be back. He would get out. Save the president. Be with y/n, really with her, not just sitting a couple feet apart.

Everything would be fine. It had to be.

The sound of gunshots brought him back to reality: being chased by three maniacs with Lila.

Once they finally made it outside, he collided with something- or rather, someone.

"Ow!" You cried.

Warm hands gripped your upper arms, "Y/n?"

Diego.

You stared up at him, eyes shining brightly. "Fancy meeting you here."

Diego shook his head with exasperation and surprised you by grabbing your waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You shut your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, melting into the kiss.

"While this is lovely," An accented woman's voice interrupted your kiss, "We are currently being chased by some very scary men with very scary guns, so if we could maybe pick this up later.."

Diego shot her a glare, "Shut up, Lila."

She shrugged.

The doors burst open revealing three white-haired men who did in fact have very scary guns.

"Go," you said, turning to face them. "I go this"

"Y/n-" Diego started, but Lila yanked his arm saying, "Don't be an idiot. If she says she's got this then she's got this."

As they ran, he glanced back to see you raise your arms, causing a gust of wind to divert the bullets' path into a nearby car. He loved watching you use your powers, you were so graceful and your movements so fluid.

You threw the gunmen back, knocking the weapons from their hands and raced over to Diego and Lila, who was trying to jump start a car.

"That was cool," she commented, still focused on the wires in her hands.

"Thanks," you replied, breathing a little heavier than usual.

Diego kissed you. "What would I do without you?"

You pecked his nose, making him blush, "Probably die."

"Got it!" Lila cried as the car roared to life.

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"I've never been to the Mexican consulate," you said, walking beside Diego, Five, and Lila into the stone building.

Diego raised his eyebrows, "Really? Why not?"

You bumped your shoulder into his. "Shut up."

Soft trumpet music was playing in the back round, and looking around the room, couldn't help but feel under-dressed in your simple purple dress.

As if sensing your discomfort, Diego leaned in and said, "Don't worry, you look beautiful." To Five, he said, "I don't see dad anywhere."

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve."

You snorted, which earned a sharp look from Five. "Sorry, but it's a ridiculous title."

"That may be," Five said, "But trust me, nothing about them is ridiculous."

"So, what's the plan?" Diego asked, eyes still scanning the room.

"You and y/n stay down here. Lila and I will take the upstairs."

You heard him hiss quietly to Lila, "I want to keep an eye on you."

You frowned. What did that mean?

Diego distracted you by pulling you into the next room. "They're playing our song."

He pulled you close, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist and taking your hand gently in his. You placed your other palm on the back of his neck and felt the tingling again travel through your fingertips. He spun you, getting lost in the music, and ran his hands down your sides sending a shiver up your spine. You whirled around to face him again.

"Someone's got moves."

"One ever knows when dance will mean the difference between life and death,” he did a terrible impression of Reginald making you laugh brightly.

"You're an idiot."

He moved closer, so you were swaying more than dancing, and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you."

You rubbed your nose gently against his, "I love you, too."

He suddenly dipped you, making you jump. You smirked and took a step back.

"Switch," you deadpanned.

"Wha-"

You grabbed his waist and pulled him to you. "Just follow my lead."

He scoffed, but let you lead him.

Eventually, you reverted back to your initial roles and rested your head against his chest, tucked under his chin.

His fingers brushed a few loose strands of hair off your cheek, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, heavy weight against your back.

"Mind if I cut in?" An unfamiliar voice shattered your peace. It belonged to a tanned, blond man who clearly spent way too much time on his hair.

Diego's gaze hardened and you felt his arm tighten around you, shifting you so the other man's hand dropped back down to his side.

"Yeah, I do. So back off."

The other man gave you a sneer and said, "Now, see, I wasn't really askin'."

When he took a step closer, Diego whipped out a knife faster than you'd ever seen him do before and held it to his throat.

"I said, back off."

The creep's eyes widened and he quickly fled.

Diego watched him go with dark eyes.

"Hey," you whispered, cupping his cheek. "You okay?"

He looked back at you and softened.

Wordlessly, Diego put his knife back in his belt and hugged you tightly.

"No one will every take me away from you, Diego." You reassured him quietly.

"Good." He murmured, his breath dancing lightly across your face.

And even as he rushed off in search of mom, that tingling feeling never left.

A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to send me a request! :)

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we-are-inevitable · 3 years

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not moving on, not looking back // ch. 9

A/N: FINALLY GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER UP AHHAHAHAAAA i hope you guys like this!!

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“David! I’m getting a divorce!”

That is decidedly not what David had expected to hear at 7:45 on a Thursday morning, but at least Katherine seems happy about it. It takes a few moments for him to fully process the gravity of the situation, but David is quick to adapt, raising a brow and staring at her with a confused smile. “Uh- huh, that… Wow? Good? Oh no? How- How do I respond to that?”

“Good! It’s good!” Katherine squeals as she sits down, on top of one of the spare desks stored in David’s room. She already looks different, more carefree; she’s wearing her hair up, has on bolder makeup than usual, and is wearing a pair of fitted slacks, heels, a blush colored blouse and a blazer rather than her typical dress. “I’m checking in at the motel for a while until I can find myself somewhere to stay, but we talked it out and he agreed with me and everything is fine, so, yeah! Last night was the last time we’re ever going to sleep together, so it was a special occasion and I’m a little hungover, but don’t tell anyone,” Katherine chirps quickly, looking at David with a wide grin.

That is a lot to take in. He looks at her as he leans back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of him. “I’m sorry, did you say you slept with Jack after agreeing to divorce? Like, slept in the same bed?”

“Nope. We fucked.”

“I-- Wow, okay. Kath, that’s not a mental picture I needed to see.”

“Unless you think about Jack alone, right?”

David nods before he can stop himself. As soon as he does so, his eyes widen and he immediately shakes his head, staring at Katherine as his jaw drops. “Wait, no! No, no, I don’t-- What? No, that isn’t-- I’m not-- No!”

Katherine doesn’t look convinced.

David hesitates for a moment before giving in and sighing, hiding his face in his hands. “Look, Kath, I am so sorry… It’s just- It’s a stupid little crush. Nothing substantial, and nothing happened, I promise. He doesn't even know, and--"

“Wait, you think I’m upset?” She asks with an amused tone. “David, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to us! I think you two would be really good for each other.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one to know that your husband is straight?” David asks with a raised brow, then blinks. “Unless-- No, no, I don’t want to hear any more. If something is going to happen, then I want to hear it from him first. I don’t want to speculate.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, then looks at Katherine. “What… What are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that this is something I give you permission to pursue. Not that you need it, of course; you’re a grown man. You can do what you want,” She says simply, before standing and taking a few strides toward David. “But if you like Jack, then I want you to go for it. I won’t mind. I don’t know how he’ll feel, I don't know if he'll feel the same way, but… it’s worth a shot.”

David looks down at her with a hesitant look, before giving a sharp nod. “Noted. Thank you… I just-- If and only if he feels the same. I... don’t want to be a rebound? I’ve been in that situation. It’s never, ever good for my mental health.”

“Then take things slow and see where it leads," Katherine says gently, then bites her lip. "But I’ve known Jack since sophomore year, Davey, and he isn’t the kind of guy to do something like that. I promise,” She murmurs sincerely, gently squeezing David’s shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go do some paperwork.”

David watches as she walks toward the classroom door. He thinks for just a moment, and opens his mouth before he can stop himself. “Hey, Kat?”

“Hm?”

“Stay with me until you find a place,” David says simply, looking at her with a grin. “Don’t waste your money on a motel. I have a spare bedroom you can take, so… Stay with me. It’s the least I could do, since you’ve helped me so much these last few weeks. I-- My sister is coming into town this weekend, so I’ll be sleeping on the couch, but the spare room is yours.”

Katherine considers it, then smirks. “I hope you’re ready for all night Gossip Girl marathons.”

“As long as we throw a few episodes of Glee in, I’m down.”

“Trashy reality TV?”

“A must have, obviously. Sappy romcoms?”

“I have a whole box of DVDs,” Katherine grins, then gives David a wave and walks toward the door. “I’m staying with Hannah tonight- she's a friend of mine. Works with Jack," She explains with a broad sweep of her hand. "But I’ll see you tomorrow! Get ready for some Blake Lively action!” With that, she leaves the room, giggling down the hall.

David shakes his head as she walks away, letting out a content sigh. For once, he feels... Good. Excited. He’s looking forward to Katherine staying over, for as long as she needs to, of course. It would be good. He has… a friend.

That’s the first time it really hits him that he has a friend. Katherine and Jack are his friends, his real friends, and David is so glad to have them in his life.

But he needs to check up on Jack.

That afternoon, David says goodbye to Katherine in the office before heading outside the front doors. He walks down the sidewalk for a few moments, but stops in his tracks when he sees a familiar deep blue truck in the parking lot, and hears a familiar deep voice softly singing along to an old Johnny Cash song.

David grins to himself and walks toward the truck. His smile only grows wider when Jack notices him and rolls the driver’s side window down, waving. “Davey! Hi!”

David shakes his head, hurrying toward the truck. “What are you doing here, cowboy?”

“Well, ya see, I was gonna pick up my ex, but she told me she was workin’ late while I was already here, so I decided to stay and pick up the only adult I know who doesn’t own a car,” Jack says with a smirk, hanging one arm out of the window. He’s still in his professional "I'm A College Professor, Respect Me" clothes- navy slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and a navy vest. He seems to have already taken off his tie, but he’s wearing glasses and oh, God, David is weak at the knees.

“See, I knew not owning a car would come in handy,” David teases back, leaning up against the door of the truck. “I am the responsible and economically-friendly adult who doesn’t own a truck that emits tons of carbon emissions into the atmosphere each year that you’re talking about, right?”

“That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Get in the truck before I leave you here, dumbass.”

“Yes, sir,” David replies with a chuckle, walking around the vehicle to climb in. He sighs as he sits down and leans back, buckling up as Jack pulls out of the parking spot. “Hey, so, I... I know that the whole Katherine thing didn’t work out. How’re you holding up?”

“I think I’m doin’ good,” Jack replies with a sigh, looking straight ahead at the road in front of them. “It’s… It’s a good thing. Right? I mean, it’s an amicable split. We aren’t fighting over the house, ‘cause it belonged to my family, and we already figured out who gets to keep what last night after... yeah. Plus, this’ll be good for… me. Give me the chance to, uh, figure some things out. Self exploration, that’s what Kath said.”

That sounds promising, but David refuses to get his hopes up. “Well, if you need anything, let me know. I'm here for you, Jackie,” David offers with a soft elbow nudge, grinning. “So, the house belongs to your family?”

“Belonged. Past tense. They’re all, uh, gone.”

“Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

“No, hey, it’s chill. I kinda figured Kath would tell you about it, but I guess not,” Jack says with a shrug and a glance toward David, offering him a sad smile. “My mamá, her family owned it. They moved to America in the ‘30s. Stayed in Texas for a while, but they came up this way for work. My great grandfather worked here in Tarrytown, and actually helped build the house, plus a few others around town. There were some… family issues regarding ownership of the house, so it was sold to a different couple when I, uh… moved, but Kath and I bought it after we got out of college. It’s been renovated, but it’s a piece of history.”

“I figured that you were hispanic, but I didn’t want to assume,” David says softly. It feels really nice to learn a little bit more about Jack in such an intimate way. "That-- Sorry, I just... yeah. The house is really cool."

“Ya don't gotta be sorry for wonderin', Davey. I'm Mexican,” Jack clarifies with a grin. “If ya can’t tell by me bein’, y’know, brown. My great grandpa, Francisco- he and his wife, Dorotea, brought their three kids over. My abuela met my abuelo here in Tarrytown and had my ma. My mother’s maiden name was Maria Velásquez, but she married a guy named Daniel Kelly, so that’s where I come in,” Jack explains with a deep chuckle, shaking his head. His smile soon fades, though. “She passed when I was ten, and my dad… He’s gone. My adoptive mom lives in Connecticut now, too, so now it’s just… me.”

“Shit, Jack…” David bites his lip, looking over at him with a concerned expression. He rubs the back of his neck, gulping hard. “If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you were able to get the house. To, y’know, have something of your family. I'm sorry you had it so rough, though.”

“Thanks, Dave,” Jack says with a grin, then shrugs. “And don’t get all down on me now. It’s been eighteen years since that shit went down, so I’m good. Really,” He nods, and there are a few moments of silence that pass before Jack turns to look him in the eyes. “Hey, are you free for a little bit?”

David really should have said no. He really should have avoided being anywhere alone with Jack for a prolonged amount of time, because this was only going to end in heartbreak.

But, then again, David has been through worse.

“I’m all yours.”

#jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #newsies musical #newsies #newsies fic #newsies live #livesies #katherine plumber pulitzer #jac writes #tarrytown au

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Fic: i'll be there for you, ‘cause you’re there for me too

Following her accident, Carlos worries about Michelle. Luckily, he has TK at his side.

A missing moment from 1x05.

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“You okay over there?”

Carlos is pulled from his spiraling thoughts by the sudden, direct question. He shakes himself out of his haze, blinking quickly as he takes in the image on the TV before him - a frozen Lucy drunkenly spooning “Vitameatavegamin” into her mouth. He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even notice when TK paused his favorite show.

He turns to look at the other man, noticing how the off-duty firefighter is laid out at the far end of his couch. TK’s wearing his signature hoodie-and-sweatpants combo, one of Carlos’s blankets thrown over his long legs, and a bowl of popcorn resting in his lap. His torso is twisted towards the TV, his left arm propped up on the arm of the couch, but he’s still tall enough that he takes up the entire space between them. Now that he’s paying attention, Carlos can feel the way TK’s toes press against his hip, gently nudging him out of his daze.

“Carlos?” TK asks, and Carlos takes in the concerned expression on his face, the questioning arch of his brow.

“Sorry,” he says, trying to remember what he might’ve missed while he was off in his own little world. “What did you say?”

TK watches him for a moment, refusing to break eye contact, before he moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table, pulling himself up into a sitting position. He leans forward slightly into Carlos’s space. “What’s up?” he asks, his voice soft but obviously concerned. Carlos bites down on his bottom lip, wondering if this is really a conversation that he wants to have right now.

He and TK are in a good place; they’ve known each other for a few months, and though it’s taken some time, they’ve managed to navigate towards some sort of a friendship together, getting past their complicated beginning. Now, they find time to hang out most weeks, often exploring Austin; Carlos has shown TK some of his favorite places in the city, helping the other man find his place in Texas. However, both of their jobs can be taxing, so when the hard days hit, they just spend time at his apartment, ordering food and introducing each other to their favorite TV shows.

Through all of that, though, they’re careful not to get too deep. They stick to safe conversations instead, wary of where winding roads might take them.

For Carlos, it’s a matter of not wanting to seem pushy. They agreed to be friends, and while he thinks that means they can talk about things that bother them, he still waits for TK to come to him. And, sometimes, TK does, the firefighter often telling him all about taking his dad to chemo treatments and the older guy that bothers them there. While Carlos can clearly see the anxiety and fear that sits right behind TK’s eyes after those visits, the other man tells him that things are fine, so Carlos doesn’t push.

Instead, he tries to distract TK from all of the uncertainty. He takes him dancing, they try what seems like every authentic Mexican place in the city, they walk through artsy neighborhoods. Austin is known for its music scene, so they frequent cafes and bars with open mic nights. It’s a nice, distracting friendship, and Carlos loves the time that he gets to spend with TK. They have a lot in common besides their jobs, and it’s nice to have a friend who understands what it’s like to be gay and living in Texas.

He just doesn’t want to rock the boat and make a mess of it.

Which is why he’s not sure that he should tell TK what he’s currently mulling over. Unlike TK, Carlos knows that he won’t be able to just say that everything’s fine and move on; he can’t hide his fear and anxiety behind his eyes like that. He’s always been that way: too much of an open book, all of his feelings right there on his face, for everyone to see.

He knows that TK is being nice by asking, but he’s not sure if the other man can handle the answer.

“Carlos, seriously, you can talk to me,” TK says when Carlos remains silent. He reaches out, gripping Carlos’s forearm and giving it a little shake. “You’ve been distracted ever since I got here, and I know you’re not really watching this,” he admits, gesturing towards the TV. “If you want to talk about what’s going on in that head of yours, I’m happy to listen.”

Carlos looks at him, his face so open and desperate to help, and decides that maybe they can handle something deeper. They’ll never know until they try.

“I, um, I visited Michelle in the hospital after my shift,” he starts, staring down at his fingers.

“She’s okay, right?” TK confirms, scooting closer. “My dad got a call that she was going to be fine, they were just keeping her overnight for observation.”

“Yeah, she’ll recover from the accident without any problems,” Carlos assures him, biting his lip again. “It’s just, we got to talking about this other thing and…” He trails off, his voice catching in the back of his throat. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down.”

TK makes a noise of disbelief next to him, and Carlos looks up to find a dubious expression on his face. He raises his brow, wondering what could’ve caused that reaction.

“Look, I’ve only known you for a few months, but I have an incredibly hard time believing that you could ever let anyone down, Carlos,” TK explains without him having to ask. “I mean, the way you’ve been there for me this entire time, no matter what? There’s no way the same isn’t true for Michelle and literally everyone else on this planet.”

