Interacting with:
- Troy gets his girlfriend, Kylie, up (LA Crew)
- Jude gets Ty, Julie's boyfriend, up (LA Crew)
Troy’s mission was the hardest one in the world, he thought. Waking Kylie up wasn’t an easy fucking task, she didn’t want to get out of bed, that’s simply what it boiled down to. But, he had a plan. At least her friend had already left, with Belle gone, dragging Kylie out of bed would be a lot easier… but, Troy had a plan for something different than the usual ‘hit the bitch with a pillow until she wakes up.’ No, Troy would use his environment this time.
He stepped out onto the balcony of Lala’s home, and reached out with an ungloved hand. Slowly but surely, Troy Blake prepared his weapon. He rolled the perfect snowball. Troy even went so far as to make the snowball two brothers, which he held behind his back in his other hand, and then stepped back into the house. As he was taking the brief step back to their room for their stint in Westworth, Belle met eyes with him and shook her head — but Troy had no eyes for her protest. “Don’t do it man.” Belle implored him, but Troy had no ears for her protests.
The young man turned into the bedroom. He stood above his beloved, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed lightly, though he knew she was conscious. “Ky…” The man said, his voice soft and loving, “it’s time to get up, baby.” He said, in that same loving voice, before chucking the snowball in her face.
Oh-my-fucking-god. Kylie shot up from the bed, her face in pain and cold. Using the blanket as a towel, she angrily wiped the snow off her face and shot her eyes open, immediately bringing it to a glare, “Troy Markus Blake the Third! That is NOT--” Kylie’s words were cut off by a second snowball smashing into her face.
“Now maybe you’ll get up on the first time I say.” Troy said, an apparent hint of annoyance in his tone. Kylie slept so much! No matter how much he tried to break the awful habit, she just kept sleeping! So this was how he dealt with it today. Usually he hit her with a pillow, but this… this was much better.
Did he want to die?! Kylie stood up on the bed in frustrated protest, this time letting the snow trail down her face and drip onto her chest, “You never let me sleep in! What’s so wrong with wanting sleep?! Isn’t this our vaca--”
And the third snowball flew, hitting it’s mark. This one went right in the center of her cleavage, before Troy spoke. “First off, you have to go buy a stupid dress for this stupid dance I have to attend because you signed me up for it. I fucking hate dances and social gatherings. Secondly, sleeping in is for the weak. You’re burning daylight. Thirdly, this is a vacation for Davy, with his shattered heart so he can pick up the pieces. It’s business as usual for the rest of us, only reason I came, and therefore you came, is to be sure he doesn’t neck himself.”
Hmpf. He did have valid points. Grr, she hated when he was right - which was nearly all the time. Not saying another word, she hopped down, crossed her arms, and left the room in her scantily clad pajamas to go to the potty. He won this round, but she would pay him back ten fold. Just wait. They had snow for days. She’d have to plan her attack carefully.
Meanwhile, in Jude’s world, she was in the room where the twins had slept in, staring at the sleeping beast that was Bartimaeus Locke, or what he preferred, just Ty. Also known as Julie’s boyfriend. He was out like a light! Did no one care to wake him up? Of course not. Jude was one of the few Candies that thought about anyone other than themselves or their boyfriends.
Fully dressed, having stolen Ty’s hat out of his bag to compliment her outfit, a white sweater with black paint splatter on it and black jeans, Jude hovered over her friend on the side of the mattress and contemplated how to wake the beast up. She already knew her friend was a heavy sleeper and it was a mission to escape his hold. If she were going to wake him up, she needed to do it right.
But what should she do? What would wake him up? Sitting down on the bed, she brushed his hair out of his face with her cold hands and wondered if she should go the rude methods route. Bucket of water. Or worse, a bucket of snow. Or try to think of a reasonable way that didn’t start his morning off badly. Jude rarely had the job of wake up duty, since she was always the one still sleeping. Shaking would fail. Her voice would fail. Hell, slapping would fail too.
Hm, she didn’t know if this would necessarily work but it was worth a shot. Grabbing Ty’s phone, she quickly broke into it, having figured out his password awhile back, and searched for something. In time, she found it. His cousin’s ringtone. Alyssa Green. Hey, she didn’t know if it was going to work but she might as well try! And if it didn’t, that would mark another method off the list. After turning Ty’s phone volume on high, Jude paused for a second to look at his cute, sleeping face and then she pressed play. The once silent room was filled with music that usually signalled the bane of Ty’s existence was calling.
People. Always. Called. When. He. Was. Sleeping.
Every goddamn time, no matter what. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, who he was sleeping with. Didn’t matter, someone always called to wake his ass up. Like, come on? He was in bumfuck Colorado, and was that SERIOUSLY Alyssa’s ringtone? Did that twat rest for nothing? Did she not understand the words ‘winter vacation?’ That didn’t mean ‘winter bug Ty.’
