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Finishing your walk with Mantis, you already decided that after locking her up ((with the windows down.>:()) you were going to hang out with Mikey! And that's exactly what happened!! Sam had ran off to meet up with some friends of his, supposedly they're Vampire Hunters, he's just as confused as you. So you were alone with Michael, in line for the Farris wheel. Looking around at the pretty ocean, all of the people, and the vibrant lights -and at Michael- with the goofiest/biggest smile on your face, gosh you were so happy to meet Mikey again.
Your happiness was cut short as four familiar punks come up to y'all. Holding yourself behind Michael as they walk closer, the curly head walking into your safety bubble while the rest stay right in front of Michael.
"Leave him alone, Marko." Mikey moves his foot in front of him, stopping him for that moment, but it's no good as the 'Marko' guy pulls you out of your hiding spot.
"What's the big deal, Mikey? He's ain't doing nothing!" The 'Jon Bon Jovi' lookalike (( PAUL LOOKS LIKE HIM. during his blonde era )) says, ending his comment with a laugh while nudging Michael's side. Marko smiles at you, as your body stiffens. Yeah, you were a pretty strong guy! You could probably pick both Marko and 'poofy' up and throw 'em over your shoulder. But that doesn't mean you don't feel fear. These four men make you feel intimidated, though this fear, still so oblivious to you, is so very amusing to them. But, they didn't want you to be completely afraid of them.
"We haven't seen you around here before." A tall brunette says, leaning on Marko's shoulder, practically staring into your soul. "Where you from?" Marko says, his smile still present. As cute as he is, you're not stupid. Nor did you trust them with that information.
Pushing Marko, who surprisingly lets go, and the brunette away, walking closer to Michael. "I wanna leave Mike." You move your from the four boys to the himbo next to you, he nods and starts leading you to the parking lot.
The two of you speed walking to your van, Michael's hand on your back, in-between your shoulder blades. Your hands in your pockets fishing for your keys. The sound of engine starting out makes you almost sprint to unlock the side door, Mantis barking and growling towards both the sound and Michael. But before you could even unlock the door, the punks pull up to you two.
"You didn't let us introduce ourselves." The spikey blonde says with a smug smirk; you frown. "You don't have to," Mr. Spikey leans over on his bike, cocking an eyebrow, that damn smirk on his pretty face still present. Damnit. Another cutie. "I'm.. I'll be leaving tomorrow anyways." You say, fumbling over your words as Michael's hand finds its way from your shoulder blades your actual shoulder, his thumb resting against the back of your neck.
"You're already friends with our dear Michael," he gestures towards him. "Might as well get to know his other friends." He flashes a toothy grin.
"Drop it, David." Michael spits out.
Okay okay,, so maybe you should learn names. Gosh, There's already so many people and you just got on the road!
Marko tugs on the sleeve of your shirt, "C'mooonn! Just one rideee!" He drags his words with a sweet playful smile plastered on his face. Oh my gosh. You're falling for these cuties little trap. Seeing this grown man give you puppy dog eyes,, well isn't the first time it's happened. You've spent years with Stu's puppy dog eyes! You're strong!
He holds both your hands, pulling them into his chest. OKAY REMEMBER YOU'RE STRONG! NO AMOUNT OF ATTENTION LIKE THIS COULD CONVINCE YOU OTHERWISE.
YOU are strong! NO cute guy could change this!
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"FINE. FINE. LET'S DO IT." ... I said you were strong not invincible. His smile turns from playful to joyful in seconds, pulling you in and spinning you around, the brunette stopping him shortly.
Balancing yourself, "Names, please."
You all introduce yourselves as Michael pulls his bike up to your van.
Putting Manny through the car window and giving her a kiss on her big head to calm her down, checking to make sure your phone is in your pocket, you haven't got a notification once. 'Please let my boys be okay.' you silently pray.
The quiet Dwayne puts his hand on your shoulder pling out of your zoned out state, "Let's go." Very straightforward huh?
