Alky

Chapter 1: 24 Hours Before

24 Hours Before

CHAPTER 1

"What are two common methods that had to be agreed upon before The Constitution could be ratified?" Robyn repeats in her head, attempting to comprehend the question. She notices the empty feeling in her brain as she struggles to find meaning in the question. The words float around in her head, aligning and realigning themselves in incorrect orders. The words slip from her mind as she begins to browse for other, more entertaining thoughts. Thinking of cats, trees, her favorite breakfast food, and other miscellaneous ideas. This lasts for a moment before she swiftly catches herself. Now, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Four lights stand still as the fan spins rapidly just a few inches above the bright sphere-like bulbs.

Robyn's room is rather large and simple. The bed on which she is seated stands only a few feet away from her bedroom door. Closing the gap between the door and queen-size bed frame lies a large bedside table. On top of the table are phone chargers, lip glosses, hair ties, pencils, highlighters, pens, and other random objects. They're spread out against the wooden stand, appearing as though they had been tossed recklessly. Her sheets are a cream color, contradicting the black duvet and pillowcases. But Robyn is a very light-hearted and joyous person. You'd be reasonable in thinking she had only purchased them for their simplicity. Directly across from her bed, a few yards away, sits a white desk covered in pencil holders, textbooks, notebooks, and other academic items. And to the right of that, a white bay window. The cushions have a pastel floral print that matches the flowers that outline the window's arch elegantly. Upon entering the room, you'll see all these items on the right. The left mainly consists of a pink circular rug, a bathroom door, and a walk-in closet.

Robyn continues observing the waves and patterns of the fan's blades. A loud and sudden commotion grabs her attention, pulling her eyes to the window. She notices a familiar face. He pulls the window open before climbing into her room and landing on the soft floral cushions. He adjusts his feet, allowing himself to fall into the bedroom as he maneuvers his body into a standing position and approaches her bed. He has brown skin and dark eyes. His hair is a certain brown only obtained by constant dye jobs, colors varying from red to purple and back to black. His brown hair is slicked into a short loc ponytail, revealing the entirety of his face in the light. He's tall and muscular, wearing a medium-sized black T-shirt and black pants that are long enough to hide the top half of his dingy black high-top Air Forces.

"Hey babe." Robyn smiles, removing her laptop from her thighs and leaning in to kiss him, cupping her hands around his neck. He places his hands on her waist; leaning forward towards her, allowing her body to fall back gently. His chain becomes submissive to gravity, the only thing that separates their bodies. His fingers continue to caress her, gradually moving upward. Robyn notices the direction his hands are creating. "Kori, wait." She mutters between his kisses. He retracts the movements, gliding his hands lower and resting on her waist. Kori moves his lips from hers, starting a trail of kisses down her neck. She can't help but smile at the tickly-tingly feeling on her neck. She turns her face to the window, as the kisses get lower. She allows him to reach her belly button with his lips before commenting. "Wait, wait, wait." Robyn whispers before sitting up. She places her hands on his chin, lifting his face upward.

"What?" He asks, maintaining eye contact, this lasts for only a moment. A loud noise erupts, getting both of their attention.

"Are we interrupting something?" Hero asks, stepping into the room. He's dressed in an all-black outfit and a black leather jacket. The dark clothing contradicts his pale white skin. Although his skin is a muted rosy color, his hair reflects a rich deep black and is scattered gracefully on his head. His eyebrows match the ink of his hair as they stand thick and arched on his forehead. His eyes are a blinding blue that stands out amongst the dark aura he presents. Despite the discrepancy, his eyes and skin create between his murky ambiance and black clothing, his tattoo-riddled body assists in his appearance. Hero doesn't stumble or struggle as he enters, climbing through the window gracefully. He captures the scene. Robyn is seated on her bed and Kori is kneeling before her with his hand on her thighs. Kori stands up almost immediately, obviously embarrassed by the situation and attempting to stand strong. Hero chuckles lightly to himself, aware of Kori's attempt. The situation is disrupted by two other teens attempting to squeeze through one by one. Deviin is the first to enter. He's tall and scrawny and brown with blonde waves, wearing a pastel Colorblock sweater. His nails are short and a light shade of pink. His jeans are black with large cutouts. Deviin's look is completed by his pink converses and unique pieces of jewelry. Cleo crawls in behind him, her platinum blonde hair enters the room before she does. She's wearing a skin-tight baby blue dress with matching platform boots and a large, unzipped hoodie covers most of it.