after leaving the studio where he spent all of his night, ski pulls up to the corner store to get some backwoods. he enters the store and goes through the aisles with sweets, aiming for his favorite candies. "aye, wassup. what ya doin' here this early?" ski saluted the cast mate, although he didn't expect to meet his peers at the corner store.

ski gave her a fake blank stare and muttered. “i fucking hate you.” when in all honesty, it was completely opposite. here he was smiling again as if a few minutes ago he wasn’t going to homicide or suicide. “aht aht, blame yaself, ya got me goin’ crazy.” he admitted, but this time everything went through the smile. he didn’t waste time to pull the female onto his lap, he barely cared if she could’ve been comfortable on her own seat. he just needed her in his arms as if he still couldn’t believe she’s here with him. ski opened his mouth and took the ice-cream from the spoon then almost chocked on it as his laughter got triggered. “i think we won’t be able to go out and shit; we always end up rushing back home, on my silky.” he kanye shrugged before stating his fact. “can’t keep my dick in my pants.” ski brushed his face over her neck before nestling his head over her breast. “shhh, i had to stay mad for a lil sec’, ya kno it wouldn’t be dat cool to storm in here mad as hell and wit’ a damn boner.” he replied with a chuckle before looking up at her face. “i love dem videos, ya kno dat. but aye, ya tried to tell me sumn? since ya brought me here, mama.”

ski was still mad, but not at ari. he was mad at himself for being vulnerable and actually showing it, he hated on how easy it is to get him. he was stubborn as fuck which is one of the reasons he refused to agree that it’s okay to actually feel something. during his life, he got rejected way too many times; by his own family, some of his friends, even the girl’s family he used to feel for, that’s why he had to build that chinese wall around himself without letting anyone in. but, there happened to be one person who managed to make him put his guard down, and it was ari. her voice, the way she spoke, it just soothed ski like a mother’s hand. ski kept staring out the window, still not ready to get back to his normal state. his face remains steel, but slowly his lips began to twitch, as if a baby chicken tried to get out the egg and those cracks slowly appear on the shell. yes, ski attempted to fight the urge to smile, but he fails and just gives up on that. a side grin appeared over his face as he rolled his eyes and turned to face ari before kissing on his teeth. “imma still gon’ think about dat choking offer.” he mumbled as his grin turned out to be wider as he huffed. “if imma go rambo on ya ass, ion wanna hear nun’, playin’ wit’ me like a fuckin’ playstation.” he reached his hand out and curled his pinky around her’s, and once their fingers linked, ski pulled her hand closer to his face and pressed his lips to her digits as he sat like that for a moment, just looking into ari’s eyes. “ion accept apologies in words tho. only in ass, titties and blow job currency”

the problem about ski, he didn’t know how to accept and process his feelings. yes, he tried to grow up and mature a little, but when shit goes down, he can barely control himself and his emotions. when you’re used to fighting people or avoiding anything, that involves affection and common emotions for the human beings, you just don’t know how to act. and here was ski, who didn’t take it lightly when he believed that ari was just going to disappear from his life. after losing his two best friends ski still haven’t learned on how to deal with emotional pain. he felt like hulk’ing the whole parlor by throwing around the tables and smashing chairs against the wall, she made him feel almost the same void in his chest he used to have after the loss of his homies. and he hated it. yet, he sat there like a damn statue, staring at the female as she spoke.  he had so many things to say back, but he couldn’t feel his own tongue. it took him a little moment before he actually pushed out his speech, a slow paced one as he carefully picked his words and tried to keep his shit together. “yea, i ain’t find it funny. thought ya know ion play ‘bout shit like dat. when someone ya lo-.. when someone just gets up and leaves the last thing ya think ‘bout that it’s a fuckin’ joke.” ski shook his head then brushed palm over his durag as he looked out the window for a second. “don’t play wit’ me like that no more.”