Ty’s eyes did not open, but his hand slapped around for his phone. He did not find the hard plastic case, instead, he found soft flesh. Still blind to the world, Ty patted his way up Jude’s thigh, to her waist and up her stomach. Up until he got to the chest, he’d assumed it was just Julie, but the lack of boobs confused him. He reached up further and instead felt Jude’s face.
“Jude… I’s sleeping…” He grumbled in hardly recognizable tones, lazily cracking one eye and grumpily looking at her. “Nice…” Ty paused to yawn widely, both eyes coming up against his will, “hat.”
A gentle smile rose on Jude’s face. Motherly, loving, just like her mother. “I got it from one of the bests.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and then nudged him softly. “Everyone’s just about ready to leave. Most of the boys are going to the mountains, with Melody and Noli, because well… Melody and Noli. The rest of us are going shopping in Denver. If you’re too tired, that’s fine. I’ll let everyone know. I just didn’t want you to wake up and see everyone gone.” Not once did she raise her voice and she paced herself so that his waking mind could take in everything she was saying.
Ty slowly sat up and stared at Jude. With a careful hand, he reached out and took the phone out of Jude’s hands, turning the music off with a tap. “Man… neither of those things sound appealing to me. I already went snowboarding and shoppin’ is only cool when the girls try on lingerie and swimsuits and shit. You’re a girl Jude. Do you think the twins would be salty if I just slept?”
“Depends… Julie and Izzy are surprisingly the lower… maintenance ones. Julie just spoil her, usually in the form of food, and Izzy… well, just don’t get her angry. I think the bigger thing is, how okay are you with Julie having complete control over your wardrobe for the dance tomorrow? Do you care? Do you realize she’ll listen to all her friends? Do you know what the girls would make you wear if you allowed them that freedom?”
“Well, no. But I mean it can’t be THAT much worse than what I’d normally wear, could it?” Ty asked in a groan, as he moved some of his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Unless they want me to just paint a tuxedo on my naked bod. I guess that’d be worse.”
Jude blinked at Ty for a couple of moments before tilting her head, “I guess we could find out what they have up their sleeves.” Did Ty forget who led the Candies? And what they’ve done in the past? Don’t give them any ideas. He might very well go to the dance tomorrow basically naked.
“Alright, damn. I guess I’ll go. Leave me be, I’m not wearing underwear under the blankets.” Ty blew at his bangs. He had to go shopping… Whatever, he’d make it fun somehow.
With faint blush on her face, she adjusted the hat on her head, bringing her mind away from the fact that he was actually naked this very moment, “O-oh… okay.” Time to reconvene with her girlfriends.
He stepped out onto the balcony of Lala’s home, and reached out with an ungloved hand. Slowly but surely, Troy Blake prepared his weapon. He rolled the perfect snowball. Troy even went so far as to make the snowball two brothers, which he held behind his back in his other hand, and then stepped back into the house. As he was taking the brief step back to their room for their stint in Westworth, Belle met eyes with him and shook her head — but Troy had no eyes for her protest. “Don’t do it man.” Belle implored him, but Troy had no ears for her protests.
The young man turned into the bedroom. He stood above his beloved, watching her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed lightly, though he knew she was conscious. “Ky…” The man said, his voice soft and loving, “it’s time to get up, baby.” He said, in that same loving voice, before chucking the snowball in her face.
Oh-my-fucking-god. Kylie shot up from the bed, her face in pain and cold. Using the blanket as a towel, she angrily wiped the snow off her face and shot her eyes open, immediately bringing it to a glare, “Troy Markus Blake the Third! That is NOT--” Kylie’s words were cut off by a second snowball smashing into her face.
“Now maybe you’ll get up on the first time I say.” Troy said, an apparent hint of annoyance in his tone. Kylie slept so much! No matter how much he tried to break the awful habit, she just kept sleeping! So this was how he dealt with it today. Usually he hit her with a pillow, but this… this was much better.
Did he want to die?! Kylie stood up on the bed in frustrated protest, this time letting the snow trail down her face and drip onto her chest, “You never let me sleep in! What’s so wrong with wanting sleep?! Isn’t this our vaca--”
And the third snowball flew, hitting it’s mark. This one went right in the center of her cleavage, before Troy spoke. “First off, you have to go buy a stupid dress for this stupid dance I have to attend because you signed me up for it. I fucking hate dances and social gatherings. Secondly, sleeping in is for the weak. You’re burning daylight. Thirdly, this is a vacation for Davy, with his shattered heart so he can pick up the pieces. It’s business as usual for the rest of us, only reason I came, and therefore you came, is to be sure he doesn’t neck himself.”
