Soapy Land
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(GIMME GIMME *grabby handssss*)
Once he'd shut the door behind himself, Arcelio went into the bathroom, deciding to get done with his shower. He'd have to go to work at 8, and wanted to be ready. -
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As soon as Rosario heard the door shut, he stood up, telling Angel he was going out for a walk. He had changed into some of the clothes Daniel had left, and even found a pair of shoes. After putting them on, he left the house, and turned to walk on the sidewalk.
(I say it's about time for Drake to show uuuup.) -
(I tried to read it but my phone would only load the first two pages ;-;)
Arcelio slipped into the shower after getting undressed, not aware that Rosario ha decided to take a stroll and leave Angel alone in the kitchen.
There was a certain type of person that it took to like riding a motorcycle, and Drake Westonfeld considered himself to be that person. Bad boy, my-homework-is-totally-in-my-locker kind of guy. So, of course, he owned a motorcyle. It was a big, bulky Harley Davidson. He didn't like any of the petite light weight Kawasakis, he wanted a monster.
He was only 16, but he'd been learning how to ride the bike since he was 15. His dad had bought it for him, and since then, he'd fallen in love. His greatest loves in life were his motorcycle, his tattered leather gloves, and nice people. Which, most people found suprising, because they'd think he would be more interested in punks. But really, Drake was a really good person who happened to dislike homework and enjoy riding motorcycles.
That evening, he was riding his bike home from school just like usual, when he turned his gaze for a split second to a boy walking down his street. He wasn't familiar, but looked to be about his age, so naturally Drake slowed his bike and stopped next to the boy, pulling off his helmet and shooting him a grin. "Hey there. Are you new around here?" -
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It may only work on computer/laptops. :I Idk.)
Angel, after finishing her food, danced into the living room, and turned on TV. Something was recording, and she know she shouldn't have, but she changed the channel in order to watch one of her child's TV shows.
Rosario hated Arcelio. It didn't take him very long at all to come to that conclusion. He was the cause of everything. If he hadn't ever came around, his dad would still be perfectly happy, killing as many idiots as ever. And Elliot would still be alive, and Janelle wouldn't have betrayed him, and..
And his dad would have never found him.
Okay, he didn't hate Arcelio. He hated being yelled at, and treated like he was a little kid. He wasn't Angel, and he wasn't Daniel, and he didn't need the harsh words or sharp commands. Rosario kicked at a pebble, jerking his head up at the sound of an approaching vehicle. He sped up, reluctant to break into a full run, but slowed when he realized it was just some idiot on a bike.
At first, the raven-haired boy didn't answer him. He stopped walking, though, and thought for a moment before coming up with a playable answer. "Yeah," He mumbled, and then continued, "My family isn't, though." If the guy so much as happened to know one of his father's, or possibly Daniel, then that needed to be out there already. -
"Oh," the boy on the motorcycle hummed, tucking his helmet under his arm. "Got any brothers? Sisters? I'll know them if they're highschoolers." Drake could tell this ws the type of boy who kids at school would bother. He was skittish, and had long hair, and didn't seem very fit, or to have any much meat on his bones.
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"..I have two cousins. Daniel and Angel. Angel's only in elementary, though, and Daniel left for college yesterday. No actual siblings, though," He confided, hoping faintly that he didn't know Daniel, didn't know that he basically had two dads, didn't know anything about any of that. He wasn't very good with people, but the boy reminded him of some kids that he had encountered while living with Archer, kids who picked at him for being smaller that he should have been.
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"Daniel Daniel Daniel..." Drake repeated, going down a list in his head of seniors he knew graduating from the last year. There were a few, but he tried to think of one who lived closer to where they were. "Hm... Carser? He lived with those two guys, yah? And you kind of look like one of them."
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He winced, nodding. "Yeah. Daniel Carser. My dad.. My dad's Rayson Carser, and.. Well, I guess my other dad, he's Arcelio.. Arcelio Carser." He sighed, chaking his head. They weren't married yet, but they were very engaged. "I, uh, I'm Rosario, by the way. And you are..?"
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"That's cool," Drake smiled, feeling that this new kid- especially with two dads- would need somebody at school. "I'm Drake Westonfeld. Pleased to meet you, Rosario Carser," he said, and took one of his gloves off to reach out and shake hands.
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Rosario stared wearily at the hand, and, after a moment of hesitation, took it. He gave it a brief shake, and then dropped it, backing up a bit. And then, as if the world hated him, his heel caught on a crack, and he went tumbling backwards, landing hard on his butt. He had used his hands to break the fall, and could barely feel the pang of pain shooting through his wrists over the sting of where he had scrapped up his hands.
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(Okay I got it to work and holy crap this guy is so horny omg)
Drake smiled when the boy took his hand to shake, returning the gesture firmly, taking note of how terribly skinny this boy really was. Pretty tiny, for a kid who looked about his age. He released the hand, but his eyes widened when the boy was suddenly tumbling backwards. The biker would say he was probably hoppin up before the other boy even hit the ground. He dropped his helmet, and it clattered into the road while he hopped over one side of the bike to kneel in front of Rosario. "You okay? Tough fall there, the roads do kind of need re-paved." -
(I know right? xDD)
The boy was a little to stunned to speak, and simply nodded, examining his hands carefully. They were skinned up pretty badly, and he took a moment to wipe the pebbles and dirt off of them, before standing up, shakily. He teetered for a moment, waves of fatigue washing over him. He realized that he hadn't ate properly for a few days, only having had a jello cup and about half a slice of bread. -
(I like how he make the little circle the answer thing for "SEX??" and the only options were yes)
Drake stood up along with Rosario, holding his hands out as if he expected the boy to fall again. "You're looking kind of shaky... D'you want a ride home? I've got extra room." -
(xD
I know, Carter is such a dork. Where exactly in the comic are you?)
Rosario stared at the bike, a little weary of getting on it. But there, he didn't know if he would be able to walk back home, and with Corrin and Janelle in town, he didn't want to end up passed out on the side of the road and have them just happen to drive by. So, that in mind, he nodded. "Yeah. Sure." -
Drake was pleased with the answer for various reasons. One being that he simply loved sharing the freedom he felt on a motorcycle with other people, and two, Rosario seemed like a genuinely sweet person. Of course, it was too early to tell for sure, but Drake was relatively sure that he'd be able to get along with him. "Awesome. You can wear the helmet, then, because I know most people want to."
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