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sun rise (fluff)

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- ( ⚠️ use of pills)

"Wheres becky?" anya asked damian as she went down the steps of her apartment building, the wind blows coldly onto her body. "She'll pick us up" he said the sound of her shoes tapping onto the ground as she finished going down the stairs. "Does blackbell really have a car?" emile asked as ewen puts his hand against his chin and went into a thinking position.

"Hey lets just hope her car can fit all of us, i have a feeling her car is gonna be small. You know since she likes cute things?" ewen told emile, "hey not everything small is cute" anya said to the two "hey i mean becky finds everything small cute, she even finds you cute"

emile and ewen teased as they both blushed mischievously putting anya in her troubled face as a nerve appeared on her forehead.

A car appeared, a red one. Convertible and emile and ewen knew exactly what kind. "B-BLACKBELL?" they both said in sync as becky pulled infront of them. "Hey losers hows my car?" becky showed off, "T-THATS A 1965 MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE" emile says as he circles the car fastly and so does emile in different sides of the car. "Heh you didn't expect me to have this kind of car don't you?" she says as she gets out of the drivers seat.

"Aren't you gonna drive becky?" anya asks on why she switched to the backseat "oh im definitely not driving, desmond you drive" becky says as she points to the drivers seat when she looked at damian.

Damian sighs and goes to the drivers seat, "hey you two idiots get in we're gonna be late" becky says to emile and ewen, they both hop onto the back besides becky then anya gets into the passenger seat.

"No fair damian got to ride this first" emile side eyes damian on the rear view mirror. "Not my fault I passed my drivers license test" he says as he moves the car, "you guys don't mind, if i go fast right?" damian asks. "we don't, GO OFF SY-ON BOY" She cheers

The ride was pretty smooth and becky, emile and ewen sung along to some songs loudly "its literally 12 midnight guys" damian complained "boo you whore" becky says back as she goes back to her singing. Damian rolled his eyes, "where are we going again actually?" emile asked "to our death I suppose" damian responded to which anya slapped his arms and damian lets out a 'heh' then anya turned around to emile and ewen.

"A parking lot drive and dine party becky said" anya says to the two "mhm thats why my outfit today is super gorg" becky says "what about you anya? No super gorg outfit?" Damian asked "im gonna change when we get there" anya says as she gets comfortable again on her sit.

"Lots of alcohol there guys, if one of you doesn't drink im ditching you guys" becky says "BECKYY YOU KNOW I GET DRUNK EASILY" anya whined "don't worry anya prince charming over here will take care of you" becky says as she points at damian.

"anya does not need a babysitter" anya says as she crosses her arms "I wouldn't even agree to take care of this dimwit anyways" damian followed

"Omg omg stop flirting desmond turn right!" becky says as she shakes damians sit, "okay okay wait" he says as he turns on the signal and turned right.

"okay desmond stop" becky said as she gets out and signaled emile and ewen to getout too "desmond show off this car and your cute little girlfriend or ill tell her the time when you tho—" "OKAY STOP TALKING" damian yelled as anya was confused on whats happening.

Damian kept the car going as they enter the parking lot "this is embarrassing" damian says as he revs the car with his stoic expression but in reality inside he is screaming in embarrassment right now.

People starred as their car parks and anya and damian got off of their seats and went to gather with becky,emile and ewen. "crowds" anya says "crowds?" damian asked "I forgot that i didn't like crowds im stupid" anya says as she fidgets the fabric of her jacket.

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