Stormy's song

dead presidents for dead trees

write a chapter in which a female catcalls a male, contradicting standard stereotypes 

  "Can you play dead presidents for dead trees by rsm?" the radio sputtered as the person who called into the station's voice cracked as the signal cut in and out. 

"Dude turn it up I love this song." Sawyer pulled into the parking lot in a space all the way in the back of the frozen yogurt place.

Stormy reached forward to turn the music up, until the entire car shook.

Sawyer stared directly at her a pulled a joint out of her bag.

Stormy raised an eyebrow,  "What if we get caught?" She asked, feigning innocence.

"We're dead if the cops show up reguardless. I'm black, you're Latina they'd probably claim they thought your prosthetic leg was a gun and murder us both in cold blood."

"Good point."

Sawyer raised a nicely manicured hand in defense. "That's me. The realist."

There weren't any other words exchanged between them and Stormy watched as Sawyer lit the joint. "God," she took a drag and offered it to Stormy.

"You're like fucking famous now huh?"

Stormy blew the smoke out of her mouth. "I only got like a hundred thousand views..."

"Fuuckk modesty," Sawyer groaned. She leaned back into her seat, and for a moment they were quiet. They let the car fill with the rap verse from the song. Sawyer's favorite part.

"I'd go gay for Ara," Sawyer commented.

Stormy couldn't hold back her laugh. That was something she'd heard before, because apparently the bassist, Ara, the bassist from Raspberry Springs Millineal was her 'girl crush', something  that she'd told Sawyer to stop saying, when she'd heard that Ara was actually dating the other girl in the band, the drummer, Carter a girl. Which was the hole reason Stormy actually got into the band in the first place. 

"You gotta get us in to meet them," Sawyer pointed the joint at her. "Hit Reid up on Twitter and pull the disabled card or something."

"The disabled card," Stormy scoffed.

"Seriously the meet and greet tickets go for like thousands since they got famous. The only people who get to meet them are those rich twelve year olds who are like in love with Reid and Declan who think they're gonna marry them..." She groaned in annoyance and then added,  "and Make a Wish Kids." Like it was some sort of after thought. 

"I can't just call Make a Wish I'm not a poor kid dying of cancer."

"But you only have one leg," Sawyer whined. She drew out the word leg to prove her point.