ski’s eyes shot in ari’s direction once he heard her voice. if he was sober, if he wasn’t just out of live mortal kombat and if he wasn’t ski himself, he would definitely applause ari, because this prank? oh, she got his ass. ashton kutcher wishes he would with punk’d. but, the gag is, ski took it way too serious and a little bit close to his heart. he walked over to ari as his face wore an ice cold mask, while he boiled inside. as he approached the table, he took a seat down and pierced the female with his night dark eyes. ski remained silent for a moment before he pushed out a stuffed rasp. it felt like it took a lot for him to keep his cool and stay put. “fuck is going on?” he asked simply and way too calmly, that calm tone that lowkey signals that the bomb is about to get to it’s final countdown.

ski watched lori as she spoke, his eyebrows crawling to his nose bridge in a barely noticeable furrow of confusion. from all the yelling and punching her demeanour has changed which confused the male. this time, he maintained their eye contact, watching her closely. "take care, lori." ski then replied after allowing her to finish her words. he knew he had to say something too, maybe even apologise, but instead he decided to let her leave. he already has had enough today, and he wasn't able to give a pinky promise he won't explode again. ski figured they still had to talk to prevent themselves from similar situations, but the talk shouldn't be happening today. he then got up from the bench, lit up his blunt once again, and made his way towards his own car.

to his surprise, he heard lori's voice which instigated ski to open his eyes and look in her direction. he thought she was going to leave, yet she still was here. shaking his head, ski looked over his blunt with sadness in his eyes, but since lori was still here he had to put it out for a second, which he did by brushing the burning tip against the bench. "i ain't claimin' shit, lori. i am who i am, and i never tried to be anyone else." he said as he got back to emotionless tone. "why can't i be here tho?" he questioned with a slight tilt of his head, this time curiosity sparked up in his voice, yet he remained calm.

all ski could wish as for right now is for her to be a guy so he could jump her and leave toothless and with a few broken ribs; he already had cases for that and he would be glad to take another one. but unfortunately, lori was a female, a pregnant one, so all he could do is to just stand there like a punching bag, with his arm extended to keep her away from himself. "make sure to be dat brave and throw ya crusty ass paws at me when ya ain't pregnant." he growled lowly as he shooed her away as if she was that annoying fly. turning away from the female and going back to the bench, ski spit on the ground and then pulled his blunt out, finally lighting it up. from her throwing her hands and showering him with some childish assaults made him think that everything happened for the better; her parents hating on him and not approving his whole personality, causing them to hide their relationship from the whole world. maybe it was even better no one even knew that hundred years ago they used to be together. "ali express mike tyson version, the fuck.." ski mumbled to himself as he rubbed on his face that was slightly burning from the hit. he kissed on his blunt and closed his eyes while blowing out the smoke, slowly. what the hell of the day. will he ever allow himself to get hurt by any female mentally and physically? hell no. now he was mad sure he wasn't made for the fake shit called love. even when his and lori's story ended up a long while ago, memories still have that power to just shit on you and make you feel sick.

ski's eyes got dark as if he was devil himself. when her hand flew at him for the second time he caught her arm by the wrist and slightly twisted it; not too hard to break it or dislocate it, but enough to cause a light pain. "don't fuckin' touch me again." he roared and then, he out of nowhere laughed in her face. "yo, wassup miss ma'am lady, ya inna 5th grade or sum' throwin' these lame ass jabz at me and my dick when ya raggedy ass knows damn well what i'm workin' wit'? i expected something better to at least hurt my feels, but once again, touch me again, lil bitch." he released her hand with his face scrunched up as if he just held a piece of shit in his own hand. "so ya trynna jump a crackhead while being pregnant? what if a crackhead will beat the fuck outta ya, ya peanut sized brain should've thought 'boutta safety of ya baby. but it's ya lucky day i ain't no crackhead, so ain't gon' touch ya. now get outta my damn face and enjoy ya damn day."

ski thought he made it safe, without exploding and saying anything that might lead to a major fight. but, he thought. lori's last line was a burning match to his fuel gallon, the fire started inside of him immediately. yet, outside he kept it cool and unbothered. "which is none of ya business, but tell ya mami and daddi i said hi. i hope now they're all happy about all the dicks ya be bouncin' on." he could feel a toxic taste in his mouth, starting from this unexpected link up to the past that they've shared. since the day ski joined the show, he tried to behave and keep his demons on leash. today? release the hounds, no mr. burns.