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Thread: Last Chance (Mojito & Raivh)

Ava easily fell asleep around four in the afternoon. Tears staining the silk of her pillow. The cellphone on her bed vibrating a few seconds before the high pitch sound of Super Mario pierced her slumber and the silent atmosphere of her home. A gasp from her pink lips signaled her awakening. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The clock on her side table read six twenty three. Oh my gosh.... she scrambled to get out of her bed and fixed herself up in the bathroom right quick. Her emerald eyes gazing back at her reflection in the mirror. Brushing off the pizza crust crumbs from her white wife beater and denim shorts. The white cotton of her bra hiding the prized precious mounds that men tend to see more than her face. Nothing back breaking but nothing not too small. She was almost late to his house. He had been packing for a while and she hardly got to see him in that time. Tonight was movie night. She hurried down the stairs and slipped on her Van sneakers, snatched up her keys, and locked the silent empty door behind her. Walking down the street to her life long friend's home. He was the only guy she could always rely on. They had been friends since the sixth grade. She slipped her wretched cellphone in her pocket before knocking on his door. The night wind air messing with her straight ebony locks as she painted a smile on her lips. This was suppose to be a relaxing night. Two best friends crashing before the television watching a few movies, and snacking on junk food. Ava wanted to get in a few more good memories out of Bryce before he left. She was staying in town and attending the International Culinary Institute of Art while he would be leaving the country. He had put up so much crap for her. He's seen her at her worst. She slept over a few times. Just the occasional pass out and leave in the morning routine. Her parents were on their Anniversary Cruise and they happened to love Bryce. Last edited Jun 16, 2022
Thread: Last Chance (Mojito & Raivh)

Packing was something he hated doing. Hed hated it when hed moved to this town in the sixth grade, and nothing had changed. Tossing clothes into bags, junk into boxes, he bound and taped containers up, scribbled his name on them, and carted them to his van in the garage. It was a large green vehicle, an old Dodge, and the only reason hed bought it was so he could lug his equipment around. Now, all the good it would be doing him was getting from his house to the airport, where he would shove all of his belongings on a plane and pay a ridiculous price for shipping them. Hearing his mother shouting his name, Bryce slammed the doors to his van shut and wandered back inside the house, clearing the steps in one jump, an easy feat. Jogging into the kitchen, his socked feet slid over the tiles, and he went crashing down to the ground and sliding into a cabinet. Bryce Anthony Miller! his mother hollered, gasping from her place in front of the stove. She was stirring something in a pot. Rising to his feet, Bryce gave her a shamefaced grin. His mother huffed. What time is Ava supposed to be getting here? Its almost seven, why dont you go out and see if shes headed up the street. He knew it wasnt a suggestion. His mother never made suggestions, just commands that he was required to obey under hers and his fathers roof. Making his way to the door, he pulled it open just as she knocked. Hey, he said, wearing a lackadaisical grin. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his favorite pair of old blue jeans, he stepped aside to let her in, and then shut the door. Moms making dinner, but I dont know what it is. Chicken breasts and mashed potatoes! his mother, Emma, shouted from the kitchen. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were narrowed, daring her son to say anything bad about her cooking. Leading her to the stairs, he shuttled down into the basement and flipped on the lights to get everything set up. Most of his movies were packed, but hed left a few out to choose from tonight. Thumbing through the five or so titles, he decided on Season of the Witch. You know its almost winter, right? Falls just about over. He glanced at her as he shoved the disc into the player. Crossing over to the couch, he flopped down in the corner, remote in hand. Youre crashing here tonight, right?
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Ava laughed softly as her ears recognized the sound of his mother and her 'suttle' tone. Hey Bryce. She smiled and waved to his mother. Hi Mrs. Miller!! As a guest the girl waved contentedly to her hostess from the evening. With a laugh she asked Bryce as they descended the stairs, What did you do Bryce Anthony Miller? I heard it from outside of the door. A cellphone and a set of keys was plucked from her pockets and placed on a nearby table. It's never good when a parent says your full name. Ava plopped herself onto the opposite end of the sofa and got comfortable. Are you really questioning what I wore over to your place? Emerald eyes rolled at the idea. Yes mom, I know fall is almost over.The words were dripping with acrimony as she slipped off her shoes at the base of the sofa. Yeah I'm crashing here. Your mom said yeah, of course. I accidentally watched Paranormal Activity 3 yesterday and ...well...needless to say you have yourself a roomie for the night because Ava Amelia Lock is not going back there until sun up. She gave him a false evil look and crawled over to his side of the sofa and poked him in the chest, Try to pull one stunt to try and scare me and I will SO tell your mother....oh yeah...I went there. Ava bit back a smile before retreating to her own side of the sofa.
