#magtask

[adrianslater]

Task 001 | Rewrite

The night of the game, Adrian pulled up to the parking lot in his familiar Jeep, cutting the engine to sit in his seat and take a look at the side mirror, watching the large crowds movie into the arena to watch the game. “Great, another familiar night of a win, a party and a ride home.” He mumbled to himself, even watching himself in the mirror. “Who am I talking to?” He questioned before unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Already, he spotted a group with a keg in their trucks, and cases of beer as well. Dolphins were expected for a win, no doubt about it and the student body was about ready to party for it. Adrian didn’t pay much attention to it, only giving it a look and passing by the group of boys that were starting their celebration early.

  Walking to the stands to watch a game he was never really familiar with, he found himself a spot and looked around in case of any sightings from his friends. A wave was sent towards Este when he caught her attention on the field, since she was a cheerleader, he wasn’t able to complain about the sport with her like their days before her popularity. Everything was as it began years ago, the first time around. Adrian stood, watching and cheering the usual fake hoorays for the winning team, but he knew once it was all over and done with, there would be a big celebration and the outcome was easy to figure out, since it happened once.

  The crowd cheered from the win and Adrian slowly clapped, as he walked out from the stands himself, onto the green field where everyone was jumping with joy. Hands in his pocket, he walked around with a small grin, he was happy at their win but it was nothing new. The Dolphins were great at keeping their winning streak. Already he saw mounds of people heading off to the celebratory party, even a few of his friends, but he didn’t bother to catch up, only walked up towards his car with a hand on the door. “Should I..?” He questioned on his presence at the party. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned to lean on the car as he watch people leave in cars with his arms crossed. The night was very familiar to him, he went to the party and helped people out and took their calls, drove him home, everything for their safety.

  But what if that changed?

  Adrian was still himself, but this time he had years to think about his old teenage self. He could feel himself as a different person than used to be. Sure, he wasn’t as tough but that didn’t mean he was still soft and as memory served, he disappointed his parents the next day. Shaking his head, Adrian turned off his new phone—which he still couldn’t figure out beside the on/off button--- and climbed into his car, turning on the engine. He’d go home, he needed to in order to fulfill chores his parents assigned to him. For once, he didn’t want to feel responsible for anyone and he knew it’d kill him but--- maybe change was needed. 

[veronicamonroes]

we are not shining stars. // open

Receiving an instant reminder of all of her past sins should have deterred her enough - and yet, Veronica hustled through the bleachers in search of an empty with the weight of her backpack on her shoulders. The bag, of course, contained the key to her undoing on this particular evening, if the note she got a hold of was to be believed. She wasn't entirely sure what compelled her to bring the drugs along.

Consciously, she understood that repeating history would bring: nearly the promise of the same life she'd already lived in all its unpleasantries. If there was anything this visit to the past bought her, it was a few more inches from death - and if there was anything she knew now that she was among kids who very well could have been her closest friends, she desperately, desperately did not wish to die.

Amidst the never-ending bellows of her classmates, most of them well beyond the parameters of sobriety, she subtly scooted her bag off of her shoulder, zipping its front pocket open and rustling through its contents. Once she felt the plastic baggie press into her palm, she instigated a vicegrip, her eyes squeezing shut.

She remembered. All of it. And even with the migraines, the nausea, the sickness that bubbled at her core, she had to believe that she could defeat it. It was the silly throes of withdrawal, nothing more - and this time she would survive rather than satiate it. She'd known illness, real illness, and it simply felt much worse than this ever could.

So, container still pressed into her palm, she removed her closed fist from her bag's pocket and allowed her arm to discreetly hang below the bleachers until she thought it wise to release her hold. And just like that, the cause of the night's unraveling disappeared. In an instant, she raised her hand and waved it wildly as she registered a face that she recognized among the students clamoring for seats. "Hey! There's space right here."

[ianidc]

clueless

TASK 002: ✘DECISION→ Repeat

Ian didn't know what he was thinking, but he really loved the taste of her lips last time...