Carlos feels a sudden heat on the back of his neck, TK’s words shooting straight through his chest and into his heart.

The thing is, TK’s not wrong. He tries so, so hard to be there for everyone, no matter what. Ever since his father died when he was in middle school, he’s felt like he needed to step into his shoes, to be there for his mother and sisters. When it comes to his friendships, he’s the same way. His friends are also a part of his family, so why wouldn’t he be there for them too? The only thing he’ll ever really have to give is his love and support and understanding, so he doesn’t waste any opportunity to share those with the people in his life.

“Michelle’s been through a lot the past few years,” Carlos says, his voice quiet as he tries to navigate through this conversation. “I can’t tell you anything about it, it’s not my place to share it. You work with her and she’s your boss, so I don’t want to overstep and cause any problems.”

TK nods, giving Carlos’s arm another squeeze to show that he understands.

“I just… after talking with her at the hospital, I realized that she’s kind of been on her own with everything for awhile now,” Carlos continues, a slight waver in his voice. “And I don’t think I’ve made that any easier for her. I don’t think I’ve supported her the way I should have, the way that maybe only I could have.”

“You mean as a friend, or as a police officer?” TK asks, and Carlos’s wide eyes lock onto him, surprised that TK followed him through that messy confession. The firefighter just shrugs, the movement bringing them even closer on the couch. “I’m not just a pretty face, Reyes. I can put things together,” he jokes, elbowing Carlos gently in the side.

“I guess both,” Carlos admits, looking down in shame.

“Well, I’m sure if there was anything else you could’ve done as an officer, you would have,” TK says, leaning into him. “You’re damn good at your job, and I think if you’d seen a way forward, any way forward, you would’ve pursued it without a second thought. Sometimes timing matters, right?”

“I guess,” Carlos says, twisting his thumbs together.

“As far as being there for her as a friend,” TK continues, his voice seeming to strengthen with conviction, “there is still no doubt in my mind that you were there for her every time she needed you. Maybe Michelle wasn’t just able to see it at the time, too wrapped up in whatever this thing is to notice. That, and I think your guilty conscience might be working too hard to place all the blame on yourself.

“You’re only one person, Carlos,” TK says, shifting to rest his head against his shoulder. “Try as you might, you can’t save the whole world. But, you do what you can with what you know and what you have, I know you do, and that’s a lot more than what most people are willing to give.”

Silence falls as TK finishes speaking. The only sound Carlos hears is his heart hammering in his ears. He feels torn open and laid bare, truly seen for what feels like the first time in his entire life, and he’s not really sure how to deal with it.

Over the past few months, he’s gotten the sense that he and TK were a lot alike; that maybe they chose their respective jobs for similar reasons. Carlos can’t help but wonder if TK reading him so easily is a sign that the other man faces this world in much the same way that he does. It’s heavy, solidifying, this feeling of familiarity that defines their relationship.

Ultimately, he knows that what TK’s saying is true. If he let Michelle down in the past, dismissing her feelings without truly considering them, that’s just something that he’s going to have to live with for the rest of his life. He knows he’s tried to be there for her in other ways, tried to get her to move on, for her own sake. He’s always stopped himself from really going down that road with her, worried that the inevitable ending would destroy her beyond repair.

But he knows now that she needs to see this through, and as her friend, he has to be there for her while she does it. Maybe, with his help, with his support and love and understanding, he can keep her from tearing herself apart completely.

They have a lead now, and he’s determined to follow it. It’s the least he can do to make up for not believing her after all this time.

He glances down to where TK’s short, messy brown hair rests against his shoulder, feeling the way the other man’s fingers drag slowly against his forearm. His heart pounds in his chest, threatening to burst open. He shifts, gently pressing a barely-there kiss against TK’s head.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers, trying to pack everything he’s feeling into those two simple words.

“You don’t have to thank me,” TK says, looking up at him, their faces only a few inches apart. “I know you’d do the same for me. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” Carlos says, giving him a smile.

So, when TK texts him a few days later, worrying over Paul’s heartbreak, Carlos is right there by his side with a welcome distraction.

Because that’s exactly what friends are for.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #tarlos missing moments collection

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Pairing: Armando Armas (Jacob Scipio)xBlack Reader

Warning(s): Ok so I don’t think this imagine would be considered a spoiler, but just to be on the safe side 🚨SPOILER WARNING!!!!🚨 Other than that, slight angst (I know it’s not the usual fluff what is going on?!?!!!😂)

“Alright guys, this is Armando and he’s gonna be working with us for a while,” Rita introduces to you and the team.

“Wait, as in the Armando that’s supposed to be in jail right now?,” Rafe asks, pausing to look at his boss as if she’d gone mad.

“No Armando as in your new teammate so show him the ropes and treat him as such,” she corrects before turning on her heels to return to her desk.

“Hey I’m Kelly, and over there with the guns is Rafe. By the computers is Dorn and next to him is our other rookie, Y/N,” Kelly introduces pointing to each of you respectively.

Giving you all a slight head nod, he follows Kelly as she begins showing him around the facility.

“Who’s Armando? From what Rafe said, sounds like you guys have history,” you ask Dorn, looking around to make sure your new teammate wasn’t around to hear you talking about him.

“And you would be correct,” he begins with a sigh. “Long story short, he was a person of interest for us during an investigation until some turn of events involving Detective Lowry.”

“I see..” Slowly nodding your head, you turn back to the screen in front of you continuing your work. Still on his tour, you notice him glance your way out of the corner of your eye before shifting his attention back to Kelly as if nothing happened, as soon as you look in his direction.

Although you had yet to talk to him, you could tell his personality was quiet yet intense. Like he wouldn’t easily let anyone in and if you were lucky enough to break down one wall, there was probably 10 more you had to get through. More than likely he wasn’t too thrilled about being on a team either, which would definitely make his time here interesting.

Two years later after a handful of missions and assignments, your predictions couldn’t be more right. He was quiet with pretty much everyone at first, that is until Rafe starting puffing his chest out one day.

“Oye, you might want to calmaté with the big boss act before you get knocked down,” he spoke during one of your combat trainings. Smooth yet a bit menacing, you knew he meant business.

“And who’s gonna do that?”

Shrugging, he places his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants making a noise with his mouth as if he was thinking.

“I don’t know, maybe me? I’d even put my money on her honestly,” he answered tilting his head in your direction.

“East boys, stop showing your feathers. Plus he has a point Rafe, we all know Y/N could definitely take you out,” Rita adds, breaking the tension and making Dorn, Kelly, and even Rafe, softly laugh.

Not to toot your own horn or anything, but she was right. Yea you might’ve spent most of your time helping with tech, but when it was time for action, no one could touch you.

Being an excellent fighter himself, that usually left you and Armando partners for missions, like the one you were currently on. However being partners didn’t really change his quiet nature. The only time he would really talk to you was about an assignment or if someone else needed you for something.

You honestly didn’t think much of it though knowing how he was. Coming back from the current assignment though, he did something no one could have predicted.

“Where were you?!,” he yelled as you both entered the surveillance truck. “We kept calling you and you wouldn’t answer!”

“Sorry, I was a little busy getting hulk smashed into the wall,” you answer holding your back. “Dorn I got the flash drive and broke through the first firewall while I was inside, but there’s another one I didn’t have enough time to get through.”

“On it, thanks!”

“Next time answer when someone calls,” Armando mumbles walking pass you to reload his gun.

“Sure thing dad.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Relax it was just a joke. What’s your problem?!”

“Right now you!”

“Hey! Armando, Y/N enough! I don’t know what’s going on between you two but get it together and fast!,” Rita yells, the rest of the crew looking back and forth between the three of you to see what would happen next.

Shaking his head, he goes back to his gun as you scoff, sitting down next to Dorn to see what he’s come up with.

———

“What is it?!,” your boyfriend, Wes, frustratedly greets.

“And hello to you too. Is everything ok?,” you ask, back at your usual spot in front of the computer screen searching files.

“Yea it’s fine, just busy with work.”

“Oh ok, well do you want me to call bac-?”

“Listen I don’t have time to talk, I’ll just see you later,” he quickly answers, hanging up before giving you a chance to say goodbye.

“Novio still being a di-?,” Armando speaks, your backs towards each other from him being at computer behind you.

“1. Watch your mouth and 2. He had a lot of work to do so he’s just stressed. And way to eavesdrop on my private conversation!”

“Seems like he’s stressed everyday from the way he talks to you. And I wasn’t eavesdropping, you’re the one having a phone call in the middle of the office.”

“Whatever.” Searching for possible locations of a suspect, all that can be heard in the room is the light clicks from you typing on the keyboard.

“You deserve better Mari,” he replies, his rich Mexican accent breaking the moment of silence between the two of you.

“Is he serious right now?!,” you thought turning around in your seat looking at the back of his head.

“So first you get mad at me for not answering when you guys called and now you’re trying to have a say in who I date?! Last time I checked you’re not my dad!”

“I know I’m not and I’m not trying to be! I’m just saying-,”

“And I’M just saying that I’m a grown adult who can handle herself so thanks but I’ll ask for your help when I need it. Oh and you know my name so I don’t understand why you’re calling me Mari.”

Turning around to face you, you’re met with deep brown eyes that instantly had you in a trance. Although he was so tough, and at times intimidating, they looked so soft and inviting making you wish you could stay that way for a while longer.

“Mari is short for Mariposa, or butterfly. On one hand, it’s a graceful, beautiful creature that can bring light and happiness. But according to the butterfly effect, can also come with deadly consequences,” he finishes looking just as deep into your eyes as you were his.

“Hey can one of you print some-,” Kelly starts to ask before seeing both of you quickly return to the way you were sitting, of course causing an eyebrow to rise as she began wondering what could’ve been going on.

“Yea I got it just send it to me,” Armando replied.

“Will do,” she smirks making eye contact with you donning a look that said “you guys did/were about to do something and I want to know everything,” before backing out of the door.

“Like I said Mari you deserve better.”

“Hmm and let me guess, warning me somehow calms your conscience knowing you’ve done the same?”

“I’ve done some messed up things Y/N, but none of them included mistreating my girl,” he answers momentarily looking down at your lips before turning around to collect all of his stuff to leave.

“Night.”

“Goodnight,” you answer as he walks out the door, backpack hanging from one shoulder. Still collecting your thoughts about what just happened, Kelly walks through the door just as he leaves locking it then putting the key in her pocket.

“Alright spill what happened or you’re never leaving this room,” she states sitting next to you and giving you a much needed laugh for the day.

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baebeyza · 4 years

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Wait, did I actually make a Beast Wars II rant??? Well, that’s what’s under the cut! ~ Though it aint even a rant, just my thoughts, a little review.

Plot: This is the show I call aimed at kids more than any other show I’ve seen. And with kids I mean toddlers. And it’s not just the lighthearted tone, it’s also in the story structure: If you wanted to tell the plot of Beast Wars II, you could prolly tell it in 10 episodes. But the show has 44 episodes. Meaning there is a lot of stuff that does not further the plot. In fact, the actual plot doesn’t even start until half way through the show. The first half introduced a few character groups, which are important to the plot later on. But each of these groups had multiple episodes for them, which didn’t even matter at the end, even when the episodes themselves had some decent story. So looking at the show as a whole, I’d say it has a...decent plot. Compact, makes sense, has some nice things. But there was barely any real sense of escalation, no real excitment most of the time and the stakes were never framed as high, So as an adult, this show was a little hard to get through, but it’s not the fault of the show, it’s simply a show for toddlers who just wanna watch some robots do funny stuff. 6/10, but not the show’s fault

Characters: Heroes: Lio Convoy and Lio Junior: Good characters, had an arc, had a nice dynamic, cute scenes towards the end. Lio Junior craved a parent figure, which Lio Convoy wasn’t ready to serve as, prefering to be seen as Junior’s commander. But at the end he finally called Junior his son, so SWEET! <3 Lio Convoy was a really nice Optimus Prime, team dad and all, and Lio Junior, while I can see him being frustrating, has some nice development. So those I really like, that worked for me :D (Also I really liked Lio Junior’s voice actress, she did a really good job!) Apache: One episode exploration of his deal. Thinking he’s too weak and incompetent for Lio Convoy, but I guess he gets over that. Reminded me of G1 Ironhide. Bighorn: Sentimental hothead. Diver: Careful guy, had one episode beef with Bighorn which never got touched upon again. Tasmanian Kid: The annoying teen. Had more to do in the movie, where he related to Lio Junior and begged the others to show some sympathy for the young boi. Scuba: The cool one who saves the day Skywarp: Doesn’t like elephant puns Santon: Makes elephant puns Yeah that’s all. Most them are utterly boring and have no interesting dynamics or scenes whatsoever, which is a damn shame. The heroes of a show being the worst part of it. Don’t hate any of them either, which makes it worse - hating them would mean they actually DID something meaningful to make me hate them. (PS: Lio Junior, Skywarp and Santon combine to Magnaboss) Insectrons: First seen as villains, these bots were simply peeps living on Gaia and wanted the heroes to be gone and not disturb their peace, but lately joined them against the Destrons. I can’t remember them all, but I liked Scissor Boy, he was adorable ~ Jointrons: Characters I HATED and LOATHED when it was about them, but somehow, SOMEHOW, they grew on me. They are totally obnoxious, annoying, have a weird speech pattern, are prolly offensive mexican stereotypes, cause problems all the time and don’t learn shit. And YET...I couldnt hate them much, because they had some sincerity, they had fun being themselves and they had some goddamn FRIENDSHIP! (which cannot be said about the heroes). I even grew to like their annoying speech and was delighted whenever they showed up again ~ They can also combine, but I can’t spell the name of the combiner. Destrons, bad guys: Galvatron: Awesome, best guy, good boss, prolly hugs his soldiers off-screen, gives credit, dynamic with Megastorm could have been done better, but the end of their arc was actually really damn cute <3 He’s evil in a way where he thinks it’s all for the better, which works for the toddlers this show is aimed at I guess. Also we need more pink dragons! Megastorm (later Gigastorm): Galvatron’s younger brother and The Starscream, tries multiple times to get rid of Galvatron, but they eventually get some good brotherly moments at the end, which I digged. The general idea was that he’s a bratty, brown-nosed loud-mouth younger brother with Galvatron around, but shows his true, cruel colours without him. And while the concept worked at first, I found it sad that he became more pathetic as the show went on, without ever being a real threat again. I can deal with lil shit characters, but I don’t like pathetic you know. Also a disappointment for me - I wasnt a fan of his Gigastorm form! I like FACES! Starscream and BB: Best couple, true friendship, the babes. Starscream was also The Starscream, but towards Megastorm, which was hilarious. Starscream was the flamboyant, vain dude and BB his ever-loyal bodyguard, maybe even lover. They were a highlight, I have to say ~ Their upgrades as Hellscream and Max-B were a little ugly though. Dirge and Thrust: More annoying for the most part, but even they got an episode for themselves that shows a good friendship, and a good relationship to Megastorm. Which is always nice, they got more depth than the heroes at least ~ Later they became Dirgegun and Thrustor. The Autorollers: They had a few episodes for themselves, but I like with the Insectrons, I can’t really recall them. They were the building force of the Destrons. The Seacons: Space pirates who were almost always in beast mode, which I found sad. (again, I like faces). They were nice though as they had a really sweet dynamic - their boss, Half Shell, was really a good leader and always apologized for any mistake, while his crew comforted him. This group also has the only female transformer of the show, and what do they do? Add a love triangle with her loving Scuba and Bighorn loving her. It was as obnoxious and annoying as it sounds. They can combine into God Neptune. Others: Artemis and Moon: These characters who appear in every episode are androids built to guard Gaia after the humans left it. And of course they designed the guardians to be a waifu and a kawaii bunny. One might think they are totally needless to the plot, but especially towards the end their help was needed for the heroes to win, so overall I aint gonna complain about them ~ Artemis is a treasure alone for her love on Starscream (and Scuba) and I will not complain about Starscream thirst :D

#transformers #beast wars ii #BWII #transformer posting #one reason I watched this show was Galvatron because I really love that dude #and other Galvatron fans said he was really sweet here #and he is #though personally I like the G1 Galvatron more #I like G1 Galvy because of his expressive and emotional temper #bwII Galvy didn't have much of that outlandish personality #but he was entertaining either way #just for being a pink dragon #:D

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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girl, you’re trouble | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

AN: i dont love the title but whatever i guess!! let me know ur thots, Thots! ALSO theres a bit of Spanish in this (surprise, the goth gf is actually mexican) so get ur fuckin translators out

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I woke up alone in bed, but I wasn’t alone in the apartment. Just outside the bedroom, in the living room, I heard the sounds of Shawn singing and playing guitar. A smile appeared on my tired face. It’s been a while since I heard that pretty voice. It took me a minute to process what exactly he was belting out, but it must have been new. I’ve heard all of his songs, but this one was unfamiliar to me.

“Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up, but I just can’t

It isn’t in my blood”

With a heavy sigh, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. However, as soon as I extended my arm and tried to stretch, I felt the minor sting of my incisions. I groaned and remained lying where I was, and I waited for Shawn to get all his sad boi feelings out. Good thing I loved hearing him sing.

“Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing

I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something

I could take to easy my mind, slowly”

Okay, that was a direct hit to the feelings I tried so hard to keep tied up in a small box in the back of my mind. I felt small and helpless all over again in a matter of seconds. I had to lie on this bed and stare at the ceiling while I waited for my boyfriend to come and help me sit up. I had to depend on someone else to get by, and I never experienced that. I needed help, and I hated it. I hated being so vulnerable. Crazy how his words could drastically change my mood. And I literally just woke up.

Out of sheer spite (to whom, I don’t know), I dug my elbows into the mattress and attempted to pick up my head and shoulders. I felt the strain below my belly button, where the biggest incision was located, but I still tried to sit up on my own. Then, a sharp pain went through where I was cut into, and I groaned through gritted teeth. I dropped my head back and took a deep breath. I can do this.

Shawn’s guitar playing suddenly stopped. “Honey?”

Okay, I can’t do this.

I took another deep breath and tried to erase the frustration from my face as the door to the room opened. Shawn dashed inside and approached me.

“Are you okay? What happened?” he asked, looking up and down at my body like he was expecting me to be bleeding.

“Nothing, I was just trying to sit up,” I replied monotonously.

“Well, why didn’t you call me? I was just right outside the door.” Without even asking, he leaned down to wrap an arm around my back and moved me into a sitting up position. I felt a bit stupid.

I decided to change the subject. “Was that a new song I heard?”

“Yeah, something that hit all of a sudden,” he said. “What’d you think?”

Carefully, I shifted so my legs hung over the edge of the mattress. “I liked it a lot. I was happy to hear you sing again.”

Now I was able to reach for my phone on the nightstand. I had a new text from my mom, saying that she and my dad landed in Toronto. A deep pit formed in my stomach.

“My parents are in the city,” I said, my eyes widening.

Shawn didn’t reciprocate my nerves. “That’s great! Do they need a ride from the airport?”

“No!” I answered too quickly. “Uh… If you pick them up and I’m not there, they’ll be upset that I didn’t personally welcome them here. And if I do go with you, they’ll freak out because I’m not taking better care of myself post-surgery. Just let them get a Lyft.”

“Okay, then…”

For the first time in weeks, I got myself ready. Yeah, I was in the hospital for a week and a half, but exams season was prior to that event. I had been looking raggedy for a while now. My face was a little sunken in from the dramatic weight drop I experienced from my diet, but I didn’t look Dead dead. I brushed my teeth and straightened my hair, and I felt good about it. Plus, I was glad to discover I still had the skill to almost effortlessly draw on inner and outer wings on my eyes. I mean, I had one eye done successfully...

Shawn was watching me in the bathroom, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face. I pretended to be too busy drawing on my other wing to acknowledge him for about five seconds. The pressure was a bit much.

“Can I help you, my dear?” I asked, finally drawing the outline of my wing.

“You just look so pretty,” he said mindlessly. “And you’re so good at putting on makeup.”

I chuckled. “It’s just eyeliner.”

Then the subject changed. “So… I know I’ve asked, but I still don’t know the answer. What are your parents like?”

I never knew how to answer a question like that without sounding like an ungrateful child. “Um… my mom’s an Aries and my dad is an Aquarius…”

“Babe.”

“My mom’s name is Lucy, and my dad’s name is Ed,” I tried again. “They’ll talk to each other in Spanish if they don’t want people around them to know what they’re saying. A lot of people say I’m a mix of both of them. Uh, they’re swayed by actions and not words. They know you make me happy, so they should be nice.”

“Should?” Shawn repeated. “Uh, okay. Noted. My parents and sister are coming over too. Like, a little bit later. So it’ll be a big happy family time.”

“Fun!”

Oh god. If there was anything in my body, I’d shit myself.

For once, the two of us were dressed in something other than pajamas. I mean, I still had on black sweats, but I had on my black long sleeve with a rose embroidered on the chest. It was nicer than a t-shirt, in my opinion. Plus, it went well with Shawn’s black floral button up and black jeans. His outfit was a bit more colorful, but I was a little giddy that we had an unplanned theme going on.

My parents came over first. I heard the knock on the door and made tense eye contact with my boyfriend. Then, I remembered one last bit to tell him.

“Oh, uh… my father doesn’t appreciate names like Gomez Addams, Alice Cooper, Gene Simmons… y’know what I mean?” I said, snaking my arm around Shawn’s waist so we could walk to the front door.

“Why would I call him that?” he asked, confused.

“It’s just his… aesthetic? Appearance? He’s serious about it, and he doesn’t like people poking fun at it, even if it’s not malicious. Tell that to your family too.”

Shawn nodded, but he still seemed confused. I would have explained more, but another well-timed knock on the door distracted me.

“You can just wait on the couch if you want,” he told me as we strolled through the hallway.

“No, I don’t want you facing them alone.”

It’s cute how he thought I was joking. But I was not leaving him alone as long as my parents were here.

“Oh!” I interjected. “One more thing! Do not mention my birth control or my Prozac. They’ll flip their shit if they find out!”

“Shit, okay…”

When we got to the door, I answered. My mother practically screamed.

“Mija! Mi chiquita!” She hugged me around the shoulders, causing the fuzz from her fluffy pink coat to get in my mouth. For once, she was able to reach my shoulders because she was wearing sparkly, silver wedges.

She leaned back and smiled at me, tears welling up in her dark brown eyes. My mom didn’t exactly look young for her age, but she certainly dressed like it. Under her pink coat, she had a lavender dress on and white tights. Not only that, she had dyed her hair a lighter brown in the time that I had been away from home. It was a surprise, but it suited her.

“Love the hair,” I told her with a smile.

She kissed me on the cheek, leaving behind a pink lip stain. “Thank you, mija. Your hair has gotten really long! And you’ve lost weight!”

There it is.

My father was clad in a black leather jacket, a grey t-shirt and black jeans. He had on a black beanie, which covered his full head of dark hair. Last time I saw him, he was clean shaven, but now he had a decent amount of scruff on his chin. He was as tall as Shawn, but way less muscular. He held out a hand to him, and that was when I noticed his nails were also painted black. Haven’t seen that in a hot minute.

“How ya doing?” he greeted. “I’m Ed, and this is my wife, Lucy.”

Shawn shook his hand and smiled. I could tell he was nervous. “Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out to my mom next, but she pulled him into a hug.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you, honey,” she told him, returning his nervous smile.

“You too.” Shawn was pleasantly surprised by the gesture.

Dad hugged me as tight as Mom did. “Mija. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys,” I told them.

“Ah, it’s about time you do!” Mom said, still smiling.

And comes the first awkward pause of the week.

“Come on in!” Shawn piped up, gesturing for them to go down the hallway. “Living room is down that way. Would you guys like some water?”

“Oh, you sweetheart. Please, if you don’t mind,” Mom told him before following my dad to the living room.

That gave Shawn and I a moment alone as we went into the kitchen. It was a moment to breathe and to process everything. I looked at him, not really sure what to expect. Did he hate them already?

“You didn’t tell me your parents were polar opposites,” he told me quietly as he went to get glasses from the cabinet. “You never told me your dad was a goth.”

“You never asked,” I said, bemused.

“I’ve asked you like ten times!”

We went back to the living room with glasses of water. My mom was quick to stand up and help me sit on the couch.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around so much,” she suggested.

“It’s good for me, trust me,” I replied. I wonder how much mothering I could take before I had it.

“Let me see your scars,” she said, grabbing at my shirt to look at my bandaged incisions. “Are they healing? Do they hurt at all?”

She’s my mom. What could I do? I sent my mildly embarrassed gaze over to Shawn, who was setting the glasses of water down on the coffee table. He only gave me an amused smile.

“Oh, god no!” Dad snapped, turning his head away. He coughed and gagged.

“It’s not that bad,” I told him. “It’s three holes and two lines in my tummy!”

“Nope! I can’t do blood!”

“There’s no blood!”

Mom pulled my shirt back down and sat next to Dad on the other end of the L-shaped couch. “You dress and act so scary but you can’t even look at your daughter’s wounds!”

They began to bicker in Spanish, to which I rolled my eyes at. Shawn sat down next me and we shared a look.

“Just wait,” I told him. “They’ll be done in a second. Then, they’re gonna interrogate you.”

“Great.”

Once my parents got themselves together, they simultaneously turned to us, hands folded in their laps. They moved together like robots sometimes, it was strange. But it worked for them.

“So, mija,” Mom said, “when will you be coming home?”

Oof. An unpleasant thing to talk about.

“Actually…” I trailed off. “I’m gonna be recovering til the middle of August. If I didn’t have these huge cuts under my belly button, I’d be ready to go home next week…”

Mom blinked a few times, like she hadn’t process what I said. Dad, on the other hand… his face fell. Honestly, I wasn’t too happy about this arrangement either.

“When does school start for you?” Dad asked.

“A week after I’m supposed to be recovered,” I replied. “And I have to get my dorm ready, and my professors will start setting assignments that month. Not to mention, I still have a job.”

“So you can go to work, but you can’t come home?” Mom’s warm, loving facade now vanished. Her face went hard and cold, and her eyes were daggers.

“My job isn’t that far from here,” I told her. “And I’m sitting at a desk most of the time. Trust me, I wanna go home too, but the doctor said-”

She cut across me. “The doctor said you stay con tu pinche novio, verdad? No quieres dejar ese chamaco? No quieres ver tu familia porque ya tienes novio!”

My dad gently placed his hands on her shoulders and quietly spoke to calm her down. It wouldn’t do any good, because now I was angry, and I talked back.

“Él no es chamaco! Me está cuidando, y estoy muy agradecido que me deje quedarme aquí! Sin él, hubiera estado sin hogar y varado! Ma, el doctor me dijo que no puedo viajar asi!” I raised my voice, causing Dad to hold up a warning finger.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that!”

“Pues, claro que no quieres viajar! How convenient!” Mom snapped. “Quieres quedarte con ese guey, no me mientas.”

My dad looked at my startled, confused boyfriend. “Listen, Shane-”

“Shawn,” I corrected, folding my arms.

“Sorry. Shawn. I’m sure you’re a nice guy,” Dad continued, “but we don’t know enough about you. We don’t know if this is a safe enough place for our daughter.”

Shawn sat up. “I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know, sir.”

“Nos va a mentir,” my mom spoke, looking at my dad with wide eyes. “Nos dirá que queremos oír.”

Normally, I would have kept at the Spanish, but I was over it now. Especially in front of my English speaking boyfriend. “Just give him a chance, Ma!”

Dad gave me a look like I was crazy. “Mija… she’s not wrong.”

I ignored him and turned to Shawn. “They’ve been here all of ten minutes and they already think you’re a liar. They think you’re forcing me to stay here or something.”

“Hey, we did not say that!” Mom pointed a manicured finger at me.

“It’s gonna lead to that! You’re always going to the worst case scenario!”

“Well, you’re still sick! He could leave or kick you out!”

Shawn spoke up. “Um… with all due respect, I wouldn’t do anything like that. I care so much about your daughter, I wouldn’t even think about leaving her like this, especially since…” He paused and glanced at me once. “I already knew how I felt about your daughter, but her time in the hospital made it even more clear. I love her… so much. All I wanna do is make sure she’s okay and healthy. And I wanna make her happy, too.”

That was all… the sweetest shit ever. But my mother still had a skeptical look on her face. My dad had his eyes narrowed, but he spoke next.

“I can see that. She told us that you slept at the hospital, saw her through to her surgery. Even before that, you stayed despite her health issues. I think that’s a good man.”

My faith was restored and shattered again with every word. “Despite my health issues?” I repeated.

“Ay, mija,” Mom said with a sigh, “you of all people should know how much of a hassle it is to deal with your sickness.”

“Well, Shawn doesn’t see me as someone who’s sick. He never has.”

“It’s really no hassle,” he added. “If anything, she pushes me to eat better.”

“And I only get sick if I eat the wrong thing. Most of the time, I’m fine.”

Mom scoffed. “You were in the hospital. Obviously, you did something wrong!”

Heard those words before… every time I was in the bathroom at my parents’ house. It was my fault. I felt defeated, so I sat back and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was hard to keep my body relaxed when I was so tense and frustrated. Of course, my silence prompted my mom to keep talking… to Shawn.

“As a child, whenever she got mad, she told us she was going to run away to Canada,” she recalled with a chuckle. “And she did! She got a scholarship offer from UCLA, but she chose to run here instead.”

I didn’t run away. I chose the place I actually applied to, and it was Toronto.

“How was I supposed to look after her? What would happen if she got sick?”

I got sick here, and it was handled. I knew how to handle my own burdens. Part of being chronically sick is learning to live with it. Part of it was always being seen as sick to some people. That happened whether you want it to or not.

“Aside from that,” Dad added, “we were also worried about the type of person she might end up with. She’ll pick whoever she picks, obviously. We just don’t wanna see her with someone who’ll influence her the wrong way. I’m sure she’s told you, but she’s had some rough relationships in the past.”

Shawn nodded. “Oh yeah. I know all about Luca.”

“Who’s Luca?”

God fuckign-

Keeping secrets from my parents was not allowed when I lived with them. It was hard trying to find privacy, much less ask for it. If I wanted to keep something for myself, then I was hiding something and that was bad. I couldn’t even keep a journal without worrying that they’ll read it behind my back. They were always able to get stuff out of me anyway… because they’re my parents, and they want to help, and I can only trust them and no one else. They did everything for me, the least I could do was reveal personal information so they knew every little thing that was going on with me.

Don’t even get me started on how offended they would get if I didn’t want to talk about certain things. I wanted time to sit with my depression when it started happening, only for my parents to literally ground me because I kept it from them. My mom was upset because I didn’t tell her about Shawn from the moment I laid eyes on him. So when I told them that I did not want to talk about my past thing with Luca, they weren’t exactly thrilled.

Thankfully, Shawn’s family finally made it over. That meant that my parents had to put on their civil customer service attitudes. Anyway, I finally met Shawn’s dad and sister, Manny and Aaliyah. I was still in a physical state I didn’t want to be in, but this was much better than when I was on morphine and hitting on my boyfriend.

Within minutes, our parents were bragging about their kids. Not in a way where they were trying to one up each other, more like they were proving their kids were good together. My mom let go of some of her skepticism as Karen gushed about her son. Karen also brought up that she was at the hospital with me, which started up that conversation.

“Okay, mija,” Mom said, looking at me. “How bad was this infection? I couldn’t understand the texts you sent me.”

“Before or after the surgery?” I asked.

“Pues, los dos.”

I spent about twenty minutes explaining the infection, the antibiotics, and the trip to the emergency room.

“So what happened? Why did you get that infection?” Dad asked.

“She stopped taking care of herself,” Mom answered for me. “I’m assuming you and your vato go out a lot. ¿Están comiendo pura basura, verdad?”

“No es cierto!” I argued, but I had to remember the other witnesses in the room. “Sometimes, these things just happen. I was really upset to that I spent so much time taking care of myself, only to end up having surgery. But everything went well. The surgery was successful, and I’m okay.”

I could still see fire in my mother’s eyes, but she held her tongue. It was just another argument to be had later. It was a little embarrassing, having Shawn’s family witness the tension and underlying rage. The only person who seemed entertained by it was Aaliyah.

“And after the surgery?” Dad asked, gesturing for me to continue. “You had another infection?”

“Just on the incision,” I replied. “That was take care of with antibiotics.”

“That’s not what your texts said.”

“Huh?”

Now, I remember sending my parents updates on my condition, despite the fact that they were without their phones literally the entire time I was in the hospital. I knew I sent them the text about having a surgical site infection.

Shawn spoke up, his voice soft. “Honey…”

I turned to him, but he was looking at the floor now. His jaw was clenched, like he was holding something back. He was silent long enough for his mom to speak up.

“You did have an infection, yes,” she said, “but that was a few days after… The day after your surgery, you went into shock. They found out you were hemorrhaging, and they took you into the OR again. If they didn’t catch it when they did, you could have died.”

I only stared silently, my mouth half open. My mom gasped and clutched her chest, horrified. Dad was rubbing his hands together, trying to process what was spoken. Aaliyah had her mouth wide open, like the greatest tea was being spilled. Manny and Shawn were both looking down at the floor.

“Holy crap,” Aaliyah whispered, breaking the silence.

“Why did nobody tell me this?” I finally asked.

“The fever and the drugs made you delirious,” Shawn explained, picking his head back up. “They told you, but you probably don’t remember. Sometimes you didn’t even recognize me. And I sent most of the texts to your parents. Figured they would want to know.”

Every word was like a hammer to my chest. Now that I was thinking about it, my hospital memories were fuzzy. If there was something I did remember, it was my boyfriend sitting at my bedside for days. Also, his nightmares made a lot more sense now. It was my fault.

It’s all my fault.

That night, I lied awake. Again. Shawn frequently thrashed and yelled in his sleep. I found myself wondering if I would actually wake up again.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #fourtristattoosspring #shawn x goth gf #im not gonna lie........ i dont love this chapter #it play differently in my head #and the original draft was a disaster #and i didnt even hit all the points i wanted to get at with her parents #but things need to keep going bc it only gets more intense from here!!!!#but also!!!!#i feel like i havent written enough fluffy shit abt goth gf feelin her mushy feelios for mr sunshine over there!!!!!!!!!#and things are gonna get....... intense!!!!!!!!#FUCK!#whatever here it is take her as she is!!!!!!

