Mitchell smirked. "Alright." He turned around, addressing everybody in the cafe. "All the gays are invited to my house!" He said before walking out the door.
'Uhm, long story short, my parents are transphobic, so they kicked me out,' explained Tyler to Michael. He then turned to Mitchell. 'Should we pick up the drums, or⦠?'
(gtg for class) "Yeah. Do you want me to go with?"
"Wait, hold on! It's my duty as a fellow kicked out kid to help other kicked out kids. I'm coming with."
(okay see ya later) 'How about me and Michael go, then we'll meet at your house?' suggested Tyler. 'Here's my number insert le number. Text me the address.' Tyler then turned back to Michael, 'Come on, let's get on the road!'
"Got it," Mitchell said, slightly disappointed that he had to go alone. "See you soon."
Esha looked at Hazel. "I'm pan. D'you think that counts?"
'I mean, if you want to come, join us, I just thought you might want to get the house ready or something. And plus, I'm staying with you, I'm already asking for a lot,' explained Tyler. 'Come if you want to.'
He waved him off. "No, it's fine, you go ahead with Michael. I'll go to the store and get some chips or something so that nobody gets hungry."
"I mean, I'm bi, so we can both be the outsiders together"
Mitchell turned to them, overhearing their conversation. "Any form of gay works for me," he told them.
"Well I guess we're going to a gay house party. This day escalated quickly"
He chuckled. "I can show you guys where it is. It's only a couple blocks from here."
"Ok? Yeah, lets do this shit."
(gotta go to bed now, see you in the morning)
(have the fun slumbers)
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Adrik nodded, blushing a bit when he heard Michael's reply. He watched as Michael talked to Tyler, not being able to contain his jealousy as he watched the two. He sat awkwardly at his table, quickly fixing his leather jacket and grabbing his things, unsure of what to do.
Michael turned to Adrik. "You wanna come with? We're gonna rescue a drumset from some deadbeats."
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Adrik nodded, his face brightening.
"I know how you feel Tyler, my parents reacted the same way." He said, sympathy showing on his face, Let me get my baby and we can go!" He said, referring to his motorcycle..
"Awesome. I borrowed my roomate's truck so I can follow you guys in that," Michael said, pointing to a large, shiny black Chevy of an older model parked in front of the cafe. "If you want we can load the drums into the back, I've got ropes to tie it down somewhere."
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Adrik nodded to Michael, swinging his left leg over the side of his bike, and turning it on, revving the engine and throwing his heavy black helmet to Michael.
"Take that yeah? I gotta be able to tell where we're going." He said, scratching the back of his neck with one of his tattooed hands.
(That was an excuse my dad had for not wearing his helmet xD I somewhat based this off of what my dad was like with me)
Michael caught it, almost dropping it before saving the helmet. "Um, okay." He set it gently in the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's side of the truck. It hummed to life, and by the sound alone you could tell it was well taken care of. He smiled at Adrik through the window. God, he had a motorcycle? That had to be the greatest thing he'd ever seen
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Ace waited for Michael to pull out, ready to follow him as he turned on the radio attached to the back, the song Sarcasm by Get Scared turned on, he smiled, murmuring the lyrics as he listened.
Michael went to pull out before realizing he didn't really know where he was going. He rolled down the passenger window. "Hey, where are we going? I sorta need directions," he said to Tyler
(sorry was asleep and then was a schooly boi)
'35, Herring Avenue. Not far from here. You know it, right?' said Tyler, getting ready to leave.
(np) Michael nodded. "Yeah, I've got GPS."
'Okay, should we head off, then?' asked Tyler.
(I'm back)
"Well, I'm leaving now. If you guys want to walk with me, you can, or you can wait until you're finished and I'll just give you the address."
"Yeah." Michael rolled the window up and pulled out, smiling to himself. His roomate almost never let him drive the truck, and he liked being able to get places without his skateboard
(okay so now i'm sittin in the truck?? thats cool)
'This truck is cool,' said Tyler, not knowing what to say. Sometimes, he was really awkward and just didn't know what to say to people.
