Raw Sugar (KlassyKyon and Chariot)

[Chariot]

Aimee Strauss. Writer. Musician. Part time blasphemer. She sighed as she ducked under the chain and through the gate located behind the football field of the school. Technically, she was skipping, though she had already faked a doctor's note so the wouldn't call her house again. It wasn't that she disliked school as much as she disliked the people in the school, and she used nearly any excuse to get out. Despite her frequent truancy, she was able to scrape out some decent grades so she never had to speak with her father. She sighed shaking her head. She hate thinking about that.

If it wasn't one thing it was another, and avoiding him, and her stepmother in all honesty was paramount to her true passion; music.

She still played her first guitar, an old fender that her mother bought at a garage sale before she died. The tuning never seemed quite right but it was something she just couldn't part with. No matter how ridiculous her parents found her passion. Her brother understood though. And well, being her best friend that was all that mattered to her in the long run anyway.

She was heading his direction as well, at their hiding spot just a few blocks of the school. It was an old convenience store that had closed up after the "great recession" that seemed to close up most of the local shops in town. Although the building had been for sale for years, absolutely no one was buying and they still lived in the kind of town where you hid the spare key under the one potted plant outside. Not that she thought the owner minded much. They kept the space relatively clean and, with the exception of the the couch they had stolen from a goodwill truck and a drum set they had steadily pieced together over the years, they didn't leave much junk around that wasn't already there.

She pulled open the door and yawned walking in.
"I am so damn tired. no wonder why you just blow off the morning entirely," she said walking around the counter to sit on the couch on the other side next to her brother. "The good news is I was able to score some maui off of Trevor McCrowly from biology. The bad news is unless you got money for munchies I'll probably want to swing back to school for lunch."

 

[KlassyKyon]

It wasn't rare for Dante Strauss to skip class. Especially not as of late. This was the second time this week he skipped the morning classes. He found school was getting useless, preferring instead to focus on his music. That's what would carry him, he was certain. So this morning, he woke up, at the normal school time, rolled up the last of his stash and set out, not for school, but the normal hang out building he and his step sister used.

And who would argue with him over grades? His step-mother. But to keep that particular monkey off his back, he did his homework, mostly by copying his buddies. As soon as he was 18, he would be moving out anyway, he was sure of that.

While thinking this he entered the old convenience that became their hide-out, and looked around grinning. He could always move into here. Move here and play, smoke, and drink to his heart's content. He laughed at the thought, turning to close and lock the door, to keep out unwanted people, then moved to the couch he and Aimee had stolen. He fell back onto it, finding the fact that it was stolen making it more comfortable then its used appearance granted it. He took a glance at the wall clock he had hung up during his last visit and mumbled to himself. "I'm sure she won't mind if I light up alone.."

He pulled out the well wrapped blunt and his lighter, shifted around in his seat and lit up. He placed the lighter aside next and took a long drag, holding it then slowly exhaling with a grin.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, it felt forever, but soon the door opened and in stepped in the girl he had been waiting for. Sister, friend, or simply Aimee. Didn't matter who exactly, but she was possibly the only person he really cared for nowadays. as she spoke he nodded, clearing his throat, his blunt all gone by now. "Well.. yeah.. I'm finding most of my morning classes useless now." Dante watched her move around to the couch, trying his best to not keep a stupid grin on his face as she brought up what she got. "I got money, depending on what you feel like getting today."

 

[Chariot]

Taking off her backpack, she pulled out a dimebag from an inner pocket and tossed it to Dante teasingly. "I'll have you know that it was a degrading process to get that. Fucking McCrowly is an asshole. I gave him fifteen dollars--fifteen--and he still wanted more. So apparently I'm "going on a date" with him or something," she sighed sitting back closing her eyes, "I wish he didn't grow such good weed. Jackass. Roll me a blunt would ya?"

Sighing she took off her shoes and cuddled up near his legs, waiting for him to roll. "Did you remember my guitar? I need to talk to Jack and see if he still wants to go to the gig tonight. If he doesn't it might not be worth going to in all honesty," she admitted stretching her arms. Jack was the on again off again friend who would occasionally hang out or jam with them. they had a few songs with him, but mostly it was awkward being around him because of his obvious crush on Aimee. Whom, try all he might, wasn't in the least bit interested. "It's some hole in the wall pub near Ali's Garage. Likely the only people we would get would be tweakers."

