The D.A.R.E. Generation

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it’s not because i don’t want to write with the people i have threads with, i’ve just been gone for so long.

“are you really sorry? or are you just gonna tell me all the sweet little bullshit you always do until the next time?” venomous, but it’s all she knows as she begins pulling the dish out of his reach. she’s never had the guidance to control the emotions that seem to bubble out between snaps towards him. it’s only when he guides her gaze back towards him that she feels even the slightest bit of calm. there’s something about him that brings out not only rage in her, but also manages to bring her peace despite the want to deepen the argument. “i only get a smart ass mouth when you don’t communicate, so if you’re actually gonna fix that then maybe we can have one nice meal together.” she knows the latter of her statement is untrue. sarcasm is a second language to her, but her pride keeps her from admitting her own wrongs.

        edith’s eyes widen at the next bombshell lenny would drop her, news so wild that edith knew it had to be true. “i guess that’s an interesting route of finding out you’d want to be in a poly relationship. you heard all of that last night?” edith’s walls weren’t nearly that thin. “i guess i’ll have to spend some nights to hear all of the latest drama now.”

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[sms]: aye mami

Cristina placed her hands on her hips, pretending to contemplate even though she had no real choice in the matter, it was already made for her. “Please. That’d make it really easy on me,” she said softly, running her hand over the side of the car one more time. “I have another car,” she added after a moment. “But it’s, you know, vintage, or whatever. I’m not even sure if it would start…” It was still in good condition on the outside, but under the hood, Cristina was as good as lost.

come on, lenny. don’t feel bad about this. she doesn’t need... a dime.

“okay, FINE-- i might get a small... fee? for bringing the car in? i can bring the money to you if you want.” her eyes were practically PLEADING. i need this more than you do.

“Well you want to have the right kind of dealer. I can askmy grandma to make some calls for you,” Cassie said with a smile. “She likes tohelp young artists. If you send me some pictures of your stuff on Facebook, Ican forward them to her.” Babushka lived for this sort of thing. She took young artists under her wings all the time.

At the mention of Nate and Maddy, she stiffened a little.She had sought to avoid the topic for a while now, but there it was staring herin the face. “I don’t really know,” Cassie said. “Maddy’s doing all right, butI couldn’t care less about Nate. The guy just used me for sex, so that’s all Ican say about that.”

“wait, really?” layla hadn’t known cassie long, but she seemed to be a pretty good friend so far. if she was really going to get her grandmother involved and she was any good at this, it could be a game changer. she didn’t bother trying to hide her smile as she waited for the other girl to finish her explanation of the two former... friends or whatever they were to her.

“...ew, he used you? we don’t like nick anymore, girl, don’t worry.” she volunteered before finally pouncing on the other in a hug. “no one uses my best friend.” ...was that what she was doing right now?

NO, because they were friends BEFORE nana got involved...

Cassie tried to imagine what a surrealist person would look like, but the only images she could see were Dali’s melting watches and his Madonna without a stomach. “So have you shown them anywhere or do you just make them for yourself?” she asked. 

“well, i’m TRYING to get hooked up with a dealer who can sell my paintings.” layla admitted, beaming with pride as she spoke. “an-- art dealer. probably about as reputable as the other dealers around here, but if i get money, who cares, right?” she was just rambling at this point, honestly. “...anyway, how are you? how’s... uh... nick? and... manny, right? nick and manny?”

there’s nothing the brunette hates more than being told to relax, especially when she felt justified in being angry in the first place. she manages to keep what little composure she has until the utterance of the the only thing that she could elevate the irritation she already feels. “oh so i’m just your bitch, now? that’s all i am to you?” she breaks the glare she holds and looks down towards the plates before she stands to start clearing the table. “i’d be happier to see you when you say you’re gonna be here, or at least let me know you’re gonna be late as fuck so i’m not staring at the door like some sad little puppy. but i mean, i am just your bitch so..” words are forced out through clenched teeth and if she didn’t have such a small grip she might have broken the plates that were in her hands. “when you can respect me, you can have whatever the fuck this is that we got going on. until then, find some other hyna to play house with because i’m done.”

It was reasons like this that Cristina didn’t usually drive herself. She always had a way of breaking things like this. It was like some kind of rich person’s curse. “Damn…” she murmured, rubbing her hands together. “Well…now what?” She asked Lenny gently. “What do I…do with it?”