for: cj ( @jforjanus ) location/time: on their way to the stone’s place (11pm)
Even if he tried to recount how it happened, Dario still doesn’t know how he ended up as a passenger in CJ’s car heading to the Stone’s after party. He’s usually skating to these things, headphones on, streetlights streak passing by in golden flashes, rolling up with windburned cheeks and a grin. He’s not complaining, not even a little, just silently surprised that he’s riding shotgun. For Dario, sitting shotgun feels…kinda nice, actually. As he rests his elbows on the door, fingers tapping absentmindedly along to the music, he stole a glance in CJ’s direction. He debated for a moment in whether or not to break the silence, unsure he wanted to remind CJ that he was the one in the passenger seat instead of someone else.
“Hey, CJ,” Dario says, finally making up his mind, fully looking at him. He was about to thank him for giving him a ride tonight, then insist that he doesn’t have to keep being nice to him. Insist that despite their shared moment at Sit and Spin during the last party they didn’t have to suddenly become friends. Insist that CJ didn’t have to force himself to be around Dario more now just because they kissed. Was it a kiss? Sure their lips had met, and it felt like a kiss, but he was not too sure if that’s what it really was. Because he remembers his first kiss ever, with Easy, and how it all felt so similar to that moment. Smoking, lost in the haze of it all, and suddenly that shared moment changed the course of their friendship even to this day.
“I-…” His words trial off as he starts to smell something weird, brows immediately knit together in concern. “What’s that smell?” Dario asked, forgetting all about whatever he was about to say, looking forward again, his question answered by the smoke coming out from the hood of CJ’s car. Maybe this was a sign that he really shouldn’t be going to this party. Or maybe he was just cursed and this was his fault somehow. “Pull over, man. Pop open the hood. Let me see what the heck is going on.” It was practically second nature to Dario when things involved cars, one of the things he’s carried with him that his dad taught him growing up. Luckily the smoke was white, which didn’t necessarily mean something bad.