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I ran inside and slid into a cabinet. The grin on his face was anything but ashamed in front of his friend. Yeah, Im really questioning what youre wearing, Bryce mumbled as he stared at the remote and pressed play. Turning his head, he stared over at her as she leaned forward to put her shoes on the ground. Because every damn time you end up sick, I get sick, too. As much as she was typically over and staying the night, there was no avoiding catching a virus if either one of them had one. He shook his head at her when she said shed watched Paranormal Activity 3. He wasnt sure how that horror franchise, with its cheap production and bogus effects, made it to the big screen, let alone sold tickets, DVDs and Blu-rays. Feeling the couch shift, he glanced from the menu screen to her, and backed against the arm of the couch as she jabbed him in the chest. A smirk spread over his features, already thinking of ways to make her scream. Go ahead, tell her. He shrugged and got to his feet, unzipping and shrugging out of his jacket. He tossed it over her head and laughed. Im out of here in a month, anyway. Whats she going to do? Tell me I cant catch my plane? Hell no, Im out of this house bright and early Tuesday morning. Sinking back down onto the couch, he turned and placed one socked foot in her lap, the other on the back of the couch beside her head. There was a devious glint in his eyes, and he wiped his foot on her cheek. Do my feet stink yet? Ive been wearing these socks for the past two days. Chuckling, the couch shook with the uneven rise and fall of his chest, and he pulled his right foot down and let it flop on the couch, toe poking her hip. He didnt bother moving his left foot, the heel of his foot resting against her inner thigh. The movie started playing, and he turned his attention to the screen.
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There was no way in hell she was going to admit to taking a shot of dayquil before coming. She cracked a smile at his score of confidence. You wouldn't say that in front of your mother, would you? Her words dripped with daring intent. Do you really question what your mother will do? Like the time she took your door off of its hinges and stored it in the garage because you slammed it one too many....Ugh!! She struggled beneath his nasty foot swatting as though it would help. Geez...Bryce you are seriously the brother I never wanted some times!! She took the small throw pillow tucked at her side and whacked at him with each word. You....will..cut...it ....out! A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as she place the pillow back where it was and sat back to watch the movie. She loved watching Nicholas Cage in almost any movie he made . Ava would be on edge all night knowing that Bryce would probably try to scare her for his own sense of fun. Her hands wrapped around the throw pillow as emerald eyes watched the story progress. Ava could smell dinner all the way down stairs and knew his mother would be announcing it. Her stomach growled, revealing how hungry she was.
Thread: Last Chance (Mojito & Raivh)

Only grinning each time she hit him with the harmless throw pillow, he shook his head. He was having fun pestering her. It wasnt until after the movie got interesting that he sat up with his feet on the floor, legs bowed out. Staring at the screen, he barely heard his mother when she called down that dinner was ready. Still, he remained seated where he was, and after a minute or two more, he paused the movie and got to his feet. Standing in front of Ava, towering over her seated form, he grinned. His arms launched forward, hand wrapping around the underside of her knees and yanking her toward him so that her back was on the couch. Hungry? he asked. I could hear your stomach growling over the movie. He was situated between her thighs, her knees at his hips. Dropping one of her legs, he reached out and patted her stomach, teasing her with his lopsided smirk. Lets go get something to eat and then come back down to finish the movie. Releasing her, he ran off, thundering up the stairs until he reached the kitchen. He slowed, not wanting to go sliding and crashing into the cabinets again.
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Arms stretched themselves above her head and eyes halfway closed as Bryce paused the movie on behalf of her stomach. Half a smile painted itself upon her pink lips as she was dragged halfway off the sofa, held temporarily captive by her overnight roomie. The act was no surprise to her. She rolled her clover green eyes and continued to slide from the sofa , in a lazy fashion, until her knees felt the carpet beneath her. Quickly she hoisted herself to her feet and bolted up the stair, just to slow down at the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and took in the smell of dinner with a look of approval. Il sent bon. She uttered with a french accent. It smells delicious. One extra class Ava took every year in high school was French. Freshman year, she had plans to go to France and expand her culinary expertise when she was able. Ava went to the cabinets and began pulling out plates and silverware. Thank you for letting me stay the night Mrs. Miller. She gave her hostess a quick hug before returning to the task at hand. Mom gave me permission to burn that dvd that dad left in the dvd player. Apparently she isn't sleeping all that well since he had her watch Ghost Ship before they went on the cruise. She giggled as she took the supplies to the table and took a seat. So mon ami incompetents ... you are fleeing the country. Will you be building a new alias for yourself? Psyched to meet new girls?
