Boyf riends one shots

Kids

A/N: I MADE BMC KIDS!! here they are

Don't ask me why the last one is colored, just is.
ANYWAYS IMMA WRITE ABOUT THEM! So without further ado-

Aya didn't particularly want to get up today, not more than any other day at least. She felt the steady, rhythmic buzz of her alarm clock scream at her pesterivgly. She slammed her fist down on the snooze button and groggily sat up. She took a large, lavender paddle brush through her shoulder length denim hair and brushed her teeth simultaneously. By now, Aya had perfected the art of symmetrical cat eyes in five minutes or less, and hastily put a dark brown matte lipstick on her face. She briefly checked her reflection before deciding she looked okay. Her confidence deflated a little, however, when she saw Odessa strut out of her room and glide down the stairs in some pastel pink shirt with cut-out shoulders, white shorts that came down to her upper thigh, and pastel pink high heels that you would never catch her falling in, despite how obviously impractical the shoe's design was. Her makeup was a golden hue all around, and flawless in every since of the word. Aya felt jealously build up inside her as she saw a stream of long, flowing, opal hair pass her.
"She always outdoes me at everything,"  she silently thought to herself. "I just want to be known as 'Aya' and not 'Odessa's sister."
She was greeted with a stack of pancakes and a blonde smiling woman flipping them.
     "You excited for freshman year?" She asked her daughter with a smile.
"Yes, Mom, I made sure to scroll through the #freshmanadvice twitter tag. All I know is not to stop walking in the middle of the hallway."
     "Damn straight. Every other kid's gonna mow you over if you think about stopping. Don't do it." Another middle aged woman walked over to the blonde and started showering her with kisses.
"Chloe, stop it! I'm gonna burn the pancakes." She giggled.
"I don't fucking care.." she mumbled. "I'm tired and I love you."
"Ugh, will you two get a life?" Odessa rolled her eyes jokingly. "Guess we'd better get going. Come on, Aya, let's give our moms some privacy. Have fun making out for the seven hours we're gone or whatever." She laughed under her breath as she took Aya by the hand and led her out the door. They both got into Odessa's car and began to drive. "Hey, Aya-Papaya, I have some exciting news for you!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Aya rolled her eyes, obviously not ready to be awake at seven in the morning.
"You know that coffee shop downtown? The little local one with the comically large cookies?"
"Yes, what about it?" Aya yawned.
"So apparently, they were looking for a musician to play there from Tuesday to Thursday from 5-7," she smiled. "And because I'm such an excellent big sis I decided to drop in a word about my favorite bass guitarist."
"You know how bad my stage fright is, how can you expect me to-"
"Auditions are today at 4. If you don't do it, I'll make you wash dishes for a week."
Aya thought about it for awhile. "Fine," she said. "But I make no promises to get in."
"Whatever. You'll get in. If not the first time, then definitely the second with a little...financial persuasion."
"If I find out you bribed them into hiring me I will slit your throat with a dull knife."
"Whatever. We're here, lame ass." Odessa grabbed Aya by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"Don't die on me. High school is absolutely hell, but can be tolerable if you play your cards right."
"Don't worry O, I got this."
"Okay. I love you. Don't get lost. Stay in school. Don't make questionable decisions."
"SHUT UP!" Aya shouted back to Odessa, flipping her off while stifling laughter.
        School passed by relatively fast, considering Aya spent the entire day worrying about the audition. Her mind was racing with thoughts adjacent to these;
"Should I play an original song or just stick with what I know?"
"Do I play a harder song and take the risk of maybe playing it wrong or play it safe and go easy?"
"Okay, I definitely want a song that's low key. But I don't know any good bass songs that fit my vocal range that are also calm!"
She decided to go for 'Idea of Her' by Whitney Woerz, which wasn't terribly hard to play. She came into the coffee shop, and was met with a few college students typing away at their computers while occasionally sipping coffee, almost lifelessly. She was confused as to where to go until she was stopped by a barista with relatively long hair tied into a tight, blonde, ponytail.
"Don't make direct eye contact with them. They'll attack," she said, giggling.
"Yeah, they almost look fake." Aya checked her watch. 3:56.
"Do you know where-"
"The auditions are? Yeah, first left, Orange door. Can't miss it." She gestured to a narrow hallway with several doors. "In fact, you're the only person to actually audition today."
"Thanks." She carried her bass guitar to the room where two men were both sitting, paper and pencil in hand.
"Hey, so glad you could make it to auditions! Could you tell us your name?" The taller one pushed his glasses up on his nose.
"A-Aya! Aya Valentine."
"That's so funny," the paler one started, "I went to school with a Chloe Valentine. Didn't know her too well, all I know was she was inseparable to a girl named Brooke."
"Really?! I-I mean," Aya gathered herself again, "that's my mom. Er, both of my moms. They're kinda busy these days co running a fashion empire. The media wants them to move to New York, but they're pretty content staying here in New Jersey."
"Did you say....moms? As in plural?" They asked her in what she could only assume to be an accusing voice.
"Yes. I hope that isn't going to be a problem, if it is I'll show myself out-"
"No! No, not at all! In fact-" they both held out their hands to display two wedding rings. "We're married."
"Oh. Neat, I guess." Aya said, disinterested. "Should I start the audition or-"
"YES! Yes, of course, just go on right ahead." The darker skinned one smiled sweetly at her.
"You like the idea of her,
Just the thought of beauty in your mind,"
The song ended faster than she thought it did, looking up at the two men with their mouths agape. The shorter one started to speak.
"Tuesdays to Thursdays. 5-7. We'll discuss your paycheck based on your overall monthly performance. I look forward to working with you."
She laughed a little. "Thank you so much! You won't regret this." She walked out the door, with a smile on her face. She noticed the same barista from before wave at her.
"Sounded good from out here. I can tell you got the gig."
"Yes! I honesty thought I wasn't going to make it." Aya was grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, congrats! Take a iced coffee, on the house." She began to start to pour a ridiculous amount of half and half into a small cup. In a few minutes, Aya had a cold coffee in her hands. She noticed there was more on the cup than her name though. In a bubbly, cursive, font, the cup read;
"Hey! Just letting you know I can't wait to be seeing you every week. Here's my phone number, in case you get bored or something. Name's Alyx, by the way."
Aya felt a slight flush on her checks and a smile on her face the rest of the trip home.