Turning around to see Michael finally there sitting on his bike, and the rest of the boys already on their bikes, except for Dwayne, who's still standing right next to you. "Uh.. Who am I riding with?" you say, slightly tilting your head. Marko and Paul rise from their bikes. But Dwayne beats them to it, gently pushing you towards his own bike.
Hopping on after him, holding onto him by his waist.
David rides off first, then a speeding Michael, Marco and Paul racing after him, then you and Dwayne. Tightening your grip around him as he speeds off.
The same hollering from earlier feels your ears as you to meet with the rest though it did alarm you at first, it now makes you feel relieved to be in a group once again, especially with Michael.
A sweet smile spreads on your face you felt warm being with the boys, your boys. Tilting your head back just a bit to watch the stars twinkle above your heads.
You looked like a movie star, the way your [long/short] hair flowed from the wind, the way the moonlight complemented your features so gracefully. Gosh you're really handsome.
The more you thought, the more confused you got. How'd you get so comfortable with these guys in the matter of just a couple minutes? Was Santa Carla messing with your head? Maybe it was the nostalgia and comfort you already felt with Michael! Or even how captivating they were to you.. These very thoughts of yours amused the boys, the rush of the ride and your silly thoughts made them feel as if they were on another planet! The feeling crashes down as they remember. Fuck. You're leaving tomorrow, early morning possibly.
They don't have much time to convince you to stay.
Dwayne rides to the front of the group, David's bike right beside you.
You start to join in with the rest of them with all their hollering. The smile on your face was intoxicating, their once cold hearts haven't felt so warm. they come to a quick stop at the cliffside, tightening your grip on Dwayne once again, eye's widen due the height of the cliff.
Michael pick you up off Dwayne's bike, holding you like how a child holds a stuffed toy, speeding walking down the stairs to the once standing resort.
Walking into the entryway, still in Michael's grip as Dwayne lights up the way down. Glancing over all the tattered cloth and furniture, all the candles and the big center piece. The fountain.
"Not bad, huh?" You turn your head to face David. "This use to be the hottest resort in Santa Carla," He says walking down the resort's 'foyer', plopping down onto a old wheelchair.
"Too bad they built it on a fault." He finishes.
"Back in 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco," You nod, your brother's quiet a nerd when it comes to history and you heard about 'The big one' for a small bit. "The ground opened up, and this place took a header right into the crack." David states from his wheelchair. You shiver thinking about how many people could've died during a fall like that.
"Now it's ours." He says, looking right into your eyes. Not for to long though, as Michael pulls you towards the tattered couch. Dwayne seating himself right beside you. You look around again, oblivious to the four pairs of eyes on you. Yes, only four. Marko being sent off to pick up food, much to his disappointment. ((</3))
"-at I love about this place." David's voice sends you out of your daydream-ie state, only catching the last part of his sentence. "You ask," he leans back on his chair. "And then you get." He lights a joint and takes a drag from it, offering it to you.
Puff puff.
Passing the joint around, you turn to the sound of Marko coming through the entry. He smiles at you, holding a box of containers "Feeding time boys! Come and get it!" The smell of [random takeout] hits your nose, making your stomach growl. Dwayne snickers at the sound.
"Guest First." David hands you a takeout box with a smile, Michael goes to stop you but David's gaze warns him off.
Taking the box and [utensil], you take a bite, stopping yourself from stuffing the food down your throat. Maybe you should've eaten dinner before you got to Santa Carla.. Yeah you should of. Looking back up from your food, spotting the boys looking right at you. "Hm?" You hum, your mouth still little full.
"Thirsty, M/n?" David asks, signaling Marko to grab the jeweled bottle. You spot the very bedazzled wine bottle in his hand, you raise your own, declining the offer. "No thanks, gotta be up early tomorrow, and I'm driving." The excitement in the room dies down for a moment, "You rather take a smoke than drink?" David teases. "Ain't like this is gonna last very long, you know?"
Laughter fills the room again, though not yours. Your mind starts to haze over, ears start ringing and you eyesight slowly fades your boy's face to nearly complete darkness. flickering from clear to blurry with each blink as they take you to your van.
Michael's oddly twisted face being the last thing you see, his bright sorrowful yellow eyes staring right into yours.
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