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When Bryce heard Ava enter the kitchen, he glanced over his shoulder, only to hear her spout something in French. With a shake of his head, he set about grabbing cups to place around the table. She knew he couldnt understand what she was saying, and he had no doubt that was why she spoke the language around him. Having taken no foreign languages himself, he had every intention of using the aid of the translator he and his crew had hired. France was one of the best places around the world for an independent filmmaker to kick-start his career, but Bryce had no intention of living there. From what he had heard, the French were a rude people who hated Americans, and the Eiffel Tower wasnt all it was cut up to be, but it along with the Louvre were two of the few attractions worth seeing. Youre welcome, Bryces mother said with a smile, just as her son passed by to grab a carton of milk from the refrigerator. He poured three glasses, and then sat down himself to wait for his mother to serve dinner. When Ava sat down, he glanced over at her. The only word I can pick out of that gibberish is incompetent, he stated, knowing that she meant it in jest. Still, he launched his foot toward her chair, nailing it in the leg. His mother glared at him, quickly snapping that if he broke the furniture, he could pay for it. Bryce shrugged, focusing on Avas question about him meeting girls over in France. Yeah, why wouldnt I be? You better not get any of them pregnant, his mother said, eyebrows raised as she set food on each plate. Dont even think about having sex with a girl until youre on your feet with a respectable job. And I dont mean this filming business, either. Bryce took a bite of his chicken. Chickens dry mom, he commented with a grin. And dont worry Ive got plenty of condoms. The look his mother gave him was anything but amused, and hearing the phone ring, she got out of her seat to go answer it. Moments later she was walking back into the kitchen. Bryce, I got a late night call and I have to go in. Theyre short-staffed. Looking to Ava, she smiled. Ava, if you dont want to sleep on the floor in Bryces room, you can have my bed. Bryce snickered, continuing even when his mother shot him a questioning look. Something to say, Bryce? Nope, he returned with a grin. Have a good night at work, mom. After the front door closed, Bryce picked up his plate and headed for the basement. Come on. Lets go start the movie again. Walking down the stairs, he rounded the front of the couch and flopped down, fork and plate in one hand, glass of milk in the other. He set the milk on the floor and the plate on the middle cushion while he hit play on the remote, and then pulled the plate back into his lap to finish eating. It was a quiet few minutes while he ate, chewing and swallowing, and when he was done he slid his plate, fork, and glass to the side of the couch and slouched against the seat.
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Ava laughed to herself as Bryce walked the thin line with his mother as she sipped at her cool milk and cut up the pieces of chicken before touching anything else. You can be such a pig, Bryce. Her eyes stayed on the contents of her plate as she stabbed a piece of chicken and consumed it as her crazy friend mentioned condoms. Her emerald eyes tore away from the plate and looked at Mrs. Miller as she announced her departure and the new available sleeping arrangements. At the same exact moment that Bryce's mother gave him a questionable look, Ava gave him a look that dared him to say what he was going to say. Thanks Mrs. Miller. A smile painted itself upon her lips as she continued to eat until the sound of the front door closing reached her ears and she stood up just as Bryce spewed his idea. Plate in one hand with a fork balanced on the side, and a glass of milk in one hand, Ava made her way down the stairs and sat on her side of the sofa. Her glass of milk was place on the side table and she bent her legs to her side and picked the remnants of her food off of her plate. Her plate was cleared and her glass empty after a few minutes. The plate and glass were set on the side table and she Leaned against the arm of the sofa with her feet still at her side. Her lips parted in a silent gape for a quick moment when she watched the witch turn into her true monstrous form. Ava loved the movie. She loved movies with Nicholas Cage. Je l'ai aim. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai mme la peine de demander. I'll be right back. Ava grabbed her cellphone off of the side table and looked at the time. Ten twenty-seven. She stretched her arms above her head before she stood up off of the sofa and grabbed her plate and glass and placed hers on top of Bryce's and carried them both, along with the glasses and took them upstairs and began rising them before loading them in the dishwasher.