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queennicoleinboots · 5 years

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I Hate This Planet, part 2

She shrugged. "Thank you. I have to make arrangements for Jamie's care while I am off this planet," she said as she left the room.

Jasper laughed. "Great! We have a deal. Now let me get back to work," he said.

Will do," I said as I chuckled and hung up the phone.

"Please do. Jamie drives me fucking nuts!" Godiva said as she walked away.

"Jamie drives me fucking nuts, too!!! Always has ever since I was fucking conceived. There hasn't been one goddamn day of my life that he hasn't irked me in some shape or form. FUCK," Peter said as he slapped his monitor. "I'd like to throw this computer out of the window of the ship as soon as I leave this PIECE OF SHIT PLANET!!!!!" He sung the word, "planet."

"Would you like to design the website before or after you leave the planet?" I asked.

"AFTER," Peter said with a smile. "But not before my novel drives me completely bat shit CRAZY! Who knew a Wizard of Oz spoof would be so hard to write! What the fuck?!"

"As you yell randomly every day of your life, Peter, writing is hard man!" I answered.

"You got that right. Damn it all to hell. Nothing ever goes as you plan it. Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" Peter yelled as he threw his hands in the air repeatedly.

I agreed with that statement more than ever. So I said "Fuck it," finished my job there, and attempted to see Mr. Williamson.

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I was trying to figure how I was going to ask him to join us on our intergalactic journey the fuck out of here. I had to tell him that Pain-in-the-ass Peter, Joke-ridden Joebear, and Jaded Jasper were going to be on the ship with me. I also had to tell him about the animals and Gentle Godiva.

I heard a car coming up his driveway. All seemed normal until I heard Mr. Williamson yelling, "Yes! I can carry a leaning tower of food! I'm not weak. I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM!!!!"

My ears perked up before I saw Jewel, his angry wife, walk past me to and try to find her house keys.

"Hey Zara. How are you? I'm sorry. Today has been too much. My husband assumed I was picking on him. I'm just trying to help," she said as she was exasperated.

"I know the feeling. My husband AND my pain in the ass boss treat me the same way," I said.

"Hey, Mr. Williamson, do you need help with the food. It's leaning over," Ted the Alligator asked.

"No! I don't need help! I know it's leaning. I can feel it's leaning! I've been carrying food all my life! I can walk, run, jump, skip, carry food, AND do math!" Mr. Williamson yelled as he carried the food without assistance with no trouble at all.

I cracked up and held my abdomen.

"Oh dear, here we go," Jewel said as she rolled her brown eyes behind square-framed glasses as she struggled to find the house keys.

Mr. Williamson was walking toward us. "I have a vision problem! I have a vision problem! I don't have a mental problem! I don't have a physical problem! I can lift weights, move objects, carry 100 pounds, I've been carrying food all my life! NO I DON'T Need help carrying my food!" he continued to rant.

I continued to laugh hysterically and began rocking back and forth. Among Jasper, Joebear, Peter, and Mr. Williamson, I lost five pounds while laughing that day. Jewel turned her head to the side and grinned as she tried not to laugh. Ted was cracking up as he followed Mr. Williamson.

"I could do more than you can!" Mr. Williamson yelled as he walked toward the front door. "I'll even open the front door! I can do that! I can withstand the wind! I'm not going to get knocked over if someone tries to push me over. I use my cane because I have a VISION problem!!!!"

Ted rolled on the ground and laughed. Jack the Crocodile came around the corner and looked confused.

"What's going on?" Jack the Crocodile asked.

"I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM! And I could open the front door if I had the keys. Jewel, the keys should be in the left pocket of your purse! I can remember things. I'm not disabled! I HAVE A VISION PROBLEM!!!!" Mr. Williamson ranted.

"Answers my question," Jack said as he laughed.

Jewel fished through her purse and found her keys. "There they are! You're right, Brandon," she said with a smile as she handed him the keys.

He took the keys and unlocked the door. "Good Jesus! I can use keys to open doors. Hell, I can HOLD THE DOOR OPEN for you, too!" He continued to rant.

I continued to laugh as I walked in the door. "Thank you, Mr. Williamson."

"I'm not going to fall if someone SHOVES ME!" He continued before acting like he was falling. "I can stand on my own two feet!"

Jewel walked through the door and cracked up.

He closed the door behind us and continued, "I'm sorry. It's just overwhelming dealing with people asking me if I need help all the time."

"I can imagine," I said with a laugh.

"Anyway, how are you?" he asked.

"Ugh. Stressed out about Peter as usual. He is such a spoiled brat. But Jasper is building a space ship to get my small group of friends off of this planet. The problem is, Peter wants off the planet because he is stressed out about his dad. So, Peter is paying $200 to Jasper to get on the ship while he is tied up. Joebear is also coming along because he is stressed out about the government shutdown. Would you like to come along?" I said.

"YES! I'm stressed out about people THINKING I'M DISABLED!" he yelled.

Ted burst through the door. "Can we come? I'm stressed out about Cody, my arch nemesis?"

Jack followed him and said, "Please? I'm stressed out the Democratic party not letting Trump build a wall to keep out Mexicans who can't climb."

"Sure! It would be fun to torture Peter. You guys can bite Peter's toes and fingers," I said.

Mr. Williamson laughed. "Hey Jewel. I'm leaving Earth soon. Want to join?"

"Are you crazy?! I ain't leaving Earth. You can go, but I'm staying here. Send a post card," she answered.

"Okay, I will, dear," Mr. Williamson said.

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After I finished my job with Mr. Williamson, I went to see Jasper. Jasper was banging on the gigantic space ship he was building in his backyard. He was grunting and pounding the metal.

"Fuck you, Wynona! Even when you're dead, you're a pain in my ass! I can't delete evidence that you existed. Thirty-five years of torture! What a waste! Bullshit!" he screamed as he built his space ship.

Wynona was his wife for 35 years of agony. This was the same woman who sung "Where the fuck is the corn?" in Publix a year ago before a disgruntled mail carrier ran her over in her own living room. Many bad memories were revolved around her and her living room.

Murphee, Jasper's black lab, Irish setter, and chow mix, sung opera to alert Jasper of my coming. "Figaro Figaro Figaro! She is here, Jasper!"

"Thank you, Murphee," he said as he continued to beat the metal into submission. "Get the fuck on there, you piece of shit. I have to get the fuck out if here!"

"Hello Jasper," I said as I cracked up.

"Hey Xara. Can you hand me that drill? I can't get this screw into this hole. Always some bullshit," Jasper spoke.

I handed him the drill. "I appreciate this, Jasper," I said.

"Well, as much as I'd like to be myself, I figured I'd make some space bucks by having you and your friends come along. If it were just you and me, it would be free, but I know how much you like having other assholes around," he said before he drilled the screw into the metal.

"True. My life would feel empty if I weren't causing pain and suffering to others," I said as I observed Jasper building the chassis for the space ship.

"That's true," he said. "Your friends are fucked up. At least all I would have to deal with is your friends. Not the rest of assholes."

"My friends are the biggest assholes in the world. You're a complete asshole. Peter is a total asshole. Joebear has his asshole moments. Mr. Williamson can be an asshole at times. Ted and Jack are assholes, too," I said.

"Who the fuck are Ted and Jack?" he asked as he was playing blacksmith with one of the metal panels of the ship.

"An alligator and a crocodile, respectively," I said.

"What?! Why am I letting an alligator and a crocodile on my space ship?" Jasper asked with an exasperated sigh. "That's suicide!"

"Nah. They are civil to everyone except Peter," I said.

"Fuck Peter. Let them on for free!" Jasper said loudly.

Murphee walked over to us and started talking, "What? Dad! You can't let large reptilian beasts on our ship! That's ridiculous! We're trying to get away from dumb shit like that!" He growled.

"The hell I can't. If Peter is coming along, so are they!" Jasper said.

"Damn. I guess they are coming. I can't resist Peter's sexy smell. I don't know how Tug doesn't constantly hump his legs," Murphee said.

"At least I get to see Peter get tortured by swamp beasts," Jasper said.

"Always a pleasure to see," I said.

Jasper laughed. "Any time Peter is being tormented, I'm a happy guy!" he said as he was building the ship and grinning widely.

All of a sudden, one of the parts of ship broke off into a million pieces.

He walked over and just stared at it. All of a sudden, he let out a blood-curdling scream.

I jumped back.

"I have to reorder the part! I have to reorder the part! Okay! Okay! Okay!" Jasper stared at the pieces with wide eyes and was hyper ventilating. "It was an expensive part, too."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry. I take it the venture off this planet will be delayed?" I asked.

"YES!!!!! It's always something!!!!" Jasper yelled. "You know what?! I'm going to go to my computer and order that part again. Then once I order the part, I am going to destroy my already rotting pool deck." Jasper had a frustrated grin on his face as he went to his computer.

We searched for the part online. Jasper kept saying, "Nope!" and shaking his head because he couldn't find the right part. Murphee barked and panted periodically. I pet Murphee and playbeat him.

While Jasper was saying "Nopenopenopenope!!!" and slamming his fist into the computer desk periodically, Murphee and I playfully wrestled.

When Jasper finally found the part, he said, "Son of a bitch! Only the Czech Republic makes these parts!!! I GUESS I'LL ORDER FROM THERE!!!!"

As he was ordering, he was saying, "Okay! Okay! Okay!' repeatedly.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"Two fucking weeks! I gotta wait two fucking weeks! Okay! Let's order this goddamn part!" he said as he ordered the part.

When he finished the order, he turned off his computer and had a frustrated smile plastered on his face. "I'm going to chop holes into my pool deck now so that I don't go on a murdering spree!" he announced.

"And I'll just do my job..." I said.

At that point, Jasper and I went our separate ways and were hoping we could get off this planet sooner than later.

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angelynrostrand · 5 years

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Chapter 9

Summary: To the outside world, nothing should connect shy girl Angel Monroe and popular boy Xavier Hazelwood. But that isn't entirely true. They both hold secrets. Behind both of them lie 2 separate wolf packs. Xavier is well on his way to Alpha status and running the pack. Angel is not a wolf but instead the last healer in the world. When the realization comes forward that they are connected by destiny, will they decide to fulfill it? Is their connection predetermined by fate or will they choose their hearts? Lives and packs cross and mingle while romance and conflict brews. The story of 2 opposite souls on a collision path. Will destiny win out? Even the most innocent face, has the darkest secrets.

Word Count: 3,139

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Both Trevor and Jesus were right. After a heavy meal and a normal 10 hours of sleep, I felt so much better but Xavier was still in the back of my mind. I shower thinking it would wash any thought of him. Nope. It didn’t work. I guess working at the infirmary caused me to forget about Xavier. I was too busy and occupied to cry over him. Now that I have the rest of the week off, I can only think about him. How I am a terrible person for lying to him. At school, I make sure I walk a different route so we don’t have to exchange any awkward glares. Brandon has been amazing. He calls or texts me making sure I amok. I think I really scared him when I almost passed out the other day.

“You know he misses you,” Brandon says as he helps me with collecting fruit from my trees.

“I doubt it.” I carry my basket around. Lucky for me I can talk to Brandon and use him for muscle. After all the lies, I don’t even like me. I don’t like the person I have been lately.

“Angel you are his mate. He misses your presence and he has just been grumpy for the past couple of days. So get back together so I can have my friend back to normal. I need this more than you do.” He says with his hand over his chest like if he was in pain. “Trust me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can we please talk about something else?” I don’t feel right talking about Xavier with one of his friends.

“Fine, but my question is what are you going to do with all this fruit?” He is holding 2 buckets and I have one cute basket.

“I normally give it to my pack and their families. But since you helped so willingly,”

“You made come.” He cuts me off. We make our way to the back kitchen to clean them.

“Ya but you still came.” We laugh together. “I thought you and your family might want some.”

I place them in a recycle bag and handed them back to him. “Thank you. I know my mom and dad will love fresh fruit.” I walk him to his car and thank him once again for helping. “You know tomorrow is Friday?”

“Yes…?” What does he have in mind?

“Well, Jordan and I have a basketball tomorrow. Can you come?”

“Wait you guys play?” I believe Brandon but Jordan? Really?

“Yes I know I am amazing at every sport and Jordan may look uninterested in sports but he is good. Our father is a big basketball fan so he is pleased that both of his sons are on the team.”

“Do you guy use your wolf speed and strength during the game.?” I ask.

“Maybe. Sometimes. Yes, we do.” He gives up. I laugh from his effort. “Would you please come?”

“I will think about it.”

“I am going to accept that as a yes.”

On Friday morning, I still have a lot of fruit leftover. I’ll just leave a basket for the front office ladies. I make my way through the front doors when the twins stop me.

“Hello. How are you? Still, have more to give out?” Brandon asked.

“Ya, I was going to leave some for the office ladies.”

“Also thank you, Angel, for the fruit. Our mom really appreciated it. So did I.” Jordan says as he holds up one of the oranges in his hands.

“I am glad. Nice uniforms.” They are both dressed in blue and yellow basketball shirts.

“Thank you.” They both said at the same time. “Are you coming. It starts at 6 in the main gym.” Jordan asks. I couldn’t answer do to another voice yelling at the twins.

“Hey, McGuire next time wait for me to park the car so we can…” Xavier stops talking when he sees me behind the twins. Their tall bodies were able to hide my figure. “Oh Angel, I didn’t see you there.”

I can do this. “It’s fine…” We all stay in an awkward silence. “I should get going. I need to hand these out.” I lift the basket. “I see you guys later,” I say to the twins.

“Wait are you coming tonight?” Brandon asked.

“Ya, I’ll see you there.”

“Wait, Angel… Wait up.” Xavier speed walks towards me. “Can we please talk? I was an idiot. I know my temper can get the best of me, but let’s just talk.”

“No, not here. Not today.” I had just started to feel better. “I am busy.” I walk to the front office lady. “Hello, I have fresh fruit. Is it ok if I leave it here? It is for anyone who may want some.”

“Yes, of course, dear. Thank you.” She says. I nod and walk to my first class, now with Xavier by my side.

“Angel let’s just talk after school.” I look deep into his eyes. The last time I saw those beautiful brown eyes they were in pain and red from crying.

“I can’t I’m going to the twin’s game. Plus I have patients to worry about when I get home.” That was a lie. I know by now Jesus is healthy. I shake my head no. I need to stay strong. “I have class. Sorry.”

But before I could go to any outing I need my father’s agreement. I know it will be difficult to get. I have to go. I already agreed to go and I don’t want to disappoint the twins. They seem to be excited, more Brandon than Jordan. But that’s because we spend more time together. It was surprising to see Jordan in color. He normally wears black on black. Xavier has the type of casual and simple style. But yet he could be a model, especially with his tall stature. He normally wears different shades of blue and green. I am more a sundress girl. I like loose and flowy outfits with floral design. I was interrupted in my fashion analysis by my classmate Sage. She is in my English and Art class. She is my new desk partner.

“Angel I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation but are you also going to the game?” She asks.

“Yes, I am. Are you?” Making friendly conversation for once.

“Ya. My gym teacher is one of the coaches. He said if we go we can get extra credit.” She says while wrapping her colored dyed hair around her pencil. This month her hair is red. We always have a class together because we both take a lot of AP and honors classes. I was able to experience her pink, blue, purple and now red hairstyle. “So do you want to go together? We don’t have to suffer too much.” She smiles.

“Ya, I would like that.” We exchange numbers by switching our phones to each other. Now I don’t have to sit and watch the game by myself. Sage has always been nice to me and I never returned the favor. This could be a little thank you offer.

At the end of class we both said “Bye.” and “I’ll see you later tonight.” “Text me.” Sage has the grunge style like Jordan but she is so much sweeter than how she looks. Now I really need to convince my father to let me go to the game.

I gather all my courage and knock heavily on his door. “Come in.” I open to find my brother and my father frustrated expression.

“Hello father, can I talk to you. Do you have a minute?” He nods and I continue to talk. “Wait what is going on? Is everything alright?”

“Father tell her…” Is it that bad enough my Alpha, my brother, isn’t brave enough to say it?

“We lost them. The men who attacked us. They are gone. No trace of scent or paw prints. Nothing. They are still out there.”

Whenever they are mentioned my brother seems to lose his ability to speak. It is a sensitive topic for him. He saw our mother murdered in front of him when he was 8 years old. Back then, mother told him to protect me. I was only an infant and he shielded me from watching the murder scene. He ran to my father with me in his arms.

“But it is nothing for you to worry about. They don’t know about your abilities only our pack. And it must stay that way.” My father says, reassuring me to not tell anyone. Especially Xavier and his pack. “Is there anything you need?” He says, coming back to the reason why I am here.

“Ya. I was wondering if I can go to the basketball game?”

Even though my father isn’t Mexican he must ask: “Who are you going with? Why? What times does it start? Where?” He must have gotten that from mom.

“I'm going with my friend Sage she is in my class. We are going for extra credit.” I use Sages same excuse. “It starts at 6 pm and it’s a home game.”

“No. Sorry you cannot go.”

“Father, please. I already told Sage I would go. Please.”

