MISCHIEF NIGHT - Lyle menendez.

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LYLE.

"Holy shit we did it Lyle!" Erik practically screams before looking at Lyle looking down at his shirt seeing the blood
"Lyle, there's blood on you," he says and looks down at himself, "there's blood on both of us how did we not fucking know that?"

"Just wear your jacket" Lyle replies calmly.

***9:37 pm***

You sprawled across the soft, worn fabric of the couch, feeling the dull ache of boredom wash over you as you gazed up at the ceiling's swirling patterns. The quiet of the room enveloped you, amplifying the sound of your own thoughts while you awaited your mom's return.

Suddenly, the sharp trill of the phone echoed from the kitchen, slicing through the silence. You turned your head, letting out a frustrated sigh that lingered in the air. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself off the couch, the cushions releasing you with a soft groan, and shuffled toward the kitchen.

"Hello?" you said, your voice tinged with curiosity and impatience.

"Where the fuck are you? Are you inside already" He says, with a hint of urgency in his voice, as he looks around while standing at the front of the ticket booth for the movie Batman.

"no. I'm waiting for-"

He cuts you off "No you get here now- you know what" he rips the ticket feeling frustrated with the ticket booth for not letting then in 15 mins later. "let's go Erik fuck it," he says as he walks towards his car practically stomping on the pavement as Erik follows.

"Meet me at Taste of L.A." He hangs up before you can respond, leaving you standing there confused. "Why the Taste of L.A.?" you mutter to yourself, just as your mom's headlights shine through the driveway, catching your attention.

As you help her inside with the groceries you ask.
"Can you drive me to the Taste of L.A"

Your mom's gaze turns to you as she takes off her jacket feeling tired from work. "I'm feeling tired baby"

"Can I at least drive? Please, Mom, I'll bring the car back in one piece. Just for one hour." You hesitate to reply, knowing your mom's strict rules after sneaking out and attending numerous parties.

"Fine. Just for an hour. First, you put away the food then you can go" Mom says before walking upstairs to her room.

You quickly shoved the groceries in the cabinets and fridge, nearly tossing the bread into the freezer with a sense of urgency. After making sure everything was tidily packed away, you grabbed your keys, feeling a surge of excitement. After being stuck home all weekend mom lets you out.

later you arrive outside and you walk in looking at the decor "woah" you say to yourself before you hear lyles voice
"yeah this is delightful.. I don't usually use that word but... it's really fucking good." he says while taking a other bite of edam cheese
"Here Erik try this" he hand Erik a cheese while looking around for you

You approach them, and a wave of relief washes over their faces as they notice you. Your expression, slightly puzzled, as you think "why are they acting weird"

"Oh hey, y/n! I'm just trying this creamy edam cheese," Lyle announces almost like he wanted people to know they were there, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he offers you a small plate filling it up too much. As he pours you a glass of wine

You furrow your brows and look up at them, maintaining a bored expression as you reply, "I'm allergic to cheese."

Lyle's demeanor shifts quickly; he looks away, trying to regain his composure, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Meanwhile, Eriks confusion evident on his face. "What? Then why did you come here?" he questions

"what the fuck is she not allergic too?" Lyle he mutters knowing you both can hear him, "Just drink the wine then," trying to hide his annoyance.

"I came because *you* asked me too, I didn't know this place was cheese-tasting" you reply defensively with a slight glare.

"what the fuck did you think *The Taste of L. A* was? A fucking chicken place?" he snaps back.

Erik groans before speaking "okay, lets just calm down. Sorry we weren't specific enough on the phone."

***10:37***

"What time is it?" Erik asks, his mouth half-full as he chews. You turn your gaze to the ornate clock hanging on the wall, its hands ticking steadily. "10:13," you reply, lifting the glass of wine to your lips and taking a sip, the bitter liquid swirling in your mouth

"I thought wines supposed to taste sweet, this tastes salty"

You glance over at Lyle, who is gulping down the wine, a look of surprise crossing your face as he reaches for another cup. His calm expression making you feel uneasy.

"Yeah," you reply, tearing your gaze away from him to focus on Erik instead. "I'm driving you both home." You can't shake the feeling that Lyle might end up drunk, or at least close to it.

"I'm fine," Lyle insists, and gulps it again. Beside him, Erik forces a warm smile, trying to conceal the unease that lingers in his eyes from what happened earlier. "Yeah, we're fine," he adds, attempting to sound casual, but you can sense the tension beneath his cheerful facade.

"So, how's your modeling going, Erik?" you ask, hoping to spark a lively conversation. A glimmer of excitement dances in Erik's eyes. "It's going really well! I just wrapped up a photoshoot not too long ago," he replies, a proud smile spreading across his face. You beam back at him, "Really? I'd love to see the photos!"

An hour later, you slide into your car, bidding farewell to the brothers with a warm wave. As you pull away, you crank up the music, reveling in the familiar melodies that fill the air. A light buzz from the drinks still lingers, and you find yourself singing along as you pull up home.

As you pull into the driveway, the soft crunch of gravel under your tires marks your arrival home. After turning off the car, you take a moment to gather your thoughts, feeling the warmth of the evening air. You step out, the night's coolness brushing against your skin, and make your way to the front door.

Once inside, you slip off your shoes, the familiar comfort of home enveloping you. You toss your keys onto the small table beside the door, the clink echoing softly in the quiet house. A drunken smile spreads across your face, remnants of laughter and music still swirling in your mind. You find yourself softly mumbling the catchy tune that has lodged itself in your head, its melody replaying like a favorite memory.

With a gentle push, you open the door to your room, stepping inside. The space feels cozy and inviting, and you quickly change out of your clothes, slipping into your favorite pajamas. As you sink into the plush embrace of your bed, a sense of relaxation washes over you.

11:47 pm.

the phone suddenly rings, you sit up and pull the blankets off. You slide out of the bed letting the cold floor hit your feet as you walk an pull the phone from the receiver.

"Hello?" you say while yawning.

"they- they killed our parents!"