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[color=azure][b]“What’s up marks? It’s your girl, Gwen here, singing loud and proud on this sunny Friday afternoon, sipping my iced latte with just the smallest touch of Grey Goose and enjoying a shmeared up bagel. You know I do love the bagel. In an update on an earlier story, I just got off of the phone with the boo and the Gearheads have gone. Last seen heading East on 15, Godspeed my fast loving friends. If you fuck in every area code, I expect to hear about it. And Chrys, baby if you’re feeling down that all your friends have gone, don’t worry; I love you and yes, I’ll fuck you. I got ya baby. With that in mind, here’s a song to celebrate the day; we’re heading back to 1992 for this one. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt7oMSOB7nw]It’s Friday, I’m in Love by the Cure[/url] here on Ace’s Asylum”[/b][/color]
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[indent]The Golden California coast had slowly began to give way to the sunburned sands of the Nevada desert. Forbes 500 business offices had transformed into rolling hills and visibly humid air. The highway had opened up and emptied out as the Misfit Mobile barrelled down I15 in a similar fashion to a tumbleweed across the surrounding sand traps.

Speaking of traps, the death trap that was Sami’s RV was driving at just beyond a snail's pace, baring in mind it was filled with seven recently graduated, hormonal, horny and perfectly weird teenagers so it wasn’t going too bad. The stereo was fucked, luckily though a rogue Bluetooth amp appeared in someone’s suitcase so at least the misfits could tune into Ace’s Asylum while they journeyed onwards. As Valeria was fast asleep in the queen bed at the back of the vehicle and the group behind him argued about which superpower they would want to have thanks to the last ten years of comic book movies, Sami focused on the road, with his eyes at least; his mind was elsewhere; lost in an extremely vivid memory.

RedRock Canyon; that was their first stop. He had been there once as a child, it was the first family vacation that the Alejandro’s had taken together in America once Hector had found his way there from Cuba. It started off like any other normal vacation, they hiked the trails, enjoyed the scenery, stopped for picnics under a setting sun, it was blissful really. It wasn’t until the third day when Hector wanted to venture out on his own that things started to seem off. Of course being young and having spent very little time with his dad, Sami insisted on going along with him. It was a decent length hike but Alejandro’s were built out of strong stuff, that’s what they always used to say. After making their way through some thick wooded area and into a clearing, Hector and Little Juice himself seven year old Sami were met by a surly bunch of men in big leather jackets emblazoned with a symbol the young Cubans would never forget, sledgehammers breaking a skull. [img=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTr7e7cpgPrGL71WQ25L7X81KAPUHk-tmMY_aoPXAIjjaAq6M7q]One man[/img] stepped forward with a man a manic smile. [b]”Well hot dog, if ain’t our man in Havana with his little mini me. Hector. It’s good to see you. You got my money?”[/b]

It wasn’t the first sign but it was the most obvious one; Hector Alejandro was a criminal. The entire vacation was a front for a deal with the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club, a big client if you knew your underworld. They owned Nevada and Hector had his hands in their pocket. Over the years Sami had learned much about his father's dealings, which certainly put a strain on their relationship. The resentment had finally reached breaking point, hence his current situation in a stolen RV with a bunch of loveable pinheads.

A couple miles away, coming in quick, a bright yellow Roadster purred as the car engine sung to the desert of Nevada. With his squad cruising not too far behind, sporting a variety of colors like gold, white, and black, more classy than his paint, AJ swayed his head to [i]The Cure[/i]. He was in the [i]zone[/i].

Traveling was honestly one of the most exciting things in AJ’s life. Whether he was aware of it or not, his wanderlust and boredom could be something he explored, now that he graduated and had [i]no idea[/i] what he wanted to do with himself. No sight of a future, nothing beyond the present. He loved this more than anything in the world. He loved planning with fruit juice in hand, a map shoved in his trunk just in case he needed it, marked with red of every place they may visit, and the unlimited possibilities of an adventure awaiting them. 

Glancing over to see the person in his passenger’s seat, taking a small cat nap, AJ’s sunglasses slightly dropped down his nose, while he took a moment to examine her sleeping face. Hopefully, Mandy was enjoying herself. He didn’t share in similar struggles as her, where he felt inclined to house hop. It was obvious AJ’s life was fully catered to, since he didn’t [i]struggle[/i]. But, he could be concerned for her well being. He could feel for her. What were friends for if they didn’t try to understand?

One trait he would never be able to change was caring too much. A lot of times, it was a double edged sword.  He admired his friends. Compared to them, he was aimless and hadn’t been through enough to warrant complaint and yet, they still loved him. No matter how petty and childish he was. Truthfully, he should blame his mother for keeping secrets from him and always forcibly encouraging him to live his life at 110 percent. Over full capacity. In hopes he’d be left in the dark of some of the means of how they [i]climbed[/i] so fast. AJ wasn’t completely ignorant of his family’s secrets, like how they were involved with [i]shady[/i] people, like the Mafia, but that has yet to bite them in the ass. If anything, fortune truly favors the bold. 

That was neither here nor there, though.  AJ highly doubted he’d ever have to worry about his family’s involvement of the underbelly of the U.S. and the entertainment industry. Ignorance was bliss, as they say. Bringing his attention back to the road, he grinned to himself, seeing a… obstacle course. Pressing on the paddle, relishing the roaring winds in his brown curls, AJ clicked his tongue, deciding he needed to [i]multi-task[/i]. 

