#mikedxllas

[hunterhtml]

text: asshole

Hunter: so have you told baby momma #1 that you're responsible for her near-death experience?

Hunter: because if you didn't, i'd be more than willing to do it for you

[goguthrie-blog]

Chasing Pavements

Characters: Mike Dallas, Hunter Hollingsworth, Vanessa Brandon, KC Guthrie, Jonah Haak, Grace Cardinal, Tiny Bell and Lola Pacini

Timeframe: Friday, May 26th, 2017

Summary: When you mix prom night, alcohol and driving together, I’m sure you can imagine the outcome. But I don’t think any of these eight teens imagined something like this.

Dallas started the engine of his friend's car. He didn't know why he even accepted the offer when the car wasn't in the best start up shape to begin with. However, Dallas was getting more work done to the car with the money he made when he helped Luke out during when Luke gave him a position at Frozen. Hearing the engine finally start up, Dallas made his way onto the road. Dallas had only a small amount to drink, but part of him hoped it wasn't bad enough so that he could easily not be caught by the cops and to drop Hunter off safely. He knew during the ride that having silence fill the air wasn't a good idea, considering how awkward it was to be dropping off someone who got Simpson to threaten his graduation status to begin with. "What made you think you could take Jonah on? I'm sorry, but you're far from strong to protect yourself. Besides, what made you decide that he was enemy number one? I thought you guys are friends through clique allyship."

Closing his eyes as he sat still, he sighed heavily as Dallas began to talk to him as if they were on some sort of good terms. He went to pull out his phone as some type of distraction but it was dead so it seemed as if he had no choice but to drown himself in Dallas' voice. "Not really into this whole bonding sesh, Dal," Hunter finally replied in a sarcastic tone. "Jonah messed with my family and now he's messing with my..." He stopped himself. "Grace. So yeah, I don't like him."

"I'm not into this bonding session either, but it's better than having silence considering this junk of a car doesn't have any radio. Besides, the ride to your place is quite the ride, might as well have some sort of noise going on. Even if you can't stand me and I think you're still weird as fuck." Dallas pulled at a stop-light as it went red, waiting for it to go green. "So far so good, all you have to do is keep up this momentum and you'll be perfect," he thought while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Dallas scoffed, "You do know going after your ex's new toy isn't a good way to waltz back into your ex's arms. The more you interfere with a relationship, the stronger it's going to last." The light turned green and Dallas pushed gently on the gas pedal, continuing the drive. "Besides, you're missing out if you keep sulking over what you've once had."

"You flatter me," he said in a low voice, giving Dallas a fake smile. "Are you really one to give me relationship advice? Didn't you get like three girls pregnant and cheated on them?" Hunter didn't really care much to know about Dallas' personal life but it did help when it came to situations like this. "And what exactly am I missing out on? If I wanna sulk, I'll sulk."

Dallas rolled his eyes when it came to the boy criticizing his relationships. "First of all, I'm not even going to answer that, second, you do know I'm the driver right?" Making a right turn, the boy let out a light chuckle. "Even if I had some interesting flings, considering there was only one girl I did date, I bounce back and move on instead of pinning on someone. If they eventually show interest then why not, it's better to see what's out there than the sulk on something of the past. Besides moving on shows a sign of healthy and eventually depending on how the girl felt for you, she might get jealous. Obviously you don't hangout with your brother very much otherwise you would get girls and understand how to actually move on and enjoy life instead of sitting in the past. You did this with Lola and now you're doing this with Grace. Maybe that's why the two girls moved on, clingy isn't a good look."

Hunter opened his mouth up to reply, he had prepared a decent come back but he suddenly became very dizzy, a lot more so than the usual effects. And then he felt the car stop moving. "What the fuck, did you hit a deer or something?" The boy questioned, his voice now raised as he unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car to see what happened.

Not paying attention to his answer, Dallas noticed something, "Oh shit!" Dallas felt a thud as the car managed to hit a stop sign. Getting out the boy's eyes widen, Dallas was mumbling swear words underneath his breath. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," he whispered staring at the damage. He knew that he had a record considering his history as a Wild One. Dallas feared more about the police coming and noticing the small amount of alcohol content within his breath. Dallas didn't need to get into anymore trouble since graduation was on the line. On top of that, Child Services would probably take Rocky away or something or give Vanessa full custody, something he didn't want because he was trying his best to be a better father. "Shit, we can't just stay here, we gotta go. We're not going to get in trouble, this isn't even my car, the registration is under my friend Julian's name still.." Dallas started panicking and he was debating making a run for it.

When he saw that it was just a stop sign, a slight form of relief washed over him. However, when Dallas then suggested to just leave the scene, Hunter was baffled. "You're joking, right? You just knocked over a stop sign, you know those things exist for a reason," Hunter now began to lecture the older boy. "We have to call the police. Let me use your phone," he demanded.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you use my phone. If the police come, we're both going to get in trouble. I have alcohol on my breath and you're flat out drunk! I have a lot to lose on the line. I'm sorry but," Dallas started turning around, he knew his home was three blocks from the location east. "I'm sorry, but I can't have anymore trouble with the law, I'm going to go." With that, Dallas left because he cared more for his record than some stop sign he managed to hit.

