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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring:[/sub][/color] [color=0073d8][sub][b]Dixon[/b][/sub][/color] [color=slategray][sub]&[/sub][/color] [color=d8bb00][sub][b]Lucas[/b][/sub][/color]
[color=slategray][sub]Day: Tuesday After School[/sub][/color]
[color=slategray][sub]Location: The Hardy-Piccoli Residence[/sub][/color]

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[indent][i]Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.[/i] JD drummed the eraser of of his number two pencil in time with the [url=https://youtu.be/1XUeiYieYK4]song[/url] playing through the speakers situated atop his work desk. He likely had his mother to thank for his perfect sense of rhythm as he kept tempo with the heavy tune. The book that was serving as a drum in this instance was his trig textbook. While Dixon was a freshman, he was actually ahead of his peers in math, and had tested into trigonometry a year early.

Math was easy, and it always had been for him. What was not easy, was trying to stay focused on fucking [i]proofs[/i] when he had agreed to go to a party tonight. A party. A real high school party, probably one with lots of sex, and alcohol, and drugs, and dancing — all things that one Johnny Dixon Piccoli did [i]not[/i] participate in. And on a school night, no less! At least tomorrow was a late start day. Oh well, he had said he would go to Katie and definitely-not-cute bible dude, so he would. All he had left to figure out was how to get to the Wells’ without raising suspicions… and getting ready, of course. He’d already gotten half-way through the first part by talking to his mother.

Dixon quickly scribbled out the rest of the answers to his homework assignment and then shoved it into his backpack, which would be going with him to the Wells’ later. He stood up, stretched out of his study-induced slump, and made his way over to the full length mirror beside his closet. There was just enough room between all of the band stickers covering the glass surface to see the vague outline of his body. Dixon bit at his lip rings and then blew a loud raspberry as he gazed at his reflection. He roughed up his helplessly limp green locks and frowned. His whole look needed some work, to be honest. He started with changing his outfit — which equated to exchanging one hoodie for another, and keeping the same black band shirt and ripped skinny jeans on.

The teen boy ducked into his ensuite bathroom, where there were enough hair and makeup products for it to pass as a teenage girl's room. Fuck your gender stereotypes, JD doesn’t give a shit you think. He plugged in his straightener and, whilst it heated up, he worked on his face. Without any precision or artistry, Dixon roughly lined his eyes with a jet black gel pencil. Capping the liner, he admired his work in the vanity briefly, and then he viciously rubbed at both of his eyes with his fingers. It was barbaric, and completely not the way that you were supposed to smudge out your liner, but it was [i]his[/i] way of doing so. It wasn’t a true emo look unless you looked like a drugged up raccoon with bloodshot eyes.

Next, JD ran a flat iron through his verdant locks. He brushed them out and added powdered texturizer for extra volume. With a few hand scrunches and shakes of his head, he looked like a proper anime character once more. His music playlist had shifted to one of his favorite [i]Deciduous Dreams[/i] songs, and Dixon was helpless but to sing along to the chorus, using his hairbrush as a microphone. 

[center][url=https://youtu.be/pOUwA3QedQ8?t=40s][i][color=0073d8][b]“I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
expose what we're afraid to see.”[/b][/color][/i][/url][/center]

Dixon danced around the bathroom as he sang along. You know that phrase “dance like nobody's watching”? JD was living that — shaking his thin, skinny jean-clad hips as he moved about the room. He spun around on the smooth tile floor, his socks making the motion slick and fluid. [color=0073d8][b][i]“And I know wh—”[/i][/b][/color] His rendition of the song was cut short by the sight of his [url=https://i.imgur.com/wNHjPKx.gif]father[/url] standing in the doorway. JD quickly lowered the microphone-hairbrush. [color=0073d8][b]“Oh, hi, dad.”[/b][/color]

Lucas smirked at his son with his arms crossed over his chest. Raising a jokingly false judgemental eyebrow, he spoke. [color=d8bb00][b]“Well, if you’re trying to compete with Jareth, you might not want to quit your day job just yet, kid. You got your mom’s looks, and my awful singing voice. You’re welcome.”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Shut up.”[/b][/color] JD rolled his eyes and turned around, returning the brush to the counter. [color=0073d8][b]“What do you want, anyway?”[/b][/color]

[color=d8bb00][b]“Hey! Don’t ‘what do you want’ me, punk.”[/b][/color] If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black. Lucas would have never thought that he’d live to see the day that [i]he[/i] called someone [i]else[/i] a punk. Luke also hadn’t ever imagined himself becoming a father either, but here he was. And the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, it seemed. [color=d8bb00][b]“Your mother said you had something to ask me. She said it with that tone of voice that implied it was a favor, too, so maybe you shouldn’t be such a little shit, eh?”[/b][/color]

The son turned around and returned his father’s smirk. This kind of banter was the usual in their household. Words that might upset folks with certain sensibilities were used as terms of endearment among the Piccoli’s. [color=0073d8][b]“Yeah, can you give me a ride to the Wells’?”[/b][/color]

[color=d8bb00][b]“Again?”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Yup, I’m gonna stay there tonight.”[/b][/color] 

[color=d8bb00][b]“On a school night?”[/b][/color]

[color=0073d8][b]“Ma already said it was okay. It’s a late start day tomorrow.”[/b][/color] He said defensively as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black and red striped zip up [url=https://i.imgur.com/WjQiWYz.png]hoodie[/url]. 

Luke raised his eyebrow once again. [color=d8bb00][b]“Oh, [i]did[/i] she, now?”[/b][/color] Luke asked with mock-disbelief. He gave his son a full once over — taking in the slightly different outfit from the one he had worn to school that morning, the coiffed hair, and the makeup. [color=d8bb00][b]“Since when do you put on eyeliner to go to the Wells'? You sure you aren’t meeting up with some secret girlfriend?”[/b][/color]

That brought forth another moody eye roll and wave of teenage angst. [color=0073d8][b]“No.”[/b][/color]

[color=d8bb00][b]“Boyfriend, then?”[/b][/color] Lucas pressed, knowing full well that it would get a rise out of his son.

[color=0073d8][b]“NO!”[/b][/color] Dixon’s eyes went saucer-wide as he barked out a response. Before he could blush at that, he kept his mind focused on his edgy facade. A grumpy JD was a normal JD, and one that didn’t raise any unnecessary suspicions of boyfriends, or lack-thereof. [color=0073d8][b]“Look, I’ll just walk, nevermind.”[/b][/color] He said and started to head for the door, attempting to storm out of his [i]own[/i] room, as teenagers do.

[color=d8bb00][b]“[i]Uh-huh...[/i]”[/b][/color] Luke mused and turned to watch his son walk away with a victorious grin. He had every intention of giving JD the ride that he had asked for, he was just giving him shit about it first. Dixon was an awful liar, and both Regina and Lucas already knew that he was up to something suspect tonight. The truth was, they didn’t care about him going to a party half as much as he thought that they did. They’d gotten up to much worse when they were his age, and they’d done so without being straight-A students. [color=d8bb00][b]“Just finish prettying yourself up and let me know when you’re ready to leave.”[/b][/color] He said and left his son to finish getting party-ready alone.[/indent]