Using his car’s audio system, he requested, [color=ff4500][b]“Call ‘my Valentine’.”[/b][/color] It didn’t take the car too long to connect with Chris. Sadly, AJ went straight to voicemail. [color=ff4500][b]“What a biiiitch.”[/b][/color] Instead of hanging up and calling again, he decided to leave a message. Clearly, he missed him! 

After taking another gulp of his delectable kid juice, he started bragging, [color=ff4500][b]“Sucks to suck, man. You’re missing out. I’m just here driving by all these fucktards that shouldn’t have their licenses. They driving like they’re 80, dude!”[/b][/color] As he rambled on and on about nonsense, he was rapidly approaching an RV going… TWENTY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT.  [color=ff4500][b]“Aw fuck, give me a second, bruh.”[/b][/color] With reckless abandon, he inspected the “passing” lane (it wasn’t, it was the oncoming lane) and with quick impulse and daredevil intuition, he veered onto the [s]il[/s]legal lane and pushed the pedal to the metal. Right when a red truck started profusely honking at him, he swept diagonally between the truck and the RV, cutting dangerously close in front of the camper. 

Fuck yeah, he was baller.

The RV jerked in Sami’s hands as a yellow blur sped past them. He felt his Monster spill onto the floor as he tried to regain control of the tin can beast. 

[sub][h3][b][color=olive]"HOLD ON TIGHT!”[/color][/b][/h3][/sub] 

He called out as dust and sand rose up from the ground beneath the motorhome and veiled the windows with a shit tinged duvet as it went off road and into a small ditch. [b][color=olive]"Ese maldito, coño. Lo mato,”[/color][/b] He mumbled with piss and vinegar. [b][color=olive]"Is everybody ok?”[/color][/b] He could never forgive himself if anything happened to the guys under his watch, he just couldn’t. 

After some reassurances from the back of the rust bucket, Sami climbed out of the RV and our onto the road. He looked at the once mighty machine and placed his hands on the back of his head [b][color=olive]”Oh fuck.”[/color][/b]

[color=ff4500][b]“So yeah, like I was saying. Fuck you. I miss you. I’ll be calling you everyday, even if you don’t acknowledge my existence. And...”[/b][/color] AJ’s voice trailed off as he looked at his rear mirror, seeing that the camper was no longer on the road,  [color=ff4500][b]“...And I might’ve just fucked up.”[/b][/color] Any normal person would’ve hung up by now, but AJ had to think fast! Maybe he should just keep going. Peace out, ya know? Not his problem.

Nah, his mama raised him better than that. Heavily sighing, he stopped the car and reversed back,  [color=ff4500][b]“Update fam. Some dude just went into a ditch. I [i]think[/i] they’re okay.”[/b][/color] Putting his car in park, after steering his car in the narrowed shoulder, AJ put his warning lights on and got out of one of many babies he owns. Feigning innocence by cooly approaching, trying to get a better look at the latina’s face, he cheesed, [color=ff4500][b]“Heyyyyyyyy, I can call–”[/b][/color] Only to be interrupted by much deserved wrath. 

[b][color=olive]“Motherfucker,”[/color][/b] Sami’s bruised up knuckles tightened as he clenched his stone fists and marched towards the oncoming prick that just forced him off the road. The silhouette was familiar and as the pungent roadside air gave way to clarity, he recognised the face. [color=olive][b]“AJ [i]FUCKING[/i] TYLER!”[/b][/color] He barked. [color=olive][b]“Bitch you have about ten seconds before I punch your perfect teeth down your throat and pull them out of your ass.”[/b][/color] The Juice was incensed, he could feel that Latino heat burning like a California wildfire in his belly and in his head. This wasn’t going end well for AJ [i]fucking[/i] Tyler. 

He knew the Beverly Hills party boy in passing at best. Most about everyone knew AJ Tyler. He was a face in every crowd and one that stood out amongst a menagerie of stand outs. He was also pretty sure that the Tylers were in business with his father - and he didn’t mean the car business - but none of that mattered in that moment; since in that moment Sami was preparing to turn AJ Tyler inside out. When Sami was like this, the air of menace was apparent and terrifying. The switch between sweet and destructive was instantaneous and above all else, that was something that was utterly terrifying to those that new him.

Okay, AJ could be civil and try to calm Sami’s storm, but then again… he was [i]threatening[/i] him, when AJ was trying to be the bigger person. Whatever. There’s some things AJ will never be able to change, like, for example, how he reacts in heightened situations.  [color=ff4500][b]“Bitch, [i]please[/i].”[/b][/color] He snorted at the [i]idea[/i] of the good ‘samaritan’, friend of all those that labeled themselves as ‘different’, laying a finger on him. He [i]wished[/i] he had teeth like these. Attacking his pearly whites for no good reason. This was between them, not Sami and his teeth. 

Mockingly taunting, AJ chuckled, unnervingly calm for his usual demeanor, [color=ff4500][b]“Save your [i]breath[/i], dude. Ain’t my fault you can’t drive.”[/b][/color] His dark gaze scrutinized Sami’s animalistic nature. Based on Sami’s bruises, whoever he fought did not honor bro code, so it was [i]most[/i] definitely a source outside of school grounds. Not good for his mates if he’s getting into fights with [i]those[/i] kind of people. 

 [color=ff4500][b]“Plus.”[/b][/color] AJ took a step closer, [i]daring[/i] the Latino to touch him.  It’s been awhile since AJ got in a good ol’ fight. [color=ff4500][b]“Your face looks busted as hell, I’d only make it worse. Like, man, if I had a face like yours, I’d fucking sue my parents.”[/b][/color]  He added insult to injury. 

[b][color=olive]”You’re dead, [i]pendejo[/i].”[/color][/b]

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