Vanilla & Smoke || A.I.

Pitch.

Pitch-black
/pich/
adjective
extemely dark or dark as pitch

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  "What are you doing here?"

  Luke pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, dropping it on the cement walk and stepping on it, effectively making himself look much smoother than he actually was. He hadn't been smoking the joint, just holding it close enough to his lips to make it appear as though he was. He was the walking, talking definition of trying too hard.

  Calum crossed his arms as he walked to the boy, standing taller and pushing his shoulders back. Thora did the same motions subconsciously, making her own posture more threatening out of habit.

  As normal, Luke's eyes strayed from the threat in front of him- Calum- to Thora. He may have been the only person she'd ever met who didn't seem to care that Calum was the most attractive person to walk the earth- no, all he cared about was getting into her pants. Or skirt, depending on the time of day.

  "I like those jeans," he commented in a way that made you wonder if it was intending a compliment or not. "They'd look better on my floor, though."

  "Feel free to try them on," she responded blandly, adjusting the strap over her shoulder. "I'm sure they'd fit you. Maybe a bit too much empty room in the crotch area, but I imagine it's that way with whatever pants you wear."

  Luke nodded, the stupid look plastered on his face. "And Cal, my man. You know where the best weed is? Cause, I'm almost out."

  "Up your ass," he grumbled, digging through the bag on Thora's back. "We need more pink."

  "I got more pink, remember?"

  "No, the other one. The... fleshy one."

  "I could get you some," Luke offered. "I mean, I don't really care. I could buy you all new paints if you wanted, I have plenty of money, it doesn't even matter."

  They ignored him and his bragging. He wasn't lying- it was very likely he could buy both of them all new paints, his trust fund was big enough. Heck, if he wanted to he could buy their entire grade all new paints. That didn't mean that he should. 

  Settling down, Thora and Calum began painting. Thora still had lots to do on her 'Starry Night' replica painting, and someone had painted over the hot pink words that Calum had written the other day. Luke just stood there, not quite sure what to do. 

  "Yo Cal, toss me that blue," he said, trying for casual. 

  Calum tensed. "My name's not Cal, it's Calum. Why don't you go and buy your own paint?"

  "Thora calls you Cal."

  "Well, I like Thora."

  Luke pouted, one of the only facial expressions he made besides his standby perverted-asshole-smirk. "Come on Cal. I'm sure my ass would look just as good in a skirt as hers." 

  "I would actually really like to see that," Thora mumbled, barely paying attention. She was starting to feel herself relaxing into the work, letting her thoughts drift as she sprayed the dark blue paint. 

  Luke was laughing, making some sort of bad joke that wasn't worth repeating as Calum scowled, beginning to paint back over some of the new graffiti. "Seriously Cal, toss me that blue." 

  "I already told you, get your own."

  "Aww, come on." His fuckboy meter was slowly rising, his posture more slouchy, his whiny expression growing more and more powerful by the second. It was a wonder the world had enough room for his ego. "Just toss it to me. Don't be an ass, why are so you controlling? I'm just trying-"