“No. Sorry it is still dangerous with them out there.”

“Brother. Please. Help.” I redirect to Eric.

“Sorry, father is right.” He is testing my patience. He notices my desperation and says, “But what if she goes with a bodyguard? Like one of the warriors?”

“I will agree to that. You can go out if you have one of the warriors.” My father says crossing his arms.

I am not going to fight with my luck. I think this is going to be the best I can get. “Can I at least pick who it is?”

“Fine.” I hug him and thank him multiple times. I also hug Eric for not leaving me hanging. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Jesus Mendoza?” The same patient that I healed. He is kind and we are good friends.

“That is fine. I will call for him. I am going to talk to him. You need to finish your homework before you go to the game.” I voice my understanding and walk to my room.

I pulled out my phone to text Sage about the third wheel. I just tell her it is a friend. She replies a couple of seconds later saying “That’s fine! The more the merrier!” Sage is always easy going.

I don’t have homework. I don’t count my artwork homework, but I do need to finish it because it is due on Monday. We are practicing pencil shading. We have to pick an everyday object and draw it with a shadow behind it. I chose a simple sunflower. I started to get pencil markings on my hand. With each line I drew, I kept thinking about Xavier. Maybe the sappy love songs in the background are not helping. In the end, it’s unfair to him. I wish I was able to understand this connection bond Xavier and all wolves feel when they found their mates. But then again if I was able to feel it, it would make breaking away from him more painful. He must feel lonely. To be the only one to feel that pain.

A knock wakes me up. Jesus walks in shortly after. “Hey, your father and Alpha Monroe want to talk to both of us. Over dinner.” I nod and clean my mess away. Jesus waits for me by my door so we can both go down together.

“I hope you don’t mind coming with me to a high school game,” I ask as we walk through the hallway and down the stairs.

“I don’t. I bet it will be fun but I know I am not duty. Plus it would better than walking around for 10 miles to make sure the area is safe.”

“Well, then I am glad. I do hope you have fun after the week you had.” Like a true gentleman he opens every door we pass through to get into the informal dining table.

“I must say I am more a football fan, but basketball is a good choice too.” He smiles. We walk in with my family sitting and waiting for our arrival. All the food is already on the table. Jesus pulled my chair out for me to sit.

“Thank you for getting Angel.” My brother says towards Jesus.

“Of course, Alpha.” We all hold hands to pray, then start to eat.

During the meal, my father starts with “I just want this to be a reminder to the both of you. And Jesus I already talked about this with you. I want you guys to have fun but be safe. Angel, you must stay by Jesus. Don’t wander off without telling him where you are going.”

“Of course father.” I feel like a little kid all over again. With my father’s lecture complete, we are able to finish our dinner.

Jesus and I hop in one of my father’s many cars. So unnecessary. Why must he do this? He can’t keep doing this. I won’t allow it when I go to college. Jesus was glad to be able to drive one of my father’s famous cars. I distract myself and text Sage saying we are on our way. She soon replies “Ok! I will be there soon” with a smiley face.

“I want to say thank you,” He says. I give him a confused look. “ When you asked for my request. It caught my commander’s attention. I think after this he will promote me. I am a first-year and I am escorting the Alpha’s sister.” He moves his eye off the road to me and says, “So thank you for the opportunity.” In his most sensitive voice, he says, “Thank you.”

“Jesus you are going to make me cry.” I give him a genuine smile. “Of course, you are the only I trust and feel comfortable to be around. So thank you for being a friend.” I smile. As we were driving the radio played “We Are Young” by Fun. Jesus and I looked at each other with increasing smiles. He turns the volume up and we both swayed or nod to the music. Minutes later we both start singing the chorus. We pull into my school laughing about our terrible singing voices. I laugh and laugh about how crazy we must look to other people passing by. Who are we? Who am I? I am normally the shy and small one. I don’t sing and get rallied up for a basketball game. Going to my first after school event in my senior year. I feel good and free. Not worried about grades, family, the attack, or Xavier. The moment I think his name he notices my presence and I notice him. We catch him like a deer in the headlights. Jesus’s chest is still rising up and down. We are out of breath from both singing and laughing. My chest becomes still and steady, unlike Jesus. But the soon he realized my quiet state and also calms himself. Xavier is confused? Lost? Angry? He just walks away to the main gym.

“Who is that?” Jesus asks as we both unbuckle our seat belts and closed the doors.

“Xavier Hazelwood, my mate.” Jesus whips his head back to my direction as we walked side to side.

“Hazelwood? As in Alpha Lucas Hazelwood’s son? From the Midnight Pack?” He asks.

“Yup.” He must have studied their pack. It is well known by everyone that there are only two packs in one state. Very uncommon. I guess that’s why our packs are always arguing about whose territory it is.

“That explains why you have been different.”

“Different?” I question.

“Lately you have been open and different. Maybe because your secret is out to the pack.”

“Yeah, it is a relief that I don’t have to hide or lie to my own pack. But Xavier doesn’t know so don’t say anything.” I warn him. He nods to agree aggressively and pretend to look intimidating. From me trying to be intimidating. We make it to the ticket booth and pay our way in. Before entering into the gym, I hear my name.

“Angel Monroe?” An older woman asks as she waves for me and Jesus to walk over.

“Yes, that is me. I’m sorry. Who are you?” I have never seen this woman before.

“I’m sorry. I am Grace McGuire.”

McGuire..? “Are you Jordan and Brandon’s mother?” I ask.

She quickly nods. “Yes. I just want to say thank you for all the fruit. It was delicious.”

“It’s nothing. Brandon helped and I had too much to eat.” I smile. Her eyes drift towards my friends. “Oh, I am sorry. This is my friend Jesus,” I whisper, “from my pack. Jesus this is Grace McGuire from the Midnight pack. My friend’s mother.”

“It is nice to meet you.”

“Ya, it is nice to meet you.” They both exchange a handshake. She must be apart of the basketball booster club. I assume so because of her over the top school spirit outfit. What a normal thing to do. Something I admire from the Midnight pack is they do their best to be apart of the community. They try to as normal as possible. They are more modern than my pack who like to be traditional and like to keep a low profile. “I am glad I was able to meet you, but go and get some good seats. I am on duty.” She points at the food table.

“Thank you. Don’t work too hard.” Jesus and I turn around to find seats. We gaze over the crowd to find Sage. “Oh, there she is.” I point out and we walk over.

“Hey Sage, this is my friend Jesus.” I give another introduction. “Jesus this is Sage. Now we are all friends.” I smile.

The loud buzzer made everyone in the gym jump. Including me, it was so foreign to me. This whole situation is foreign to me. I don’t know what to do, unlike Sage and Jesus who were cheering when both teams enter the court. I can see Brandon and Jordan. I waved at them and they look happy to see me. I finally get up and clap to support them. I smile and am ready to see their game. I can hear students on a higher level also yelling. I looked up and notice Xavier was a part of that group. We make eye contact and both of our smiles wipe away. I turn back around. The crowd calms down and we sit down. Let the game begin.

#in an ordinary world #healer #soulmates #writing #werewolf #wolf pack

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urdearestmom · 5 years

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first date (mileven week)

May 2020, Indianapolis, IN

Mike’s dicing an onion for dinner when his daughter interrupts.

“Hey, Dad? Can I talk to you?”

“Of course, anything you need,” he says, looking away from the knife for a second.

Vienna shifts her feet, looking apprehensive. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, loose from the braids she’s had it in all day. “Um…”

Mike can see she’s nervous to tell him whatever it is, so he puts down the knife and pats her shoulder reassuringly. “Whatever it is, I’m not going to be mad. You can tell me.”

The pair stands in the kitchen in silence, interrupted only by Henry tripping down the stairs on his way out to see his girlfriend. He’s been back from college and spending as much time as possible with his family, but of course seeing Elora is a top priority too. Mike sees him give his sister what’s supposed to be an indiscreet thumbs up. Once he’s out the door, Mike turns back to his daughter.

“Anytime this year would be great, Vi.”

She screws her eyes shut and blurts it out. “I’m going on a date tomorrow!”

It’s not really what he was expecting, but then again Mike doesn’t know what he was expecting. Something terrible, probably.

“Okay,” he says. “Where are you going? Do you need a ride? Money?”

Vienna breathes a sigh of relief. “I have my birthday money and we’re going to Castleton Square, so we should be good. Thanks, anyway.”

She’s smiling now and seeing his little girl smile is one of the best things in the world, so Mike smiles too. “You’re growing up fast, sweetpea.”

“You’re cooking dinner awfully slow, daddy-o,” she retorts.

Mike narrows his eyes. “Hmph. No respect in this house. I’d like to see you cook dinner, you teenager.”

Vienna gasps as though she’s been gravely insulted as she lifts three plates from the cupboard and sets them on the table without so much as touching them. “Father!”

It had become a joke before she turned thirteen. Vienna had once proudly stated that teenagers were gross and she didn’t want to be one, ever. Upon having it pointed out to her that being thirteen would make her a teenager, she was horrified and her dad could do nothing but laugh. Her thirteen would hopefully be a walk in the park compared to his…

Once she’s done with the table, Vienna hoists herself onto the island, swinging her legs. Mike’s got to let the onion and garlic brown before he adds the actual food to the pot, so he brings himself to the island too and starts to make a salad. They both occupy the kitchen in companionable silence for a few minutes as Mike washes the lettuce, but once he’s washed and cut it, he turns to her and surveys her.

She looks the same as she always has; slight and petite like her mother used to be before hitting a growth spurt in high school but with all of his features. Dark hair, dark eyes, fair skin, sharp nose, freckles. Even the shape of her jaw is reminiscent of his, although softer around the edges. But she’s bigger now. She’s fifteen. And she’s going on a date.

Mike sighs and moves closer to Vienna to press a kiss to her forehead, pushing her hair back a little.

“You’re going on a date,” he says incredulously. “My little girl is going on her first date.”

Vienna’s nose wrinkles. “I’m fifteen, Dad, not five.”

“Obviously,” he snorts. “When you were five you wanted to marry me, now you’re going on a date with someone else. Who am I? Oh, just your dad, of course!”

“Did I really?”

“Yeah, you had a whole argument with Henry about who loved me more because he said you couldn’t marry your dad,” Mike answers, turning back to the sink to wash some tomatoes.

“I don’t remember that,” Vienna continues.

“Well, you were half-asleep, I wouldn’t expect you to. Ah, the good old days,” he says wistfully. “What happened to the girl who promised she would never leave me?”

“I think that was Mom, not me,” she replies teasingly. Mike doesn’t answer, but Vienna is only quiet for a moment. “What was your first date like?”

Mike raises his brows, snatching up the knife again to slice the tomatoes into the bowl. “Do you mean with your mom or just in general?” He pauses, and his eyebrows crinkle together. “Why did I specify, that was the same date.”

Vienna rolls her eyes. “Yes, we know, you’ve only ever dated one girl and you married her, blah blah. Congrats on finding the love of your life at twelve, if only it was that easy for everyone else.”

“Watch that tone, little miss,” Mike says, mock-threateningly. “Let’s see… I took her to the mall, I think. You know that old mall in Hawkins? Starcourt? That’s the one. It had just opened for the first time…”

How the hell he’d managed to convince Hopper to let him take El out, Mike wasn’t sure. He’d just discovered a new talent for persuasion, apparently. That or El begged. But, here they were. Mike had biked to the new mall on the other side of town and Hopper had driven El there. He would be sitting in the food court in front of Orange Julius intimidating people until five o’clock, which was the time they’d agreed to meet to go home. For now, it was just El and Mike wandering around by themselves for the next three hours.

El was quiet as usual, but Mike could see the wonder in her eyes as she looked at all the bright and colourful displays around them.

“Do you see any stores you like, El?” He asked.

“All of them,” she answered quietly. “They are pretty.”

“Okay,” said Mike, “but any in particular that you want to go into? We won’t have time to visit all of them.”

El looked around for a bit before settling on Sam Goody. “That one,” she said, pointing to it.

“That’s a music store. They sell records and cassettes there.”

“What is a cassette?”

They passed under the hot pink entry and into the bright white light of the store, racks upon racks of vinyls and cassettes laid out before them.

“A cassette is one of these,” Mike explained, picking up a random one to demonstrate. “It does the same thing a record does, only it’s way smaller and cheaper. These can play in cars now if you get one with a cassette player,” he adds.

El nods. Making her way over to a rack of vinyls labelled from C to D, she pointed to a specific one and said, “Hopper has this one.”

Mike raised his eyebrows. Jim Croce. “He would,” is what he said out loud. “Do you want to buy something?”

El shrugged. “Hopper gave me ten dollars?”

“That’s enough, most stuff costs around eight if you buy new, but used records go around five or six,” Mike reassured her, leading her to the new releases section.

“The rest will be… change?” She asked tentatively.

Mike beamed. “You’ve been learning about money?”

El nodded. “Hopper said stealing is bad. We have to pay for things.”

“Well, yeah. You saw those guys at Big Buy when you stole those Eggos during the first week, remember?”

“They wanted me to stop.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were stealing,” Mike said, perusing the vinyls in front of him. “What about this one?”

He held up the new album by Tears for Fears. El blinked at it for a second before taking it in her hands and turning it over. She read the titles on the back, nodding slowly as she reached the bottom of the list.

“I like his hair,” she said, pointing to the guy on the right. “Curly.”

Suddenly, Mike wished his hair was curly. It was more curly lately than it had been his entire life, except for when he was a toddler, but it still wasn’t much. It was more puffy than anything.

“So do you want that one?”

El nodded again, hugging her very first vinyl to her chest. Mike was going to help her pay for it, but she insisted that she could do it herself, so he stood to the side and proudly watched her make her first purchase.

On their way out of the store, El held the bag with her record in it in one hand and laced the fingers of her other with Mike’s, making him turn pink. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him.

He didn’t know what she was thanking him for, but he sure was thankful that she was there with him, safe and happy.

“... and then we just walked around for a while and went in some places before we went back to the food court. She wanted ice cream so I bought her some and had Steve laughing at me the whole time. I was so embarrassed, but it was the best first date I could’ve asked for.”

Vienna’s smiling softly as Mike finishes telling the story. “That’s really cute, Dad. Never thought I’d say that, but there it is.”

“Hey,” Mike says defensively, “Your mom tells me I’m cute all the time, I know it’s the truth even if you don’t want to admit it.”

His daughter scoffs. “You’re almost fifty, cute shouldn’t be a word used to describe you.”

He holds a hand to his chest. “I am offended, child. Have I been raising heathens in this house?”

Vienna stares at him for a moment before she starts giggling, and he joins her. Everything about their relationship is ridiculous, but Mike couldn’t ask for something better. He likes that he can trade insults and laugh about inconsequential things with his daughter; it’s everything he ever wanted when he was her age, but his parents were never like that.

Later, after El gets home and the three of them have dinner, the couple are lying in bed when they hear their son come in the door. He tries to climb the stairs quietly, but after living in this house for thirteen years, Mike and El know all the creaks it makes. His door opens and shuts without a peep from him.

El looks at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “He’s earlier than usual,” she whispers. “Think something happened?”

“Nah,” Mike says into the dark, turning on his side to face her. “He would’ve stayed out even later if something happened. She probably just had to go to bed early, I think he told me she’s got a cousin’s birthday tomorrow or something. The thing Mexicans do when a girl turns fifteen, I can’t remember what it’s called.”

“Quinceanera.”

“Wow, look who’s teaching who now.”

El laughs quietly. “I remember a lot of random facts.”

“Hmm,” Mike says, and then he remembers. “Oh! Speaking of things the kids told me, Vi told me today that she’s going on a date tomorrow. Did you know about this?”

El shakes her head. “She told me after dinner, but you know she always tells you stuff first.”

“Yeah, but I thought she might’ve told you this time because she’s a girl and you’re her mom and it’s her first date…”

“Castleton, right? Probably just a movie.”

“We didn’t watch a movie on our first date.”

“Mike,” El sighs exasperatedly, “We only had three hours and I’d never been to a mall before. It doesn’t matter anyway, our first date was fine. I still have that vinyl somewhere, by the way.”

“She’s growing up so fast, I…” He trails off. “First date.”

El sighs again and snuggles closer to him. “We grew up too. She’ll be okay, she has a phone and she has money in case she needs anything.”

“I just don’t even know how to feel about it,” Mike continues. “I’m happy that she found someone she likes, but I’m also kind of sad? She’s becoming independent and I miss the little kid who used to hang off my legs when I was cooking.”

El doesn’t answer, merely rubbing her nose softly on his bare shoulder. It tickles.

“El?”

“Hmm?”

“Should I go with her? Just hang out in the food court maybe, just in case something-”

“You are not spying on our daughter’s first date, you weirdo,” El laughs. “You sound like my dad, and not even he did that.”

“But if some boy is going to be hanging all over her-”

“Don’t assume your kids are straight, Mike, you know how that goes. Did she tell you it was a boy?”

He thinks back to what Vienna told him that evening and realizes that no, she didn’t. “She didn’t.”

El hums. “I don’t think she even likes them, to be honest. But that’s not what’s important right now. If it’s not a boy, she’ll come to us in time. If it is, she’ll come to us in time. What happens now is we sleep.”