Hmpf. He did have valid points. Grr, she hated when he was right - which was nearly all the time. Not saying another word, she hopped down, crossed her arms, and left the room in her scantily clad pajamas to go to the potty. He won this round, but she would pay him back ten fold. Just wait. They had snow for days. She’d have to plan her attack carefully.
Meanwhile, in Jude’s world, she was in the room where the twins had slept in, staring at the sleeping beast that was Bartimaeus Locke, or what he preferred, just Ty. Also known as Julie’s boyfriend. He was out like a light! Did no one care to wake him up? Of course not. Jude was one of the few Candies that thought about anyone other than themselves or their boyfriends.
Fully dressed, having stolen Ty’s hat out of his bag to compliment her outfit, a white sweater with black paint splatter on it and black jeans, Jude hovered over her friend on the side of the mattress and contemplated how to wake the beast up. She already knew her friend was a heavy sleeper and it was a mission to escape his hold. If she were going to wake him up, she needed to do it right.
But what should she do? What would wake him up? Sitting down on the bed, she brushed his hair out of his face with her cold hands and wondered if she should go the rude methods route. Bucket of water. Or worse, a bucket of snow. Or try to think of a reasonable way that didn’t start his morning off badly. Jude rarely had the job of wake up duty, since she was always the one still sleeping. Shaking would fail. Her voice would fail. Hell, slapping would fail too.
Hm, she didn’t know if this would necessarily work but it was worth a shot. Grabbing Ty’s phone, she quickly broke into it, having figured out his password awhile back, and searched for something. In time, she found it. His cousin’s ringtone. Alyssa Green. Hey, she didn’t know if it was going to work but she might as well try! And if it didn’t, that would mark another method off the list. After turning Ty’s phone volume on high, Jude paused for a second to look at his cute, sleeping face and then she pressed play. The once silent room was filled with music that usually signalled the bane of Ty’s existence was calling.
People. Always. Called. When. He. Was. Sleeping.
Every goddamn time, no matter what. No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, who he was sleeping with. Didn’t matter, someone always called to wake his ass up. Like, come on? He was in bumfuck Colorado, and was that SERIOUSLY Alyssa’s ringtone? Did that twat rest for nothing? Did she not understand the words ‘winter vacation?’ That didn’t mean ‘winter bug Ty.’
Ty’s eyes did not open, but his hand slapped around for his phone. He did not find the hard plastic case, instead, he found soft flesh. Still blind to the world, Ty patted his way up Jude’s thigh, to her waist and up her stomach. Up until he got to the chest, he’d assumed it was just Julie, but the lack of boobs confused him. He reached up further and instead felt Jude’s face.
“Jude… I’s sleeping…” He grumbled in hardly recognizable tones, lazily cracking one eye and grumpily looking at her. “Nice…” Ty paused to yawn widely, both eyes coming up against his will, “hat.”
A gentle smile rose on Jude’s face. Motherly, loving, just like her mother. “I got it from one of the bests.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and then nudged him softly. “Everyone’s just about ready to leave. Most of the boys are going to the mountains, with Melody and Noli, because well… Melody and Noli. The rest of us are going shopping in Denver. If you’re too tired, that’s fine. I’ll let everyone know. I just didn’t want you to wake up and see everyone gone.” Not once did she raise her voice and she paced herself so that his waking mind could take in everything she was saying.
Ty slowly sat up and stared at Jude. With a careful hand, he reached out and took the phone out of Jude’s hands, turning the music off with a tap. “Man… neither of those things sound appealing to me. I already went snowboarding and shoppin’ is only cool when the girls try on lingerie and swimsuits and shit. You’re a girl Jude. Do you think the twins would be salty if I just slept?”
“Depends… Julie and Izzy are surprisingly the lower… maintenance ones. Julie just spoil her, usually in the form of food, and Izzy… well, just don’t get her angry. I think the bigger thing is, how okay are you with Julie having complete control over your wardrobe for the dance tomorrow? Do you care? Do you realize she’ll listen to all her friends? Do you know what the girls would make you wear if you allowed them that freedom?”
“Well, no. But I mean it can’t be THAT much worse than what I’d normally wear, could it?” Ty asked in a groan, as he moved some of his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Unless they want me to just paint a tuxedo on my naked bod. I guess that’d be worse.”
Jude blinked at Ty for a couple of moments before tilting her head, “I guess we could find out what they have up their sleeves.” Did Ty forget who led the Candies? And what they’ve done in the past? Don’t give them any ideas. He might very well go to the dance tomorrow basically naked.
“Alright, damn. I guess I’ll go. Leave me be, I’m not wearing underwear under the blankets.” Ty blew at his bangs. He had to go shopping… Whatever, he’d make it fun somehow.
With faint blush on her face, she adjusted the hat on her head, bringing her mind away from the fact that he was actually naked this very moment, “O-oh… okay.” Time to reconvene with her girlfriends.
