𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - lexi howard

- 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

[no silent readers please]

𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶 comes with a lot of baggage, to say the least. Many know who she is but not many actually know who she is. It sounds confusing as shit - trust me, I know - but I've been best friends with her since fucking middle school, and I still don't know shit about her. What I do know, however, is that she's completely fucked up in the head.

At the mere age of eleven, she was diagnosed with conduct disorder after setting her mom's ex-boyfriend's house on fire for no apparent reason. She's been in and out of different psych wards around the state, and has jumped from foster home to foster home ever since. Her dad died when she was, like, ten and her mom hates her - for good reasons, probably. During the next few years, she developed a self harm addiction and bulimia. Then, when she turned sixteen, she was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. It makes sense, considering all she does is fuck up her life everytime shit starts looking good. Like this one time, she was staying with a proper family, who were rich as fuck and were actually considering adopting her - she stole the dad's car and ran away for a few months.

So, yeah, Montana isn't the most stable person I've met, but she's fucking great. Unpredictable, hot, batshit crazy - she ticks all my boxes.

But then there's Lexi, the girl I've been friends with since preschool, though we've drifted apart over the growing years. She's smart, loyal, caring - the two girls are polar opposites. Now, don't call me weird, but sometimes I find myself sitting in class and wondering how the most random two people would be as a couple - Maddy Perez and Kat Hernandez, for an example - but not once in my life have I considered Montana Lestari and Lexi Howard, however I guess love happens in the weirdest ways.

Let's head back to the beginning though, yeah?

Montana Lestari has a strange habit of disappearing every few weeks. Nobody knows where she goes, nobody knows why she goes, but she always comes back eventually, stoned and looking for a place to crash (she usually just randomly turns up at Fezcoʼs crying her eyes out with a needle hanging out of her arm). She did the same thing this summer. While I was at rehab, she was fuck-knows-where and fuck-knows-why.

We used to worry, Fez used to drive around for days looking for her, but not anymore. We've all grown used to it - the social workers, the police, the whole down has. Montana simply does what Montana does, and that's that. She turns up again out of nowhere and acts like nothing happened, like no time passed, then she repeats it again a few weeks later.

And that's exactly what she does today.

"ʼsup, bitches!" a loud, giggly voice booms as the sound of chains rattling enters the quiet liquor store.

Fezco's head slowly turns to face his so-called best friend, who dumped her little brother on him two months ago and ran away without a call. "Hey, Tana," he greets, voice calm from all the weed as he sits back on the chair.

"Monty still here?" she asks, causing him to send her a nod.

"In the back with Ashtray."

Monty Lestari was only a couple months old when his dad died, so he can't really much about him, but he still remembers the day his mom gave him the choice; he was bearly even two years old. "You stay here with me or you can fuck off to the streets with your sociopathic sister," were her exact words. He chose to go with Montana, of course. The relationship between the siblings is pretty strange from an outsider's point of view. No matter how many times his big sister bails him, the seven year old boy still worships her like a goddess. It doesn't matter how many foster parents he meets; Montana will always be the person who raised Monty to be who he is today. And that's the coolest elementary kid in existence.

"Hey, honey!" Montana greets, interrupting my drug deal as she wraps her arms around her little brother. Ashtray watches them, but only shakes his head. They're all family in some fucked-up, 'i'll-never-admit-it-but-i'd-kill-for-you' way - Ash, Fez, Monty and Tana are. "I got you something."

The young boy watches as his big sister digs out a Rick and Morty toy portal gun. "Thanks," Monty smiles up at the drunk girl gratefully, and he gets up to run outside and pretends to use it as he goes through the door way. We can all hear the way he goes on to brag about it to Fezco, who probably isn't even looking at him he's so stoned.

"Babysitting money for you, too, Ash," Montana says, turning to him with a hundred dollar bill in her hand.

Ashtray deadpans her. "Do you know he still pisses himself? Yeah, we're gon' need more than a hundred for that shit."

"Shut up, 'lil boy, remember when I cleaned your diapers?" she retorts and pats his head.

Then she notices me. The single most loudest squeal I've ever heard in my fucking live erupts from her tiny, little throat.

"RueRue!" she cries, throwing her arms around me. "You're back! How was rehab? Make any fuck buddies?"

"Nah." I smirk and hold up the new pills I just conned my way into getting for free. "Wanna do some drugs."

"Hell, fucking yeah, I do."

(a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed it) - tay <33