It takes a lot of self motivation and internal battling until Ian finally convinces himself to leave the confinements of his stuffy car. He gets out; avoiding stares and looks he knows he's receiving and begins to make his way over to the -already open- front door. He knows he may be walking entirely too fast but thinks it's probably better than being looked at so he does a quick jog over to the door and considers knocking for a moment before realizing it's much too late in to the party to knock; and the fact that only someone with ears the size of an elephants' would be able to hear the muted knocking under the bass of the heavy music playing.

After spending a few minutes simply meandering around the house and scoping the place out he feels more /at ease/ with his 'outfit situation' after noticing half the people here were either drunk or high off their wits, or both. Clearly not paying attention to Ian and his outfit. He knows he can handle criticism just fine, and isn't very worried at all about what anyone will say, but the idea that people may be silently looking him over and comparing him to the other guys around him wearing things more suitable for one of the biggest annual parties being hosted made him shudder. After a few small chats with a couple of people he had recognized he was quickly becoming bored, the smell of alcohol, weed and sweat circulating through the room and giving him something close to an awful headache. The only choice he really had was to go grab a drink, because 1) he's not leaving and he needs to relieve himself somehow and 2) He's literally bored as fuck.

He didn't know what he expected of the kitchen but the mess is much worse than anything he's seen before, cups littered the floor, empty beer cans and bottles lay on about 75% of every surface in the confined space, another mysterious liquid with chunks of— oh. Ian thought he'd gotten used to the awful sight of puke at the numerous amount of parties he has been too but apparently not because he's still repulsed by the awful stench and look of the disgusting upchuck. After finding a can of beer which hadn't been opened and strewn across the tiled floor he turned around, about to head out in to the living room when a figure stopped him, a smaller, curvier one to be exact. Layla McLauren. He smiled, almost forgetting why he was here in the first place, to repeat this kiss. The one he had felt so guilty for the last time, he remembers thinking he had 'betrayed Robyn' when the truth of the matter was; Robyn hadn't payed as much as a mere thought towards him at the time. A shrill high pitched voice broke his train of thought "Ian" she spoke seductively, Ian admittedly found her less attractive this time around, her trashiness evident as he noticed her large -clearly pushed up- breasts and fake eyelashes as she batted her dough eyes. "You're looking extremely cute if I do say so myself" Layla spoke with confidence as she took a step forward, closing the space between the two of them and running her hand up his side with a smirk "and those tights are nice, you should wear them more often, really show everything off" Ian was turned on now, even though he had admitted to himself that, yeah, maybe he noticed that she wasn't the most respectful person around she knew how to talk to you and make you shiver. And usually the comment about his tights would usually leave him in discomfort but the only thing really providing him any discomfort right now would be his dick getting progressively more hard in his pants. He looked at the girl and saw her biting her cherry red lips and he stuttered out something about her being hot and honestly why did he still have to feel so small around a girl two feet shorter than him, it was embarrassing how submissive he could really be under anyone's touch.

Before he could comprehend what was happening the petite girl was walking Ian back on to a wall and wrapping her arms around his neck while kissing him passionately. He savored the first few moments as their alcohol tasting lips explored the surface of one another s before Layla began to suck on Ian's bottom lip and he responded by moving to bite on her own playfully. She obviously enjoyed it more than he had expected and pushed in to him earning a guttural moan as she pulled off and let her feet rest from the continuous tippy toeing. Ian quickly missed the taste of the lingering alcohol and chaste cherry lips, He picked the girl up now, even if it had been a mere few seconds he already felt the need to feel her and she pressed in to him earning another filthy moan from the feather haired boy, They stayed moving against each other for a few more minutes until hearing a voice from behind them. Ian looks over and see's Tilly behind them and Layla with a smug look on her face. "Layla could I talk to you" Layla nods and looks at Ian before winking and going off to wherever she was needed with Tilly.

Ian made his way upstairs to find a bathroom and finish himself off... well that was unfair. 