"Dallas!" he shouted out several times, even though he just kept driving the car back the way they came. Now Hunter didn't know what to do. His phone was dead, he was drunk and he was stranded in some empty neighborhood. Doing what he does best, he started sulking again but this time he added some walking to it. He didn't know where he was gonna go, he just walked and hoped he'd come up with a plan.

Jonah was heading out of the prom after getting kicked out for fighting Hunter. He was drunk as fuck and really just wanted to get away from this stupid school dance and to his house as quick as possible. But somehow he'd ended up with Grace, Lola, and Tiny in his car. "Alrightt" he slurred, "Let's get the fuck outta here."

Grace rolled her eyes, annoyed at Jonah for fighting and even more annoyed that he just got drunk instead of talking to her about it. She could only shake her head and take swigs from the flask Jonah had handed to her. Glancing over at Jonah, she felt a warning tickle at the back of her mind, but she mainly just thought about where she went wrong tonight and why her prom had turned out like this. She hadn't expected romance or anything, but she had hoped for something, "Alas! He speaks!" She teased him, having not heard much from his mouth after he got kicked out.

Lola knew she already had way too much to drink tonight, but was having far too much fun to stop anytime soon. So far the night had been a success and she wasn’t ready for it to be over just yet. Smiling brightly as she kicked off her heels, Lola moved so she was practically on the Tiny’s lap. “Joooonie,” Lola then called out from the back, giggling. “Stop by Taco Bell please!” 

Tiny was drunk in Jonah's backseat, hesitant at first to even approach the couple, but as the drinks kicked in, he had no reason to not to trust the older boy. "Jooooooooo...you almost beat up a dude like 39 years younger than you maaaan. Noooot a good looook..soooo do what my girl says and get the tacs!", he said as he grab onto Lola's waist tight. "I gotta get some condies too, woo!"

Vanessa had managed to pull KC away from the dance and get him inside the car. Thankfully, he didn't fight her one getting his keys. The dance seemed like a total bust for her and part of her almost wished she had stayed home, but KC did make it enjoyable and was probably the funnest part about it. "I've never actually been to your place before so you're gonna have to try and navigate," she spoke, buckling her own seatbelt.

KC had pretty much plopped in the passenger's seat and rested his head against the window as Vanessa started to drive. He could feel himself very relaxed and almost to the point of falling asleep but when the girl mentioned something about having to take him home, he jumped up. "No no, you can't take me home. If I get caught with alcohol in my system, I'm gonna get sent back to juvie," KC yelled out. "I can't go home. V. I can't," he repeated himself, his voice and behavior growing intense.

Vanessa was immediately taken back once KC started yelling. She put her hand over on his thigh, trying to manage the wheel at the same time. "KC, calm down. I won't take you home if you can't be there," she spoke. Vanessa paused for a second, knowing she couldn't take him to her place on account of Rocky coming home tomorrow, but she would do what she had to she supposed. "Look, you can crash in my old room at my mom's place." Vanessa made a quick turn starting down the road. She was glad at least one of them was sober otherwise she had no idea how they'd get home.

"Your mom won't care if I crash there?" He asked, part of him starting to calm back down. "I can be gone before she even wakes up," KC added; he really didn't want to cause any more problems for the girl since she seemed to have enough on her plate already.

Jonah just rolled his eyes at Grace. “Why’d ya have to talk to that snotty kid Hunter anyway. Fuck Hunter! Fuck Hunter!” he chanted. At the tone of Lola’s high pitched voiced Jonah gave a hearty node “Well okay, but just because I want a gordita” As soon as Jonah pulled out of the school parking lot he could tell that his wits weren’t about him, the lines in the road were kinda blurry, and he couldn’t really tell if there were two or four stop lights. He found himself swerving into the other lane. “Shit” he remarked, quickly swerving back to the right lane. “My bad guys” he said, turning around to face his passenger’s in the back but the minute he had he lost control and crashed into another car directly in his lane.

Grace groaned, "Hunter's my best friend, that's why I was talking to him. You didn't have to pick a fight with him." She shot back, but it was lost in his stupid chanting. Sitting back in the passenger seat, she huffed out and took another drink from the flask, emptying it. Grace vaguely felt the car swerve, but she had so many thoughts in her head that she found herself too distracted to focus on one thing. She suddenly sat up straight when she saw Jonah heading straight for another car, starting to scream his name, but her voice was cut off as they crashed.

Lola giggled again when Jonah caved into her request, glad that she didn’t have to fight him on this - probably because she was too out of it to even try. “Thank ya babe,” she smiled, now directing her attention to Tiny, planting a kiss on his lips. This night couldn’t possibly get any better, or at least that’s what she thought until she heard Jonah’s named being yelled, and then felt the impact of the crash.

Tiny was on cloud nine until he felt the impact of the crash, instinctively holding onto Lola on impact to try and protect her somewhat.