Mike doesn’t answer her, but a few moments later she lets out an exasperated, “Michael.”

“Okay, fine,” he grunts. “I promise I won’t spy on her date. Good night.”

“Thank you.” El presses a kiss to his shoulder and throws her arm and leg over him as she gets comfortable. “Love you.”

He yawns. “Love you too.”

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The New New Testament (Ch. 1)

By Father Par Par and Luci

Warnings: swearing, violence, and recreational drug use

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Jesús Christ was not the most popular boy in school. However, he was one of those guys who the popular people wanted to be friends with, but they couldn’t quite figure him out. You see, Jesús was a real chill guy. He had fluffy, curly black hair which he often kept in a bun or ponytail. He was half black and half mexican, and he was beautiful. But he was humble about it. He was on the swim team, the best woodshop student the school had seen in 2018 years, and always seen at the volunteer events in the community. He was a real average guy, who just happened to be………….. The son of God!

God was the the most successful CEO of the most successful business in America. He lived at the top of the tallest skyscraper in the land. It looked out over Detroit, the best city (AN: and if you haven’t been to Detroit screw you!). Jesús saw his dad on weekends, because every other day, he lived with his mom, María, and his stepfather, Joseph.

“You ready for that math test, JC? Cause I’m not!” oh yeah. And his stepbrother, Kendall. Kendall was about a whole head taller than Jesύs. He had curly blonde hair and a pleasant enough face. He was not on the swim team, and therefore, was not as fit.

“I don’t know, I could’ve studied more… I feel like I’m probably gonna fail,” said Jesύs.

“Well, you better not fail,” said María, her hands on her hips. Maria was a beautiful Mexican woman with brown skin and hair. “And you better get out of here or else you’ll be late for school!”

Jesύs and Kendall grabbed their backpacks and headed out the door, barely making it to the bus on time.

“Do you have swim practice after school?” Kendall asked Jesύs. “Cause I was wondering if you wanted to help me make some hor’ dourves for the party tonight?”

“Yeah I do. And Jason’s party? The quarterback?”

“Oh krust, did you not get an invitation?” asked Kendall.

“Yeah I got an invite, but I’m not going.”

“Why not! It’s gonna be lit!”

“Well, I already planned a movie night with Mags and Pete. We’re watching Sing. You can join us if you want.”

“No, I don’t want to fourth wheel on your date,” said Kendall.

“What? It’s not a date!” “Mhmm, sure JC,” said Kendall, bouncing his eyebrows.

JC rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’ll help you with the hor’ dourves though.”

The school was boppin with Friday energy as the bus rolled up, top down, I Am the City by ABBA blasting. Kendall and JC hopped out of the bus and split apart, heading to their respective first hours.

As JC walked into his first hour, he saw his two bffs, Peter Saint and Mary “Mags” Magdalene sitting in their usual seats in the back row. Peter was wearing Jesύs’s swim team hoodie and jeans. Pete was tall with brown hair and lots of freckles that Jesύs sometimes got lost counting. Mags was short with dark skin and hair that was braided in an intricate knot atop her head. She was wearing overalls, cuffed at the bottom, with a cute striped sweater underneath. They greeted Jesύs as he walked through the door.

“Greetings Jesύs!” they said in unison. Mags and Pete looked at each other and started laughing.

“Hey guys,” Jesύs said kissing them both on the cheek before sitting down between them. “Is that my hoodie?”

“Yeah, you left it at my house when you two spent the night the other day,” said Pete.

The kid sitting in front of them turned around and grumbled, “Get a room…”

Just then, the teacher walked in. It was…………..Dumbledore!!! As Dumbledore started teaching, Jesύs found a note flutter onto his desk. He opened it and it said in Mags’s handwriting “Did you get invited to Jason’s party tonight? Because we did.”

Jesύs wrote back, “Yeah, but obviously I’m not going. I have better plans ;)”.

Mags blushed and wrote back, “When should we come over?”

“I’ll text you guys. I have swim practice then I have to help Kendall make hor’ dourves.”

Mags read this and looked at Jesύs with confusion. He shrugged and waved it off. The trio spent the rest of the hour listening to Dumbledore moan on about Moby Dick.

After school, Jesύs had swim practice, just like any ole day. The swim team was made up of 13 guys, and Jesύs considered these guys some of his closest friends. Pete was on the swim team, and he was the best diver in the school. Judas was the captain of the swim team, and he was an absolute swimming star. There was also Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, Matthew, Jim, Jude, Simon, Matthias, and Paul. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

And this force was about to reckon with all the other schools swim teams in the district. Time was of the essence, the team needed to prepare for the biggest swim meet of the season. District finals. This was where people were discovered by Olympic scouts and other various talent scouts.

Just then, Coach Moses walked out of the wings and into the pool area, where the guys were.

“Alright team,” he said, looking at all the boys sitting on a bench. “In one weeks time, we have the biggest swim meet of your young lives. In years past, there have been swimmers who have gone to the Olympics because of this very swim meet. Remember Michael Phelps? This is where he was discovered. That’s right, the Michael Phelps. And guess who was his swim coach? Me. And now I’m your swim coach.”

“Seems like a downgrade,” Luke whispered.

“This is what I’ve been preparing you for. This is what you’ve been training for. Now get in the pool, let’s warm up.”

Swim time was now. It was the time for swim practice and Jesύs was present. And his apostles i mean uhhhhh pals yeah pals were there too. All wearing swim stuff like goggles. And they were swimming. In the pool there was a shark! Oh krust! Pete stabbed Luke with a VCR which was sharpened into a round krust. Yum. Coach Moses yelled “stop krusting around! Everyone start doing the swim. If you don’t, I’ll kill everyone and the shark.” “Oh don’t yell you krusty fuck,” said Shark, who was eating bits of Luke. Luke was complaining about Dumbledore and Moby Dick. He was not alive all of the time. Jesύs wasn’t worried because Luke wasn’t nice. He was a krusting fool. Coach Momo killed Steve because Steve wasn’t cool.

JK The team jumped in the pool and started swimming warm up laps. Jesύs was focused. He was going to swim the freestyle for the 200m medley relay, which was by far his best stroke. He was both nervous and excited, but he took that energy and focused in into his warm up.

After, Coach Moses had the team practice their events. Jesύs found Andrew, Philip, and Luke, the other three members of the relay. Andrew was first with the backstroke. He started in the water and flew across the pool. The backstroke was his speciality. Once Andrew hit the wall, Philip jumped in and swam the breaststroke. Next was Luke, swimming the butterfly. It was the hardest stroke, but of all the members of the team, Luke was the best at it. He held the school record for the fastest 50m butterfly. Once he finished, it was Jesύs’s turn.

Jesύs dove into the water gracefully and set off across the pool. He loved swimming freestyle. He could feel the water moving around him as he powered through the pool. By the time he hit the wall he was out of breath. He felt like he just swam a mile.

He pulled his goggles off and saw his teammates staring at him in awe. Coach Moses was celebrating.

“Kid, that was the fastest I’ve ever seen you swim! If you can do that at this meet, you four will take gold for sure!”

Jesύs climbed out of the pool and saw his team’s final time. He couldn’t believe it, but he knew it was real. They really had a shot at winning this thing.

“Michael Phelps better watch out,” said Coach Moses. “Jesύs Christ is coming through!”

Jesύs got home from practice, still full of excitement from his record time. He found Kendall in the kitchen, getting the bacon and the water chestnuts ready.

“You already know what’s about to happen,” said Kendall, bacon in one hand, water chestnuts in the other, and a smirk on his face.

Jesύs scrunched up his face and said, “Ew. Why did you say it like that?”

“Like what? Alright JC, pass me those toothpicks and lets go to work!”

The brothers worked side by side for about an hour, talking about Jesύs’s swim practice and school, while making the best damn bacon wrapped water chestnuts Detroit had ever seen. They were marvelous. Glazed with honey and caramelized sugar, with a hint of cayenne pepper and cinnamon. Kendall knew these hor ‘devours would rock Jason’s world.

As Jesύs texted Mags and Pete, Kendall ran upstairs to change into his party attire; a striped polo and khaki pants. He went back downstairs, pulled the ice tray out of the freezer, and dumped it into the bottom of his blue Jansport backpack. He then piled cans of Diet Pepsi on the ice and slid the tray of glistening bacon wrapped water chestnuts on top.

Kendall zipped his backpack closed and slung it onto his back. He said, “Alright, I’m off!”

“Wait,” said Jesύs. “The party doesn’t start for another few hours.”

“Well I gotta walk,” said Kendall.

“You can use my bike,” said Jesύs.

“Nah, I don’t know the lock combination,” said Kendall.

“I can tell you what it is.”

“Don’t even bother JC. I’ll forget it by the time I walk out the door. I’m meeting Lucius Malfoy,” said Kendall.

“Who?”

“My friend from the police cadet program,” said Kendall. “He wants to be a police officer too! Alright, see you later!”

“Text me when you get there,” said Jesύs. “And call me if you need me!”

“Yeah, yeah JC. This ain’t my first rodeo,” said Kendall, halfway out the door. Soon he was full out the door, on his way to his second rodeo.

Soon after Kendall left, Jesύs heard a knock at the door. It was………….. Dumbledore! Jk it was……………. Mags and Pete!

(AN: You ready for your movie date Jesύs?

Jesύs: *blushing* it’s not a date!

AN: Suuuuure ;) )

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Devin strolled into the party at around eleven at night. The house was boppin and Tik Tok by Ke$ha was making the ground vibrate. Red solo cups littered the yard and hooligans were smoking something funky out on the porch. He adjusted his blue Jansport backpack as he entered the house and pushed through the crowd of drunk high schoolers. As Devin passed the beer pong table, his heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. He didn’t want to be here, but he had to be, because if he messed this up, that would be bad. Real bad. The baddest of bads. Ironically, Bad, by Michael Jackson came on next.

Meanwhile, Kendall was having a good ole time. He had taken off his backpack long ago and left it somewhere in the living room so he could dance with the hottest girl in school, Nicole. Nicole was a solid 11/10, with her billowing black hair and bangin bod. Kendall’s polo had come untucked a long time ago as him and Nicole rocked out on the dance floor. After Bad, WTF came on and the school’s dance battle team, the Rhythm Fusions, came out and did a hot af routine, the crowd going wild.

Devin took his backpack off and tried to find his burner phone in it. But then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the hottest girl he’d ever seen.

“Hey cutie, wanna dance?” she asked, flipping her blonde hair. Devin didn’t know what to say, but he quickly zipped his backpack closed. She grabbed his collar and pulled him to the dance floor. Devin panicked as the backpack slipped out of sight.

As the night went on, Kendall slipped further and further into the chaos of the party. At some point, someone gave him a mysterious pill which made him see colors he’s never seen before. He found himself in the kitchen, playing beer pong with Nicole and two other people he didn’t know. One of them was a really hot blonde girl and the other was a slightly panicked looking, sweaty black dude wearing mostly black. Those two were winning, which meant Kendall was getting waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasteeed.

As Devin scored another point in beer pong, he saw a group of men come into the house. They were not high schoolers. Devin broke away from the beer pong table and ran into the living room, looking around frantically for his backpack. He saw it, leaning against the wall. He grabbed it and slung it onto his back as he ran for the back door. The men who were not high schoolers saw him and ran after him. But there was a bunch of water dripping out of the bottom of Devin’s backpack onto the hardwood floor, which the men slipped and fell in. This gave Devin the opportunity to run outside and hop the backyard fence, outrunning the men.

Meanwhile, Kendall was nearly blacked out on the couch. After the men ran through, many people decided to call it a night, afraid the cops would show up. Lucius found Kendall looking rough.

“Come on man, let’s get you home,” said Lucius.

“Lucius, I can see your words…” said Kendall.

“Get up dude, let’s go home,” said Lucius.

“Wait, where’s my backpack?” asked Kendall as Lucious pulled him off the couch. Kendall saw his backpack leaning up against a couch and he grabbed it before him and Lucius left the house.

Meanwhile, Devin was running as fast as he could. He didn’t know if those guys were still behind him, but he didn’t want to turn around to check. He finally made it to his girlfriend's building, taking the stairs two at a time to get to her apartment. When he got inside, he closed the door and locked it.

“Devin, is that you?” a woman’s voice sounded from around the corner. It was…….. Emma! His lovely girlfriend. She was wearing a black slim evening gown, her diamond earrings peeking through her black hair, which was cascading down her shoulders. “Did you find Rob?”

“No he wasn’t at the party. But Gerald’s men where. I had to get out of there fast.”

“So you brought it back here? What were you thinking? Also why is all that water coming out of the backpack?”

“Water? I thought someone spilled a drink on it,” he said, pulling the backpack off and looking at the puddle on the ground behind him. Water was dripping from the bottom of the backpack and he noticed that his back was completely soaked. “What the hell?”

He put the backpack on the ground and opened it up, revealing a tray of the most beautiful bacon wrapped water chestnuts Devin has ever seen. Under that tray was a mess of melting ice and Diet Pepsi cans. Just then, there was loud banging on the door.

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Jesύs, Mags, and Pete were cuddled up under a pile of cozy blankets on the couch. Johnny “that’s my son” from Sing was singing I’m Still Standing on the screen. It was lit. Far more lit than the party. Jesύs’s phone dinged and he looked at it. It was a text from Kendall which said, “Im coing homw”

A second text said, “with thei hourhsuecvrds”

Jesύs knew what he meant. Within minutes, Kendall walked through the door.

“Hey guys! That party was lit!” said Kendall, totally sober. “You guys missed out, but you look so cozy so it’s okay.”

“We are,” said Mags. “Are you still drunk?”

“Nope! Had a bottle of water on the way home. Anyway, I totally forgot to put out the hor’ dourves and the Diet Pepsi so I guess you guys can have it.”

Kendall unzipped the backpack and dumped it onto the blankets which were over the three teen’s laps. Several plastic wrapped bricks of white powder fell out onto their laps, followed by a small flip phone. Jesύs, Pete, and Mags looked down at this mess with wide, horrified eyes.

“What the hell did you do at that party, kill someone? This is cocaine!” said Mags.

“You don’t know anything, that’s not cocaine,” said Pete.

Mags pulled out a pocket knife and slit open one of the bricks. The power spilled out a little bit. She dipped her pinky into it and tasted it.

“Yep, this is cocaine alright,” said Mags.

“We need to get rid of it!” said Jesύs. “Mom’s gonna kill us!”

Just then, the flip phone started ringing. Everyone looked at each other. Kendall picked up the phone and answered it.

“Hello?” he said.

“Is this Devin?” a rough voice asked through the phone.

“No, this is Kendall,” said Kendall. Jesύs looked at him in horror.

“What are you doing?” Mags whisper-shouted. Pete and Jesύs gently put the cocaine bricks on the ground and extracted themselves from the nest of blankets.

“Who the hell is Kendall? What happened to Devin?” asked the man on the phone.

“I’m Kendall, it’s me. I don’t know any Devins,” said Kendall.

“Kendall, hang up right now,” said Jesύs.

Kendall held up a finger as he listened to what the man on the phone had to say.

“Meet us at the abandoned parking garage at fifth and Krust. Tomorrow at 11:52 PM. Sharp. Bring the backpack with you if you know what’s good for you,” said the man.

“Alright, sounds good. And may I ask who I’m speaking to?” asked Kendall.

Mags, Pete, and Jesύs looked at each other with panic.

“The name is Luci,” said the man.

“You don’t sound like a Lucy,” said Kendall. But the man on the phone hung up.

“What did he say?” Jesύs asked in a panic.

“He wants me to meet him to give him the backpack. Or else!”

“Or else?”

“Or else!”

“Or else what?” asked Mags.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. But he sounded serious,” said Kendall.

Pete closed his eyes and sighed. “We’re gonna die,” he said.

“We’re not gonna die,” said Mags, taking his hand. “But we might get arrested.”

“We’re not gonna die or get arrested guys,” said Jesύs. “We’ll just take the coke to them and get all of this over with. We’ll explain that it was all just a big misunderstanding.”

“Jesύs, this is a lot of cocaine,” said Pete. “They’re not just gonna let us go. People get shot for way less coke than this.”

“Okay...okay, okay…...okay…” Jesύs began pacing and running his hands through his hair. “Okay, I have an idea. We’ll get there an hour before the meeting and leave the backpack there-”

“That’s so dumb!” said Mags. “There’s probably gonna be people in that garage waiting for us to do something stupid. Like that!”

“Well, I don’t know!” Jesύs said, throwing his hands in the air. Like he just don't care. But he did care. Very much. He didn’t want to get shot. He didn’t want anyone to get shot! “I think if we go in there and just apologize for the misunderstanding, they’ll understand. There’s good in everyone, right?”

“Even gang members?” asked Pete.

“Even gang members!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next evening came around and the four teens gathered at God’s skyscraper, since Jesύs was staying there for the weekend and because it was close to the parking garage they were headed to.

“Alright, first of all, do we have the backpack?” asked Jesύs.

“Yeah, I got it right here,” said Kendall, turning to show the backpack on his back.

“Ok then, let’s go I guess,” said Jesύs.

