꧁Iʂʅαɳԃ Iɳ Tԋҽ Sυɳ / Iɱαɠιɳҽʂ꧂

Sunshine, nice to meet you

If there was anyone bitchier than the blonde bitch himself would be 'Sunshine', or at least that's how the entire island called you. It began as a simple family nickname that quickly spread to your friends as nothing more than a tease, but it was tossed around so naturally, you would never respond if someone called you by your actual name, you'd even go as far as introducing yourself as such.

"Sunshine, nice to meet you,"

And there wasn't really any irony with the name and your attitude, you were really a positive and nice energy to be around with, if and only if, you liked the person, you weren't rude, just selective. Well, except with JJ, he's a whole different story, it didn't matter the day or the mood, you always loved to get under your skins, although this time maybe you went a bit too far, which is why you ended up sat down in John B's sink with your back pressed against the mirror and his face fuming right in front of you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, what are you talking about?" you doed up your eyes.

"Don't- don't play innocent with me,"

"I-" you chuckled cynically, "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

It began with a normal and casual party at the Chateau, you know, the ones where all the Pogues come. John was being the perfect host making sure everything was in check, Kiara was debating everyone within a six-feet radius, Poe was trying his best with... everyone really, JJ was eyeing everyone that had a heartbeat, and you were at the center of the living room laughing, joking, making conversation. At one point you caught with the corner of your eye the Maybank boy soothing yet another visitor that was sure to stay the night, something lit up inside you as you machinated the idea of stealing her for yourself, so, when he and John went to get more beer, you didn't waste a second to swoop in his place, you offered her a blunt that you both shared in a quieter place. By the time they got here, you were both nowhere to be seen, until eventually, you both came out of the bathroom, Melissa, poor Melissa as a flushing mess with her lips all plumped, her hair in a tangle, and the straps of her sun dress pushed down; you, on the other hand, came out with freshly washed fingers and a cocky smile, and as soon as you came out of the bathroom, you were shoved inside once again and shortly carried to be placed in a more vulnerable position.

"You know you just cost me tonight's snack, right?"

"Real classy Maybank," you frowned, "But honestly, you should be thankful, if anything she's more than ready to continue with anyone,"

He tilted his head in annoyance, "Do you really think I wanna be stuck being second round?"

"Look, I'm not really looking for one of those dick-measuring contests you men love so much to feed you pathetic pride, mostly because even tho I don't have one it still manages to be bigger than any of yours,"

"You don't say,"

"Well, I mean," you grinned, "I just stole the girl, and she was fine as fuck if I say so myself, but you already knew that," you bragged, "You would've loved her, loud but not too loud, whiny, needy, clearly had a praise kink, and her voice, fuck, I don't think my name has ever sounded better," you bit you bottom lip missing her body details, you had to lay off a little.

He bit the inside of his cheek, "You think you're funny?"

"No, I think- No. I know I'm hotter than you," you pulled a perfectly rolled blunt out of your bikini bra, -neat trick, horrible timing- you thought, because it was indeed perfect, worked every time.

"You're fucking insufferable,"

"Oh, relax, there's like at least 50 girls out there who would love to be dicked down by you," you put it between your lips.

"Go to hell," he took a step back.

"Oh, yeah? And where do you think you're gonna end up ol' sport?" you also took out the box of matches, "Because last time I checked," you lit it up, "Us fags aren't going to heaven," you took a hint, relaxing your head back and releasing the air. You made eye contact again, he was still pissed, "Let it go, pretty boy, what are you gonna do about it, huh? Fuck me instead?"

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Okay, I know I'm a fucking tease but, in my defense, I have no idea how to continue this, please give me ideas for part 2 otherwise I genuinely won't know how to continue

Love y'all