you / alone

nineteen

One day, Sunny thinked something. Well, it started when he realised how much he was getting into art. After Mari started studying music, Sunny relaised very quickly it wasn't for him. Def for Mari, but he's not that lustful for sheets and notes and all that jazz. Don't get me wrong, he loved listening to Mari play, but if he had to do another fucking recital, he was going to snap. Eventually, he realised he was much more interested in drawing in his sketchbook. He spent ages, hypnotised by the lines he created, not exactly aiming for perfection, only improving. And improve he did. Sunny got so good, he was a pizza delivery driver.

Okay, maybe not really noticed for his art yet, but it was worth it at the end of the day, he liked to think. He tried really hard to convince himself that the pizzas were NOT gonna deliver themselves. He wished they would. He was getting real sick and tired of the stench of grease lingering on him even after he showered that 1 time a week he usually does. He felt like a joke. Like he'd never be a REAL artist. Just a pizza guy. He went to school every day pretending the thoughts weren't lurking behind him but they sure as hell were.

Sunny tuned out everything, because he could. He tuned out the thoughts and his family and his friends as much as he could. It was easier that way, at least temporarily. He even got good at it too. So good he couldn't hear the teachers yelling at him and forcing him into detention!

It was when somberly made his way to the detention room where he came across a poster. "CASH PRIZE: $10000!" He didn't bother with reading the requirements. All Sunny wanted was CASH. He would find a way into it. He always did. So he stole the poster (so no one else had a chance of winning the cash prize, of course) and booked it into detention with the artefact in his pocket. He had huge pockets btw. He spent the entire time thinking about how he was going to use allllll the money for himself and his pleasures. He could use a new drawing desk, or like, some better supplies than the crayola ahh products he was already using. Oh yes, this would be good. Sunny was so confident he could win any competition they threw at him. Usually, he was quite the pessimist, the unlucky lil dude. But today, he thinked, he hit rock bottom, and he could only go UP from here!

When he walked back home, he pulled the flyer out of his pocket, basically on his toes the whole way, envisioning the cash in his hands. He still didn't read the rest. He was 2 giddy ://. It was only when his My Big Sister, Mari, noticed he was suddenly full of joy after spending his friday afternoon in detention - did he realise what he'd gotten himself (mentally) into. He smiled brightly, practically glowing, as he handed Mari the poster.

"...Um, Sunny?" Mari raised an eyebrow, very sceptical indeed, while she read the contents. "Why are you excited about this? I thought you gave up music ages ago."

Sunny's entire vision collapsed. "fuck u mean 'music?' this is about money bru"

Mari rolled her eyes so hard they almost when into behind her skull or whatever. "No bro. Did u even read this???"

Insead of answering her question, he violently snatched the very wrinkled paper from her hands and GASPED! "BATTLE OF THE BANDS????????????????????????????? WHAT THE FREAK MARI"

"I aint the one who started it bruh"

Sunny collapsed on the floor, ashamedand embarrassed he even showed mari especially after what happened last time........*shivers scaredly*... He lay there, for maybe ten minutes. then he thought.... and thinked.... and thinked.... in this AU, his friends had all previously learnt an instrument.... but.... no, that column't work.?? could it?