[adrian-slater]

Task 002 • Repeat

Every excuse Adrian could think of failed. 'I have a project to do', 'I'm going to go babysit tonight' and the infamous 'I'm hanging out with Este' also failed. His parents were having none of it that night, whispering about a secret surprised he would somehow enjoy. There wasn't a possible way for the boy to get out in time to meet everyone at Logan's party. Silently, he cursed to himself as he remembered about the first time he couldn't go, when he actually respected the idea that he was grounded and just lived with it. His parents probably caught on to his sneaking out tactics, although they never approached him, they kept him busy with little tasks around the house that night. 

Adrian groaned loud enough for his parents to hear him as he sat on the couch, maybe if they heard a despairing teenager he would be able to leave-- probably not. "Suck it up!" His dad yelled from another part of the house before laughing at his misery. "And this is why I'm going to end up growing up into a traumatic adult." Adrian spoke to himself staring off to a side of the room, not noticing that his mother had pushed him off the couch. "Ow!" He exclaimed in surprised. "What was that for?" He asked turning to get a look at the woman who raised him since birth. "For being a teenager." She smiled at how happy she had been for sassing back her son. "You're the reason why I have sass." Adrian replied not minding that he was pushed or that his mother was playing along with his teenage attitude. Now that he experienced being an adult once, it was much easier to communicate with his parents now a days. "You get it from your dad." His mother crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him, lightly kicking him with her foot playfully. Adrian tried to defend himself from her foot laughing. "That's child abuse mom." He commented with a witty grin as his mother rolled her eyes once again. "I will show you child abuse." She threatened as she got off the couch reaching for Adrian as they began to lightly playfighting. Of course Adrian began to laugh, keeping his mother back, knowing he was a lot stronger than she was. "I'm too old for this come on!" He told her between laughter. In truth, he missed hanging out with his parents sometimes-- weird that the thought is coming from a teenager who should want the opposite, not Adrian. The three of them always had a close bond unlike some families around and he never took it for granted, not one second. "Alright you two, enough before something breaks." His dad walked in clapping his hands loudly to get their attention which was effective. "You." He pointed at Adrian with a grin appearing on his lips. "Are babysitting tonight." 

Once again, Adrian was seated on the couch but this time it was to hear the terms of his babysitting for the night. His dad had announced last minute that his side of the family would be visiting and that meant Adrian would have to see and take care of his younger cousin-- the perks of being one of the oldest and responsible kids in the family. "I'm getting paid right?" He asked as a joke but both his parents nodded quickly as they continued to talk about their last minute family party. Adrian fiddled with the phone in his hand, not doing much with it since besides texting and calling, blackberries were useless. He turned the screen on and off, occasionally nodding to any responsibilities he was given. "Hey Ad, do you think Este could come over? It's been so long since we've had a full family around and it wouldn't be right without little Es." His dad suddenly asked and Adrian blinked at his question. Little Es? That nickname confused him for a moment until he remembered it was his dad's nickname for Este since they were born. "Oh....uh..." Adrian glanced back at his phone, opening to the texting portion of it, seeing Este as his first contact and just about he was about to send her a text, he remembered about the party. "Actually dad, she told me she was busy tonight." He told him and could see the disappointment on his face, even Adrian's mother was a little disappointed. Este was like a daughter to them and Adrian knew that but he didn't want to ask knowing she was going to the party. "Maybe next time then." His mom commented with a tiny smile, walking out of the room to the kitchen. It hurt his mom a little more knowing Este was all she had from her best friend. "Want me to go..?" Adrian asked his dad, pointing of the direction of his mother in case he needed to talk to her. "No, she'll be fine. It's just that you two are growing up so fast and soon you two will venture out into the world. Being adults." His dad explained looking a little sentimental. "Dad?" Adrian asked to bring him back to the current time. "Next time for sure, tell Este to drop by to say hi to me some time. I gotta go make some more calls. Clean you room." His dad quickly finished off as he messed Adrian's hair on the way out of the living room. The boy was left alone sitting in the couch for a second looking back at his phone-- maybe-- no, he wouldn't bother. The party would be good for Es, and they didn't need to hang out all the time. She had Eleni there, Adrian wouldn't be missed-- so he thought.