 

[KlassyKyon]

He caught the bag and held it up to exam it. "Fifteen and a date? For this?" Dante sighed, opening the bag and taking a good whiff of it. "Delay him on that little 'date' for as long as possible. It smells good, but I see a few seeds in this." He stretched for a moment before reaching down besides the couch for is old math textbook, and the papers he kept there. Placing it on the arm of the couch, he opened the bag and began to work. "Well, I was going to wait til it was done to surprise you, but I'm actually growing some, right here." He pointed towards the counter, the far side where the cabinet was. "Remember a few months ago when I bought that really good shit? That $50 stuff? He also sold me a few good seeds for $15 since I've been going to him for awhile. There they are, and coming along well. I swear, if that dumbass Trevor knew what I was growing, he'd piss himself."

As she cuddled up near his leg, he began to properly go through the bag and roll. Along the way, he pulled some seeds out and flicked them towards the floor. Even finding a small branch which he put in his mouth to suck on lightly as he listened to Aimee speak. "Yeah, I almost forget your guitar, but remember at the last second.. it's by the drums." Then he sighed, bringing the blunt to his lips to lick it shut. "I'm getting tired of Jack really, we need to find another guy.. that guy keeps texting me and shit for tips on asking you out." Which Dante never gave. Not only was Aimee a dear family member now, but in the past Dante had even had a small crush on his now sister. A crush which, despite his trying, he could seem to shake yet. "I think we should go. With or without Jack. Tweakers tip good sometimes, not to mention we could use the money to skip class all day tomorrow and just get fucked up, eh?"

 

[Chariot]

Aimee started to laugh, "Aww, someone getting brotherly about the love between Jack and I?" She snorted, turning pink at the thought. Aimee had never had a boyfriend, or even went beyond second base with anyone before. For some reason the interest never came...well, that was mostly true. Deep down she knew that she would be with Dante is she was able to. If her father had just been a little smarter and not married his mother. But it was too late know. There was no single way that he reciprocated her feelings. Or looked at her the way she looked like him sometimes.

"Jack isn't too bad of a guy, just clueless. But all right, I won't call him. Saves me finding a payphone." Even after the years she had known Jack, she had refused to give her personal cell to him. The talked on facebook occasionally, and she'd call him from a payphone, but his childlike advances from day one kept her from giving her number to him. And he was too cowardly to ever directly ask anyway so it all worked out.

"You do realize the end of the semester is coming right? I can't just skip all the time your mom will go ballistic. Plus, I have applications and shit I should send to colleges..." It was a weak excuse in all honesty. She had submitted several college applications at this point, and her grades rarely dipped below a B. But it was better to remind him of that then mention that this was the third day in a row they had skipped, and if they were going to be drinking tonight that would be the fourth time this month. She sighed, and took the blunt from him, shooting him a small glare before lighting it and taking a toke.

"If were gonna get fucked up why not come back here tonight? I'll say I'm at Rachel's house or something, she'll cover for me. And you can "go" to Jack's--who will cover for you if you give him a false number and say it's mine. I don't want to nurse a potential hang over at the house. Knowing my luck your mom would want me up early for something stupid like church or whatever."

 

[KlassyKyon]

"Oh quite you." Dante pushed at her as she teased him for being protective. It wasn't so much being 'brotherly' as him just being jealous. Her father, and his mother had ruined his plan. He had known her, for seemingly forever. He was just working up to courage to potentially harm their friendship and ask her out with his mother told him the 'good news' of the marriage. That's why essentially drove him over the edge. He found himself smoking and drinking a lot more then he had been doing. Even skipping classes was an off branch of these events. Anything to escape home.

"Bah.. college. I'm going to make it big in rock, just you watch." He grinned, grabbing his lighter to seal up the blunt, but just as he finished she grabbed it. He looked at her then shrugged. "relax, you were going to get the first hit, Miss 'Date for dope.'"

"I suppose we could come back here and crash, But I'll have to stop by Mike's on the way, to pick up more weed and papers. After we get paid of course." He'd probably sleep in and miss school on purpose anyway. He always did well with hangovers, usually a can of soda and he felt great. "We'll also need to stop at home, grab a blanket or something though, Not exactly a warm building here."