The four teens grabbed their skateboards and rode off to the abandoned parking garage. It was nearing the time they were to meet Luci, and the air was thicccc with anticipation. When they arrived, it was already 11:45, and gang members were scattered throughout the place. All of them were dressed in all black and they all wore gold chain necklaces with an upside down cross. Jesύs looked down at his cross shaped birthmark on the inside of his right wrist and prayed there was no connection.

By the time they reached the meeting location, it was 11:52.

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As the teens were coming up the stairs of the parking garage, Lucifer was in her personal bathroom, getting ready. The song MmmBop was playing on the little stereo on the counter and Luci was singing along, using her hairdryer as a microphone. She applied her mascara and finished blow drying her hair out. She took one last look in the mirror. Her platinum blonde hair was in a slick bob and her dark makeup was on fleek. She pulled the black suit jacket from the door hook and twirled it around, letting it slide down her arms, pulling it onto her and fastening the button. The last thing she put on was her upside down cross necklace, which matched the other gang members but it was diamond encrusted. She was a classy bitch.

The song Get The Party Started, by P!nk, started playing on the stereo and she turned it all the way up, letting it blast through the parking garage. Lucifer looked at her Breguet Marie-Antoinette Grande Complication pocket watch showing that it was 11:47 exactly. Time to go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Get The Party Started began blasting through the parking garage as the four teens reached the top floor. Gang members lined the perimeter, all holding guns and wearing sunglasses. Fog rolled across the floor and the music got louder. Through the fog came three more gang members, one of which was holding the boombox from which the music was coming from. Behind them, a tall woman in black heels, sharp black suit, and slick platinum blonde hair strutted through. Her sunglasses were clearly Dolce and Gabbana, and her black leather gloves were Gucci.

The woman stopped about ten feet from the teens and pulled her gloves off, one finger at a time. Then she whipped off her sunglasses. Her eyes were blood red.

“Did you bring my stuff?” she asked.

“Yeah, we brought the backpack, just like Lucy said,” Kendall said.

“Slide it over then,” said the woman.

“You sound a lot different over the phone,” said Kendall.

“Just put the bag down!” said Jesύs.

“My name is Luci, but it wasn’t me you spoke to on the phone,” the woman said.

“We are all Lucifer,” said the gang member holding the boombox beside her.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” said Kendall.

“I’m really sorry about all of this,” said Jesύs. “We didn’t mean to take this backpack. We just want to return it and go on our way.”

Jesύs took the backpack from Kendall and slid it across the floor to Lucifer. She stopped it with her red bottomed Christian Louboutin stilettos and lifted it up. Her brow furrowed as she shook the bag.

“What the hell?” she opened the bag and looked inside. It was empty!

“What the hell?” said Pete. “Kendall, where’s the coke?”

“They asked for the backpack!” said Kendall.

“With the coke inside!” said Mags.

Amidst the confusion and the raising of a hundred guns, another gang appeared from the fog. It was…………….Dumbledore! Jk they didn’t know who this guy was. He was wearing a suit that was almost as slick as Lucifer’s. There was one huge scar running diagonally across his entire face.

Lucifer turned around and said, “Gerald? How did you get in here?”

“You left the back entrance unguarded,” said Gerald.

“Well get out! I was just about to kill these kids!” said Lucifer.

“I don’t think anyone has to die over this,” said Jesύs, raising his hands and looking around at all the guns pointed at him.

“Shut up!” both gang leaders shouted simultaneously.

“I want my coke,” said Gerald. “Now where is it!”

“Your coke? You thought!” said Lucifer, crossing the floor and walking towards Gerald.

“It was my guys who brought the coke to Detroit!” Gerald said, heading towards Lucifer.

When the two were face to face, right next to the teens, Lucifer said, “Well it was my guys who got it over the border!”

Gerald looked down at the backpack Lucifer was holding.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“It was for the coke, until these fucking kids stole it.”

“It’s all a big misunderstanding,” said Jesύs.

“Who are you?” Gerald snapped, getting in Jesύs’s face.

“We’re just a couple high school students. We didn’t mean to take anyone’s coke! My brother knows where it is. If you’ll let us go we can go get it and bring it back to you.”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you run off with my coke again?!” Lucifer yelled. She glanced sideways at Pete then grabbed him by the arm, swinging him around in front of her and planting her 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters to his temple.

“Pete!” said Mags.

“I’ll let you three go,” said Lucifer, walking backwards and dragging Pete with her. “But if you ever want to see your friend again, you’ll do the smart thing and bring me the coke.”

“I don’t think so!” said Gerald, grabbing Mags and placing his gun to her temple. “You two better bring the coke to me!”

“You don’t have to do this!” said Jesύs, looking back and forth between the two gang leaders. “We don’t want your coke, I swear!”

“Meet us here tomorrow, 11 am sharp,” said Luci. “That way all the cops will be in church and out of our hair. And you better bring the fucking coke. And the phone!”

Jesύs, seeing no other option, said, “Okay, okay, we’ll go. Please, just don’t hurt our friends!”

“As long as I get what I want you’ll get what you want,” said Gerald.

Kendall stepped forward and faced Lucifer. “Can I have my backpack back? We’re going to need something to carry all that coke in.”

Lucifer glared at him then held the backpack out. Slowly, he stepped forward to grab it, but at the last second, Kendall tried to knock Lucifer’s gun out of the way and grabbed Pete’s arm.

“Oh no you don’t,” Lucifer said. She turned the gun towards Kendall and shot!

But before the bullet could hit, Jesύs felt time slow down. He could see the bullet leaving the gun, the horrified look on Kendall’s face, and the determined look on Lucifer’s. He couldn’t let this happen. Not to his brother.

Time sped up as Jesύs pushed Kendall out of the way, feeling the bullet strike right below his ribcage. Jesύs fell to the ground, bleeding.

Kendall swooped in and cradled his brother. “What was that for?”

“Take that as a warning!” said Lucifer. “Now get out of here, and don’t come back without my coke! And don’t you dare call the cops! I see one cop and your friend is dead!” She threw the backpack down at her feet.

Kendall picked Jesύs up and laid him across two of the skateboards. He put the backpack on then began to pull Jesύs out of the parking garage.

“Don’t worry!” said Kendall to Pete and Mags, pulling his unconscious brother. “We’ll be back!”

Jesύs’s dad’s apartment building was luckily really close to the parking garage. Kendall pulled Jesύs all the way to God’s apartment building and up the stairs to the penthouse, since the elevators were out. When they got to the top, God opened the door.

“What have we here?” God said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Morgan Freeman. The lighting streaming into the hall from the apartment made God’s face hard to see, as if the camera was blowing out the shot.

“Jesύs got shot!” said Kendall.

“Bring him in,” said God, helping Kendall get Jesύs onto a white couch. The camera focused all of a sudden and God was revealed to also look suspiciously like Morgan Freeman. Jesύs was bleeding all over the white couch, staining it red. God placed a hand on His son’s shoulder and suddenly, all the blood which was spreading across the white couch began slowly moving back into the wound.

Jesύs’s eyes snapped open and his hand went immediately to the gunshot wound. But he soon discovered, it was gone. He sat up and lifted his shirt, only to find smooth, unwounded skin and no blood.

“What?” said Kendall, surprised.

“What’s going on?” said Jesύs, looking a Kendall. “How did I get here?”

“I pulled you on the skateboards,” said Kendall. “You know, after you got shot.”

“Are you alright son?” God asked.

“Dad! What happened to me?” asked Jesύs. “I definitely got shot.”

“Son, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” said God. “I am God.”

“But, Mr. God……. isn’t that like, your name?” said Kendall.

“Yes, but I am so much more. I created you,” said God.

“Not me! My dad is Joseph, ya know, the guy who married your ex-wife?” said Kendall.

“No, not like that. I created everything,” said God. “You know how there are religions? And sometimes there’s a person in those religions who created everything and people worship? That’s me. And no, I don’t just have a big ego, I really am the one who created everything. Come, follow me.”

God led the boys through His penthouse to a pure white door at the end of a hallway. God opened the door to reveal a neverending void of stars and galaxies and other various things. Light swirled around inside. Jesύs tried to see the walls, but it looked like there wasn’t any.

“This is the entire universe,” said God.

“But how are we out here…” Kendall began, but God shushed him.

“Don’t think about it too much,” said God, closing the door. “Now son, as the Son of God, you bear a great responsibility to this universe.”

“Are there other universes?” Jesύs asked.

“I’ll explain later, once your friends are safe,” said God. “Jesύs, you were put on this earth to die for humanity.”

“That’s stupid!” Kendall exclaimed.

“Kendall, can you please give me a moment with my son?” said God. Kendall rolled his eyes and sulked away, pulling his phone out to play Hogwarts Mystery. God turned back to Jesύs. “Son, you will die for humanities sins. Everyone on this earth is born with original sin. By sacrificing yourself, everyone will be given the opportunity to enter my domain- Heaven.”

God raised His hand, gesturing to where heaven would be: up.

“But why?” Jesύs asked. “Why do I have to do that?”

“You, like me, are powerful. More powerful than most people could imagine. You can walk on water and heal people and even bring the occasional person back from the dead! Being the Son of God is a gift.”

“But why didn’t you tell me until now?”

“This is a great burden for someone so young to carry. I wanted you to grow up normal, to be a kid. But it seems the time has come for you to grow to your full potential with your powers. You have friends to rescue, after all.”

“How did you know that?!”

“I’m God, aren’t I?” God chuckled. “There’s one more thing you should know before you go. Soon, there will come a time when even your Godly powers won’t be enough to save you. You will be have to then choose someone to assist you in spreading the Word of God.”

“Who? When?”

“You will know when you know. Now go!”

Jesύs nodded and ran down the hall back to the living room, where he found Kendall sitting on the same white couch Jesύs had laid unconscious on only minutes before.

“How’s your dad?” Kendall asked, looking up from his phone and his Hogwarts Mystery game.

“He’s good. Kendall, we need to go. We have friends to rescue.”

To the song Love is a Battlefield, Jesύs and Kendall rode home on their skateboards and began preparing for the next day. They knew this wouldn’t be easy. Rescuing two friends from opposing gangs, sneaking out of the house with a ton of cocaine, Jesύs and Kendall had a full day ahead of them! But first, it was bedtime.

Except Jesύs couldn’t sleep at all. He kept tossing and turning, thinking about Pete and Mags. He looked at his bedside clock. It read 9:36. It was going to be a long night.

Jesύs ended up not sleeping at all. At 9 in the morning, he threw his covers off and went to Kendall’s room. Jesύs could hear his brother snoring through the door. He knocked and said, “Kendall, wake up.”

“Huh… JC that you?” Kendall slurred.

“Yes. Let’s get the coke and head out,” said Jesύs. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Kay, lemme get dressed,” said Kendall. Jesύs waited outside Kendall’s room until he came out, dressed, arms full of cocaine.

“Where’s the phone?” asked Jesύs.

“It’s on my desk but you’re gonna have to grab it,” said Kendall. “My hands are full!”

“Where’s the backpack?”

“Oh. Right. Let me grab that.”

Jesύs grabbed the burner phone off the desk as Kendall loaded up the backpack with cocaine. When the teens got downstairs, they saw María in the kitchen. The smell of coffee wafted straight up their noses.

“Aw heck! Mom’s in there,” said Jesύs. “Okay, I’ll go distract her while you sneak out the front door.”

“Wait what about breakfast?” asked Kendall. “It’s the most important meal of the day!”

“I’ll grab you some toast while distracting mom,” said Jesύs.

“Aw thanks bro!” said Kendall.

“What are you boys whispering about?” asked María. “Is there any hot gossip I should know about?”

“Oh hey mom!” Jesύs startled and moved in front of Kendall. María was coming out of the kitchen and Jesύs ran to the kitchen and hugged her, turning her around to face the other way just in time. “No gossip.”

“Darn, I was hoping to hear that you finally started dating Pete and Mary,” said María.

“What? Mom, the three of us are just friends,” Jesύs said as he put a piece of bread in the toaster. Over María’s shoulder, he saw Kendall sneak out the front door.

“Whatever you say,” she said as she sipped her coffee.

“Anyway, we’re gonna head out,” said Jesύs, buttering the toast and moving out of the kitchen.

“Where are you guys going?” asked María.

Jesύs felt his blood run cold. He couldn’t lie to his mom. He hated lying. He found it… displeasing.

“We’re… going to go grab Pete and Mags,” said Jesύs.

“What are you guys up to?” she asked.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ya know… we’re just uhhhh skateboarding and stuff. And getting Pete and Mags. Yeah,” said Jesύs, sweating profusely.

“Okay, well be home before dinner,” said María. “And let me know if Pete and Mary are coming over so I can make enough food.”

“Okay mom bye,” said Jesύs, already closing the door behind him.

Kendall was waiting for him outside with the four skateboards and the coke-filled backpack.

“We’re bringing their skateboards?” asked Jesύs. “Won’t those get in the way?”

“Well, I was thinking we could tie them to our feet like rollerblades,” said Kendall. He pulled some rope out of his backpack and bent down, tying his feet to two skateboards. He was struggling though, because the skateboards were slipping and sliding while he was trying to tie the rope.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” said Jesύs. “Maybe we can just carry them. We should probably get going though.”

“You’re right, this is so hard,” said Kendall, out of breath and struggling to unwrap his feet from the skateboards. Jesύs knelt down and untied the rope, Kendall stuffing it back into his backpack. Then the two of them were off, skating down the street into the city.

Devin cracked his eyes open and was welcomed with a splitting headache. When his vision finally cleared up, he saw sunlight streaming in through a big window, illuminating two people spooning each other on the couch in the middle of the room. Slowly, he turned his head and saw Emma sitting next to him, still unconscious. Both he and Emma were handcuffed to the radiator. There was a guard sitting in an armchair near the door, cradling his gun. Devin noticed the guard was wearing the upside down cross necklace of the Hellhounds. He silently swore under his breath. This was worse than he thought.

With a glance around the room, the only ways out that Devin could see was the door at the back of the room and the window. The room had dark wood panelled walls and thick red carpet. An unlit fireplace was on the wall across from the couch and on the floor in front of it was an enormous bearskin rug. Devin knew Lucifer had once killed a bear with her own two hands while in Russia then handcrafted in into a monsterous rug. This must be that bear. Bookshelves and expensive looking paintings lined the walls.

Leeeeeet’s get it started in here…….

The first notes of Let’s Get it Started by the Black Eyed Peas began playing. Devin looked around, confused.

And the bass keep Runnin’ runnin, and runnin runnin, and runnin runnin…

The door opened and Lucifer came into the room in slow motion. Her white suit was impeccable as always and her platinum blonde hair whipped around her face in a slow motion arch. Behind her, Gerald came in, his black suit not as fantastic as Lucifer’s. Devin pretended to still be unconscious. Through his slightly cracked open eyelids, Devin saw Lucifer look at the sleeping guard, scowl, then pull out her gun. Without hesitating, she shot him in the leg and he fell to the ground, screaming. The two people spooning on the couch sat up, startled.

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“What did I tell you about sleeping on the job, Carl?” Lucifer said.

Carl didn’t respond. He sat on the ground, holding his leg.

She looked at the people on the couch. “Ah, you’re awake.”

They said nothing, just stared at her wide eyed.

“Get up. It’s time to go meet your friends.”

The two teens stood up, holding hands. Gerald grabbed the girl by the arm and ripped her from the boy. Luci grabbed the boy.

“What about them?” asked Gerald, nodding his head towards Devin and Emma.

“Leave them. We’ll deal with them later,” said Lucifer.

“And Carl?”

“What about him? It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

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Lucifer and Gerald hauled the teens out of the room, the door banging closed behind them. Devin waited a moment to make sure they weren’t coming back, then turned to his girlfriend.

“Emma? Emma wake up,” Devin said, lightly shaking her shoulder with his free hand. No response.

“She won’t wake up,” said Carl. He wasn’t screaming anymore, just laying on the ground holding his leg. “She got hit pretty hard.”

Devin looked up at Carl. “Help me get out of here.”

Mags was getting pretty sick of having a gun pointed at her head.

Gerald’s grip on her arm was annoying. She knew that she could easily get away from Gerald and take him down, but she didn’t know if Pete would be able to do the same with Lucifer, and she didn’t want him getting hurt because of her. She had grown up taking self-defense classes. As a young girl in Detroit with a paranoid police officer mother, one could never be too careful. Over the years, Mags had become an expert in most forms of martial arts.

Just by looking at Gerald, Mags could tell he would stand no chance against her. He was taller than Mags, but not by much. He looked physically strong, but even so, Mags knew how to use someone else’s weight against them, no problem. He was probably in his late 30s, early 40s. He had straight, black hair and a sweaty mustache. His scar was glistening with sweat. It ran across his entire face, jagged and a shade lighter than his light brown skin.

Luci and Gerald led them to the garage. Luci shoved Pete into the backseat of the fanciest car Mags had ever seen. It wasn’t just a Lambo, it was an iridescent Lambo with gold piping and blue ground lights. The license plate read EVL 666. The doors opened upward, and one of Luci’s guys got in the back with Pete. Mags watched helplessly as they shoved a black bag over his head.

Gerald’s car was fancy, but not as much. It was a black luxury Cadillac with silver trim and suicide doors. A second black bag was shoved onto Mags’s head after she was pushed into the backseat. The engine started running and Let’s Get it Started was still playing.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it Get stupid Get it started, get it started, get it started Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here Yeah

Mags could only hope that Jesύs and Kendall had a plan.

