Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"It's so stupid that we can't call prison and prison has to call us." Ryan spoke in annoyance, a joint in her mouth and trying to find a way to get ahold of Brandon when he didn't do his usual call to her.
"I think his music is saying something." Trevor spoke up, blowing smoke forward.
Ryan gave an odd look. "Brandon's?"
"No!" he gave her an annoyed look, leaning in some so his headphone was closer to her. "Sort of powerful, but in a totally self-aware way. It's almost like I don't know if i'm playing the music, or the music is playing me."
Ryan hummed. "Love that, Trev. It's a great mental image I just had."
"Dude, what? You smoke way too much." Sean laughed from his other side, turning away from writing on the wall.
"Aw, Trevor, you have a playlist for me and Brandon?" Ryan asked, Trevor looked over and realized she had his phone. "That's such a soft-"
"Give that to me!" he tried to yank it from her.
"Why? What are you hiding? Are you reading sexy books again?" Ryan faked a shocked gasp, ducking down so he couldn't get to her. "Ow! Did you just stab me in the ribs?"
"You make me want to throw you over the bars." he nodded to the bars infront of them, their legs dangling over the side. Yanking his phone back, he gave a look. "And no, that's not for either of you. Brandon Ryan is a band name, if you were so curious."
"Oh, seriously? That's crazy. Is it heavy metal?" Ryan asked, inhaling on her joint.
"No, it's opera." Trevor joked back, making Ryan laugh before she started to choke on smoke. Sean's phone beeped, videoing Hawk from a distance. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Recon." Sean said back. "Haileys been hanging out with that blowtard, Hawk."
"Dude, he's, like, the nicest guy ever." Trevor gave a shrug his way.
"Maybe Hailey likes nice guys now." Ryan hummed.
"I am nice." Sean defended himself.
"Oh really?" she asked in disbelief. "You pissed on my fruit."
"I didn't know it was a fruit plant." he defended himself for the millionth time. "When do I get to stop apologizing?"
"Never." Ryan shrugged. "Brandon and Trevor never pissed on my fruit roots."
"Okay, whatever. Want a burrito or what?" Sean looked her way.
"I'd rather sit here and have my stomach eat my heart." Trevor answered, blowing smoke forward.
"Another great mental image." Ryan hummed, patting his back. "Thanks, Trev."
"A bit dark, you know that?" Sean nodded his head with a questionable look. Trevor was quiet as the two looks over. "Oh, your moms leaving tomorrow, huh?"
