Game Night - A Muchachos Story

just in case, part uno

ok so idk what the hell this is but tate's wish is my command so here you go.
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"ugh, where is she?" jackie looked around outside, her foot tapping against the snow covered porch. she raised her hand to knock again when the door swung open causing her to jump back in surprise.

"heeeellooo mrs. valenzuela and welcome to the party that don't stop!" jackie looked jada up and down and quite frankly, she was a mess. her
AC/DC tee shirt was covered in what looked like flour, and her sweat pants were in the same condition.

her hair was thrown up into a half assed messy bun that hung on the side of her head. how could you even half ass a messy bun? her glasses hung so low on the bridge of her nose that jackie had to push them up for her so they didn't fall off any second.

"jesus, what the fuck happened to you?" she chuckled walking into the warm house and putting down her things. "party planning." was all she said. shit, that was enough of an answer for her. "need help with anything?"
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30 minutes later, the whole gang had arrived. they watched a movie and ate junk food. you know, normal teenage things. "alright bitches, it's time for unoooo!" jada announced, holding the box of cards into the air simba style. everyone whooped and cheered as she handed them to dylan so he could shuffle.

once the cards were passed out and everyone was ready, the battle began. +4 cards were drawn. curses were yelled. friendships were broken.
like, literally.

"i'm sorry mar...". all eyes were on jada, it was what seemed to be her last turn. "jada, don't do this. don't do it." marlene begged as she scooted closer to her. jada looked down and sighed. "i don't want to, you know i don't. but i..." she trailed off, looking up at her.

at this point mar was holding back tears, and angie was trying really hard not to laugh. they weren't serious were they? "i'm sorry."
"noooo!"
jada laid the plus 4 card down on the wooden floor, not daring to look at marlene. jackie gasped, looking over at dylan. they knew what was coming. "...uno." she gulped, looking at marlene, before bursting into laughter and clutching her stomach.

angie started laughing too, putting her hand to her face. jackie shifted uncomfortably before tapping jada's shoulder. "jada-"

"YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE, HAAAA."

"um, jay-" jackie looked over at mar, eyes widening when she saw the rage on her face. "guys, i think you should st-"

"you... BITCH!" marlene screamed, throwing her cards down. angie and jada stopped laughing as if on cue, looking up at her. jackie sighed, "i tried to tell you."

jada sat up and furrowed her brow. "are, are you crying?" she asked worriedly. marlene wiped her nose before continuing. "i wanted to winnn!" she wailed, stomping her foot.

jada stood up to be leveled with her. "mar, it's j-just a game. you're kind of over reacting..." she said. marlene wasn't having it. "WELL IF YOU LET ME WIN I WOULD'VE BEEN FINE!" she yelled, flailing her arms. what was going ON.

"mar, calm down its o-" dylan was cut off when mar swatted his hand away, "DONT TOUCH ME IM UPSET." she turned back to jada, breathing heavily. "YOU." she punctuated the word by sticking a finger in her face. "YOU RUINED GAME NIGHT."

jada moved her hand out of her face before replying, "mar the only person ruining game night is you. stop acting like a little bitch and get over it. it's not that serious." she said deadpan, as if this wasn't a big deal.

it was very much a big deal.

"YOURE A BITCH." mar yelled as she walked towards the stairs. jada scoffed. "And you're a cry baby."
"BITCH."
"CRYBABY."
"CUNT."
"COCKSUCKER."
"DICK RIDER!"
"...FLABBER DINKLE SHPLAT!"
everyone turned to jada and gasped at her sudden name calling. jada's fists were balled at her sides, and her chest was heaving. marlene looked at her, shock in her expression.

"..... you take that back." she walked back to jada with anger written all over her face. jada smirked and crossed her arms.

"no." no. she said it. the ticking time bomb blew up and the fight began. fists were flying and hair was pulled as the rest of the group scrambled to get them apart.

so, as you can probably guess, uno was never played at game night again. ever. they fucking burned the deck of cards. the end. of part one at least.