Kendall and Jesύs skateboarded through Wayne State’s campus, dodging groggy students walking to their early morning classes. Kendall couldn’t really remember how to get to the parking garage, but Jesύs seemed to know what he was doing. Jesύs seemed odd today. Kendall wouldn’t describe him as mad, Jesύs never got mad. He just seemed annoyed. Kendall hoped he wasn’t annoyed with him.

They rounded a corner on Cass and found themselves skateboarding through a terrible looking neighborhood. Kendall spotted the parking garage through the trees. He saw a plastic bag caught in one of the trees alongside the street and he stared at it for a second too long, and he nearly fell off his skateboard.

“Careful!” said Jesύs. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah I know,” Kendall responded. “Hey, what’s the plan here?”

“Well, we’re going to go in, give them the cocaine, get Mags and Pete, then go home and finish watching Sing.”

“Okay, that’s a good plan and all but…”

“But?”

“But that’s the best case scenario. We are working with gangs here. What if something goes wrong?”

“Okay, what do you suggest then?”

“We should split up, in case something goes wrong. You go in with the cocaine, and I’ll wait outside as backup. I’ll call you and you can put your phone on speaker and I’ll put mine on mute so I can hear what’s up inside but they won’t hear me if I sneeze or something.”

“That’s actually a really good idea. What if you get caught?”

“Well, I didn’t start taking all those self-defense classes with Mags for nothing. I can hold my own. But what if the two gangs can’t agree to share the cocaine? What will you do if they both demand you give them all of it?”

“I’d consider myself pretty diplomatic. I bet we can work something out.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Why would I help you?” said Carl, holding his gunshot wound and holding back tears.

“Well, you’re going to bleed out if no one helps you out. And there isn’t anyone else here to help you out.”

“You have a point,” Carl said, his face beginning to turn a sickly shade of white. “But I can’t. Luci will shoot me if I help you.”

Carl looked down at himself, as if just remembering that she already shot him. A look of resignation crossed his face. He reached into his back pocket and tossed a ring of keys to Devin, who caught them in his free hand.

“It’s the one that’s painted green,” said Carl.

Devin hurried to unlock his own handcuffs and then went to free Emma. As he was taking the handcuffs off of her, her eyes fluttered open.

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Where are we?”

“We’re at Luci’s house,” said Devin. “We need to get out.”

“You shouldn’t have tried to bring the coke to our apartment,” said Emma. “Haven’t you figured these people out by now?”

“I’ve only been working with them for a month- I didn’t know this would happen,” Devin said, running his hands over his head and face. “But Lucifer is crazy, so we need to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Ya think?” Emma said, hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry Emma,” Devin said. “I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t ever want you getting mixed up in this. When we get out of this place, we’re running away, somewhere far from these gangs.”

Devin looked at Carl, who looked like he was about to pass out. Devin stood up, grabbed a blanket off the couch, and threw it at Carl.

“Use this to mop up the blood.” Devin reached down and grabbed Carl’s pistol, shoving it into the waistband of his pants. He turned to Emma, offering her his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

She took it and stood up. The couple ran out of the room, leaving behind an unconscious Carl.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked.

“I’m not sure. Out and away, hopefully.”

They turned a corner and saw a member of the Hellhounds walking away from them. Devin and Emma quietly followed him. They watched as he reached the end of the hall and stopped, facing a floor to ceiling painting of a man in a suit and top hat with his back turned to the viewer in a large gold frame. The man slapped the painting’s ass and the painting swung out like a door, revealing a dark stairwell. He walked down the stairs and the painting swung shut behind him.

“Let’s wait a minute then follow,” Devin whispered. “I bet that leads out.”

“Or it leads into Luci’s secret lair,” Emma retorted.

“Nah, it’s Gucci.”

After a short wait, Devin slapped the ass. Emma followed him down the dark staircase.

At the bottom they discovered that they were in a dimly lit, concrete tunnel. They followed the tunnel for a while until they came to a door. The door opened to reveal the lower level of a parking garage. The door was labeled with “Maintenance, Authorized Personnel Only”. The Hellhound was nowhere to be seen.

Devin and Emma began to walk up the drive until they reached ground level. As they started to walk towards the exit, Devin noticed two kids riding in on skateboards. One of them looked oddly familiar to Devin.

“I played beer pong with that kid,” Devin said to Emma.

“What?” she asked.

“Yeah, at that party where my backpack got switched.”

Devin started to walk towards the two kids.

“Hey! Beer pong guy!” said the kid Devin knew. “You were really good at that game!”

“You’re good at beer pong?” asked Emma, a smile on her face.

“You know him?” said the kid Devin didn’t know.

“Hey, man this is my brother, Jesύs,” said the beer pong kid. “And I’m Kendall.”

“I’m Devin, this is Emma. What are you doing here?”

“We have to return some coke I accidentally stole,” said Kendall. “What about you?”

“Holy shit,” said Devin. “Do you know what kind of trouble you’ve caused?”

“Yeah, two of my friends are kidnapped right now,” said Kendall.

“Because you have the coke?” Devin asked.

“Yeah,” said Jesύs. “We just want them back. Honest, we never wanted the coke. Are you with Luci’s gang or Gerald’s gang?”

“Neither. I’m with Lady Carlisle. And Gerald works for Luci.”

“What?” Jesύs exclaimed.

“It’s all one big gang. The Hellhounds. They sometimes pretend to be seperate to mess with people and make more money. It works pretty well.”

“Yeah, they sure got us,” said Kendall.

“Well, we should probably get going,” said Jesύs. “It was nice meeting you guys.”

“Do you guys want backup?” asked Emma, causing Devin to look at her in surprise.

“Oh heck! That’d be Gucci!” said Kendall. “Okay, so here’s the plan.”

After hiding the skateboards, Jesύs and Kendall began their journey into the parking garage. They walked up all the driving ramps until they heard the song Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. It was getting louder as they went, which let them know they were getting closer. They walked until they got to a middle level of the parking garage. This level was filled with men in suits, obviously Luci’s men. And there was Luci, standing at the other side of the garage, on her legs. She was holding onto Pete, her 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters to his head. Beside her stood Gerald, holding on to Mags, who didn’t look worried at all.

But Jesύs was worried very much. Because everyone in the room besides him and his friends had guns and they all looked like they were ready to start shootin any minute. Jesύs took the backpack off and laid it on the ground.

“Okay, we have your stuff. Can we please have our friends back?” asked Jesύs.

“Open the backpack,” said Luci.

Kendall unzipped the backpack and dumped the cocaine all over the ground. Luci gestured to one of her men and he stepped forward and collected the cocaine.

“It’s all here,” he said.

“Now, can you please let go of our friends?” Jesύs asked.

“Not yet,” said Luci.

“What? Why not?”

“Now that you have proven to be efficient drug mules, given the proper motivation, of course, I have another job for you two.”

“No way!” said Kendall! “You have your coke now give us our friends! That was the deal!”

“That was the deal,” said Luci sassily. “But, seeing as I have the upper hand, I think I’m going to change the deal. You all know where the Walmart is? Behind the store, I have a few guys who will meet you at 1:30. Get the package and bring it back here to me. Then we’ll discuss your friends’ freedom.”

“Krust you!” Kendall yelled. “We would never work for you!”

“You must not care too much for your friends then…” Luci said while cocking her gun.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Jesύs held out his hands. “Luci, please! We’re just a couple of high school kids! We don’t know anything about… drugging.”

“How cuuuuute,” said Luci. “Then why don’t I teach you a thing or two.”

Luci moved her 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters from its place at Pete’s temple and pointed it at Jesύs. However, before she got the chance to pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out from the rafters, a bullet hitting Luci in the shoulder. She gasped and let go of Pete, who ran over to Jesύs and Kendall. Jesús caught him in a hug. It was……….Dumbledore!! JK it was Devin! And he leapt out of the rafters and landed dramatically in a superhero landing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You double crossing son of a bitch!” Luci screamed. She pointed her 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters at Jesύs and pulled the trigger. The song Mmm Whatcha Say started playing. The gunshot was loud and also in slow motion. Jesύs could do nothing but stand frozen in shock.

Kendall however, lept into action. He saw the bullet moving towards his brother in slow motion. Time sped up again as Kendall jumped in front of the bullet. “He felt it rip through his flesh, hitting somewhere just below his heart. He collapsed onto the floor, pain tearing through his body” (Headley, 2015). He heard many things at once: the commotion of everyone in the garage leaping into action, gunshots all around him, and Jesύs screaming. But then he stopped hearing and the pain went away.

Luci held her injured shoulder. The kickback from her shot brought her to her knees. She watched as that one kid, Kendall fell down, the bullet hitting him in the ribs. He lay there for a moment, making Luci think she got him for good. Jesύs knelt over him, willing his godly powers to do something to save his brother. Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas started playing. Then, Kendall did something that made everyone in the garage stop and stare. He stood up, white light spilling out of his bullet hole. The bullet hole closed up before everyone’s eyes. Kendall reached up to the top of his head and grabbed a zipper that no one had seen until now. He began to unzip himself down the front, revealing another person underneath. He unzipped himself down to his feet, revealing a glowing humanoid form who rose into the air. The glowing form spun around, flower pedals and sparkles creating a fluttering vortex around him. A swarm of ethereal butterflies made of white light burst forth from the glowing body, creating a cloud around him. The cloud of light butterflies became thicker until Luci could no longer see the glowing body. Then the cloud of writhing light burst out into a magnificent firework. The form landed on the ground in a dramatic superhero landing, no longer glowing. And since he was no longer glowing, everyone could see that it was no longer Kendall. It was……………..Pope Francis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Luci gasped. This was the last person she was expecting to show up, much less to appear out of some gangly ass teenager!

“What the fucking krust?” Luci said. “Francis what are you doing here? And how did you get inside that gangly ass teenager?”

“The Power of God, my child,” said the Pope.

“Don’t call me your child you dingy washed up old Bible fucker! Get the hell out of my garage!”

Luci raised her 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters at the Pope. She started to shoot at him, but the bullets just ricocheted off of him. He walked towards Luci, who was still kneeling on the ground. He placed his hands above her head.

“Be still my child,” said Pope Francis.

“Is he blessing her?” Pete whispered to Jesύs.

Nope. He sure wasn’t. Quick and without remorse, the Pope grabbed Luci’s head and turned it to the side, snapping her neck. She fell to the ground in a heap, the 42 karat gold custom desert eagle pistol with the shell grip engraved with religious characters falling from her hand.

“Oh hell yeah!” Mags yelled. She took that as the cue that the battle had began. She jumped up into the air, still in Gerald’s grasp, and flipped backward over his shoulder, making Gerald fall backward and slam into the concrete. A gang member began to shoot at her, but couldn’t hit. Mags was too good. She ran at him and quickly disarmed him, knocking him out with a swift kick to the jaw.

Once that gang member had shot, everyone else took it as their cue to do the same.

“This is much too violent for my liking,” said Pope Francis, raising his arms. He snapped his fingers and everyone’s guns turned into wooden crosses.

All the gang members stopped in confusion, except Gerald.

“You think this is gonna stop me?!” he shouted, flipping the cross around in his hand and brandishing it like a sword. “Bring it on old man!”

Pope Francis summoned a beam of white light in the shape of a sword into his hand as Gerald ran at him, screaming. Cross clashed with light. Pope Francis swung the light sword at Gerald, who jumped backwards. The Pope took a step forward, swinging at Gerald again. This time, Gerald blocked the blow with his cross, then raised the cross, and swung at the Pope’s head. Pope Francis ducked, causing Gerald to knock the Pope’s stupid Pope Hat off his head.

Emma had come down out of the rafters, cross in hand. Her and Devin were surrounded by several Hellhounds. They were doing their best, but, seeing as they were severely outnumbered, they weren't looking too hot.

“Mags, on the other hand, was doing just fine, even when horribly outnumbered. She fought with a fierce looking Hellhound. And his butt cheeks were taped together! But Mags can do Jiu Jitsu! She body slammed the Hellhound! Legendary fight with a random Hellhound! Normal Tuesday afternoon for the Hellhound! Mags tries to swing an axe at the Hellhound, but blood is draining fast from her stump leg! He’s dodging every swipe, he parries to the left, Mags catches him in the neck, she’s chopping off his head now! Mags just decapitated the Hellhound.

Mags walked away from the bloody scene, a shell of a man. Her head hung low, she knew that she will be sent to detention for this.

But wait! He isn’t dead! Hellhound surprise! There’s a cross in his hand and death in his eyes!” (Father, 2015).

Pope Francis saw Mags fighting the Hellhound and decided to help. He approached and held up his hands. The Hellhound stopped fighting and looked at him, his eyes glazed over. Pope Francis put his hands on the Hellhound’s face and the life left his eyes. The Pope dropped the lifeless dog like he was tossing aside a lifeless dog.

“Thanks Pope,” said Mags, giving him a high five.

All of the Hellhounds died. Now that the battle was won, Pope Francis floated into the air. He was engulfed with white light and then he was Kendall again! Kendall slowly dropped from the air and laid on the ground, asleep.

Jesús ran over to him and shook his shoulder. There was no sign of the bullet wound. Kendall’s eyes fluttered open.

“Dude, what the krust?” he mumbled.

“Kendall! Do you remember anything?” asked Jesús.

“No...but I had a dream that I was in Italy and I was in this really fancy museum with all these paintings of this guy who kinda looked like you…” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Dude that’s wild,” said Pete. “You like, totally transformed into Pope Francis and killed everyone in here.”

“You saved us,” said Mags, who knelt down beside him.

“Whoa...That’s crazy,” said Kendall. “Well, what do we do about all these bodies? Should we call the cops?”

“Yeah, we should probably call the cops,” said Jesús.

“I don’t wanna be here when the cops show up,” said Devin. “So we’re gonna split. We’ll keep in touch though.”

“Yeah, hey! Jesús and I have a swim meet tomorrow at the high school,” said Pete. “You guys should come cheer us on!”

“Maybe we will,” said Emma. “Well, I gotta get out of this stupid dress. We’ll catch you guys on the flippity flop.”

“Yeah! It was good to see you guys!” said Kendall. “Catch you later!”

Emma and Devin left while Jesús called the police. The bodies were all taken care of and next thing they knew, it was time for the swim meet!

I Got A Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas started playing as people poured into the school for the swim meet. The smell of chlorine hit their noses as they entered. Parents and friends took seats in the bleachers. Down below, the swim teams from the two schools stood on opposite sides of the pool. Jesús put his swim cap on. Beside him, Pete looked at him with victory in his eyes. He put on his goggles.

Up in the bleachers, Mags, María and Kendall held up a banner with Jesús and Pete’s names on it written in glitter. Two people sat down beside Mags. She looked over at them. It was…………………………..Emma and Devin! They had foam fingers! And buckets of popcorn!

Coach Moses came out of the wings holding a mic.

“Hellooooo Detroit!” he said. The crowd cheered. “Are you guys ready for this swim meet?” The crowd yelled, but it wasn’t loud enough. “I said...ARE YOU GUYS READY???”

The crowd went wild as the beat dropped.

The swimmers climbed onto their blocks and Coach Moses shot the gun into the air, signalling the start of the relay. The swimmers dove into the water and began swimming fast. They were good. Jesús stepped up to the block, ready to dive in next. His relay partner, Luke, hit the wall and Jesús dove.

But instead of breaking the surface of the water, Jesús nearly broke his nose as he hit the water but didn’t go through. The crowd went silent. Pete stared in shock from the diving boards. Jesús stood up on top of the water, still getting over his shock.

“Run!” Pete yelled. “Just run!”

And boy did he run! He ran to the end of the pool and back, touching the wall before all the other swimmers. The crowd was going absolutely nuts. It was record breaking!

Well, anyway, Jesús won that swim meet for his school that day.

Jesús, Kendall, Mags, and Pete climbed into the back of God’s minivan.

“Good job tonight!” God said to Jesús and Pete.

“Thanks dad!” Jesús said.

“Before I take you kids home, I have a mission for you. Now that you’ve proven yourselves against the Hellhounds, it’s time I reveal your true quest,” God explained. “You four must unite all the religions.”

“That’s seems like a lot of work,” said Kendall, from the passenger seat.

“It will be. But it is your duty,” said God. “Now...I must drop you off at your first destination.”

“But we have school tomorrow!” said Jesús.

“School will be there when you get back,” said God. He turned around to face Jesús, who was sitting in the middle in the back seat. He handed a stupid chunky watch to Jesús, who took it and looked it over. The watch was fastened with velcro and the bulk of it was plastic, with a part that flipped open to reveal a number pad. “This device will help you travel on your quest. Just type in some numbers and it’ll take you to the next universe.”

“Wicked!” said Kendall.

“Wow, that’s ugly,” said Mags.

“Oh I didn’t realize you were a fashion expert,” said God. “Anyway, go my son. Good luck my dudes. Mespeed.”

Jesús opened the keypad and typed in some numbers. With each number he typed, a garbled electronic voice said the number. When he pressed the right combination of numbers, the lights flashed on the side of the watch.

“Let’s rock it!” Jesús said. A flash of light and they were gone!

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