Game Night - A Muchachos Story

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jada had tried to convince jackie that she was fine, it was just "a little blood". but jackie insisted, and like always, she won. jada didn't really mind getting fixed up, until it started to hurt.

"oww. OW. SHIT OW." she cried, trying to move her face away from the peroxide. "stop flinching you pussy! the quicker i get this done, the quicker the pain will go away."

jackie rubbed the side of her cheek as a gesture of comfort. jada hummed, leaning into it. (A FRIENDLY GESTURE. CALM DOWN. IM NOT BOUTA PULL SUM SHIT LMAO JACKIES GONNA BEAT MY ASS... although it would make the plot more interesting 😔🤟🏼).

after half an hour of dabbing, whining, and arguing, jada was all patched up with hello kitty band aids. she had some on her face, a few on her arms, and some on, somehow, her stomach. it was... an awkward situation. i don't wanna talk about it.

jackie was sitting on the bathroom counter putting back the first aid kit in the cabinet behind the mirror. (HAAAA SHES SO FUCKING SHORT). she heard jada sigh and turned to face her. "what's wr-"

"do you think she hates me?" jada asked, keeping her gaze on the tile floor. jackie slid off the counter and stood in front of her. she lifted her chin so jada was forced to look at her.

"well, i mean you're best friends. she might be mad at you, but i don't think she could hate you. it's pretty impossible." she ruffled her hair, making jada smirk. "even though im annoying?"

"even though you're annoying."

"...thanks my dude."
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marlene was about to leave, she had finally calmed down and re-packed her stuff. jada heard her walking down the stairs and immediately made her way to the living room. "what are you doing?"

mar looked at her with an empty expression. "im going home. dylans taking me." dylan then walked down the stairs, holding his car keys. "i'll come back after i drop her off, promise." he said with a half smile.

jada nodded before looking back to marlene. "mar i, jeez im sorry." she said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "it's whatever." she replied bluntly before opening the door.

jada dropped her head in defeat. but before she could get upset there was a scream. marlene was clutching onto dylans hoodie and staring at the door. jada looked as well, confused as to what was going on. "what. the. fuck." they said in unison.

the cut out of where the door used to be was completely white. they were fucking snowed in. like, totally snowed in. they all gave each other worried looks. "welp, looks like we aren't going anywhere." dylan sighed.

mar glanced over at jada. "hmph." she walked back up the stairs and closed the door to what was probably the guest room. "she'll come around jada. just give her a little bit."

"... yeah, right."