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When the movie was coming to a close and Ava reached for her cellphone, checking the time, Bryce shifted in his seat and turned his head to look at her. There was a frown on his face. English, Ava. I didnt take French, he grumbled. The movie continued to play, rolling through the last few scenes and exorcism of the demon. Exhaling, Bryce furrowed his brow, watching his friend stretch and as she gathered their plates, forks, and glasses from dinner and head for the stairs. He didnt understand her immediate need for the room to be clean, never had. He paused the movie, wondering why she couldnt have waited for it to finish, and pushed himself to his feet. He could hear the water running upstairs, followed by the sound of the dishwasher opening and glass clinking. His footsteps were slow and easy coming up the stairs, and when he reached the top he stopped, observing her as she loaded the last of their dinner dishes into the machine. You want anything for dessert? he asked, shuffling into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. He scanned over the items before shutting the door and squatting down to check the freezer. Producing a container of cookies and cream ice cream, he walked over to where she was and set it down. Heard anything more from asshole? Bryce shot her a glance, pulling open a drawer to retrieve two spoons. Handing one to her, he plucked the lid from the ice cream container. There were only a quarter of its contents left. Or has he finally decided to back off. A sarcastic grin swept over Bryces features, remembering the day hed had the pleasure of decking Avas recent ex in the jaw. The guy had fallen hard and fast. Taking a bite of ice cream, he swallowed it before scooping out a second. His green eyes were on hers, studying her slender face. A crease formed between his eyes, and he dropped his spoon into the ice cream container. Do you want a pair of sweats or shorts to sleep in? he called over his shoulder, padding from the kitchen, to the living room, and down the hall to his bedroom. He pulled open the door and flicked on the light, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it land in a heap. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, he let them fall to the floor and jerked a pair of sweats up to his hips.
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The cleaning was programmed into her by her parents. She finished up the dishwasher, closed the dishwasher door, and washed her hands before accepting one of the spoons. When have I ever turned down dessert? Cookies and cream was her second favorite ice cream, right behind cookie dough. Her spoon took a dive into the tub of ice cream then delivered it to her lips. The side of her body leaning against the countertop. She took one more scoop before answering his question. He's trying to get back with me.His trusty sidebar slut dumped him because of the damage you inflicted on his face. I'll give you my new number later. Her smile was now replaced by a smirk as she took another scoop of ice cream. Shorts please. As Bryce wandered off she washed her spoon in the sink and placed it in the drying rack before she consumed the rest of the ice cream. It was just now dawning on her that she never really thanked him for what he had done to her ex boyfriend. She placed both hands onfhe edge of the counter an hoisted herself up sat there. Legs dangling over the edge of the cold granite countertop.
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Her new number explained why he hadnt been able to get a hold of her. Alright, he shouted, scrounging around in his room for a pair of shorts. He found a pair on his bed and snagged them, giving them a quick sniff to see if hed warn them recently and more than once. Judging by the lingering scent of dryer sheets, he knew he hadnt worn them at all or only once. Before exiting the room, he flipped off the light and then wandered back into the kitchen to find her perched on the edge of the counter. A knot in his throat tightened when his gaze fell to her bare legs, and he quickly put on a smirk. Dont let me find out while Im in France that you went weak and decided to get back with asshole, he teased, pulling the shorts onto her head, tying the strings, and mussing up her hair. Static electric sparks popped and he laughed, leaning back against the counter beside her. His eyes slid to her ankles and traveled up her calves and thighs. When he spoke again, there was seriousness about him. I mean it, Ava. I dont want to hear some bullshit excuse that youve fallen in love with that guy, or any guy who would try to hurt you. Shifting, he pushed away from the counter and grabbed the empty bucket of ice cream. Ill be pissed, he muttered, chucking the container into the trashcan, before he turned and placed his hands on her hips. Green eyes met hers, and the mischievous spark returned. Lifting her from the counter and setting her down on the floor, he stared down at her. Now I remember when I wore those shorts. I went commando that night. He grinned and slid his hands into the pockets of his sweats.
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Ava stared at her lap, lost in thought. Both hands still at her side, holding onto the counter top. Her mind slowly drifted back and a comfortable smile grew on her lips at the sight of her friend bringing her a pair of shorts. A smile flashed as she snatched the shorts from her head, knowing that he wouldn't have done such a thing. The first time he had done that she was punching him over and over on the floor, with little effect, until he confessed the truth and stopped laughing. Wearing half a smile she placed her arms on his shoulders and gave a soft sigh of reluctance. I promise I won't get back with him or any other douche bag remotely like him. For a minor serious moment she gave him a quick hug. Thanks for doing a number in his face. Daringly she placed a kiss on his cheek before escaping his clutches and running from to the kitchen, down the hallway and into the bathroom. After flicking on the light she locked the door and unbuttoned her shorts. The denim falling into a pool of fabric at her feet as she adjusted her black lace panties before slipping on Bryce's shorts. She picked up her shorts and folded them and leaving the bathroom after turning the lights off. It was now her turn to dawn the mischievous grin as she wandered over to his room and turned on the light. Walked over to his bed and laid on top of the sheets. Obviously faking sleep as she laid on her stomach and placed her head on top of her hands as she closed her eyes, fighting back one seriously fierce smile. He could sleep in his mother's room and she could sleep here. She could smell the Joans River perfume seeping into the hallway from moments before. That thought helped her smile subside.