"She'll be more upset if I had you in the house while Rocky was there than if I have you crashing," Vanessa explained. As she approaches the intersection, Vanessa continued on until the car from the passenger side slammed into the car. KC's car went spinning to the side of the road. Vanessa's head knocked into the steering wheel enabling her from getting control of the car after impact.

In a matter of seconds, KC felt the airbag fly right into him but because he wasn't wearing his seatbelt, the impact of the crash practically flung his whole body straight through the windshield as the car was spinning. All you could see was smoke and damaged car parts all over the road. Vanessa was practically unconscious and it was unknown how the passengers in the other car were. So KC just laid there on the hard cement as he heard sirens starting to come towards the scene.

[tinybellz-blog]

incoming storm --dallas

Tiny had been feeling a little off lately and he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was the pressure from the big game coming up, or something to do with the steroids he had stopped taking a little bit too fast, but if there was one thing that threw him off it was Shay..or in particular her cousin, Dallas. While never his biggest fan, he’d been civil so far with the older boy for both Shay and Vanessa’s sake. However, lately Dallas had been running his mouth and it was currently interfering in any relationship he was trying to have with Shay. And since talking to Dallas through text didn’t work, Tiny decided to handle things the best way he knew how. Once Tiny gathered his things in his backpack as the school day ended, instead of walking home, he headed to Dallas’ car, leaning against the hood and folding his arms, waiting on him.

[shayspowers]

Text || Dallas

Shay: You didn't tell Drew anything about me and Tiny did you?

[goguthrie-blog]

text: dallas

kc: i thought you were done picking on the kid?

kc: i mean, i never cared one way or the other but you clearly pushed him too far

[hunterhtml]

the downfall of us all⚡dallas

Who: Hunter Hollingsworth, Mike Dallas, Principal Simpson Where: Simpson’s office When: Wednesday afternoon Triggers: n/a Summary: Hunter and Dallas receive their dreaded punishments.

"Alright boys," Principal Simpson began. "You both know why you're here. This meeting is to discuss the appropriate punishment for the both of you, not to try to get out of it and to pin it all on the other person. Understand?" The man waited for a response from both students before he continued, "Good." He pulled out both of their files and decided to start with the youngest. "Hunter, you brought a gun to school. Whether or not it was loaded is irrelevant. It is /still/ a weapon. It is my understanding that your parents have scheduled meetings with you for an outpatient therapist after posting your bail and you have also been assigned a parole officer as you await a further court date..." he trailed off, looking down at the papers that rested on his desk. "During your suspension, I have discussed options with the rest of the school board about whether or not to expel you and we have decided that since this is your first time getting into trouble, we will tread lightly with this," he proceeded. Now looking up at the boy, "As long as you stay out of trouble the remainder of the year, keep good grades and participate in at least three extracurricular activities /and/ continue with what is required of you outside of school, we will not push for further punishment."

Dallas had his arms crossed. He knew Hunter was going to get off lightly for bringing a gun to school because of how awful Simpson was at doing his job. He knew that the moment Simpson contacted his grandparents about the situation that his grandmother is going to give him his punishment when he went home. The only thing he needed to do was inform KC of his status, considering he was going to lose a spot at playing the championship. Something KC wanted all players to at least make it to. Dallas didn't even give one glance at Hunter while he was waiting for himself to face the music and get the punishment he was going to get.

Hunter sat there with a blank look on his face and just did his best to keep his mouth shut. He hoped that when Dallas' turn came around that he was going to get a good punishment because the boy felt it was only fair for all that he had put him through the past year. "Is that all?" He questioned, not trying to sound like he got away with murder or something but he was actually genuinely curious if Simpson had anything else up his sleeve.

Principal Simpson raised his eyebrows, "No. You will also be having daily classes in the rubber room and will have detention every day for the next two months." He closed Hunter's file and looked at him directly in the eye. "I'm serious, Hunter. If I hear anything that points to trouble, you will be expelled. No exceptions." Mr. Simpson switched his focus to Dallas, having his file now ready in hand. "Mike, I thought you had turned your life around from last year... Getting away from the drugs, parties and focusing on athletics and being a father but apparently you've deceived me," he began. "We do not, under any circumstances condone bullying. This entire situation could've been prevented had you not bullied this boy," he continued, though the tone of his voice was dry and the lecture wasn't ending anytime soon. "It's come to my attention that not only were you involved in harassing Hunter but you are also responsible for the events that occurred at homecoming and the distribution of child pornography." The man placed a palm on his forehead and tried to ease the tension he could feel increasing as he spoke. "You are suspended indefinitely from participating in all athletic activities and you will not be allowed to walk with your class at graduation."

Dallas crossed his arms hearing Simpson begin to speak about his punishment. The moment he heard that he wasn't going to participate in any athletic activity he shrugged. He knew the price he was going to pay the moment Simpson mentioned him not being able to walk with his class at graduation his face dropped. "Are you forreal? My parents have actually surprisingly have been waiting for this moment. I mean why am I getting this punishment when there was far more that lead to this dimwit bringing a gun to school."

Hunter immediately chimed in. "Excuse you?"

Principal Simpson knew that this wasn't going to be easy and when the two boys started their banter, he was going to put a stop to it before it went any further. "Alright, enough!" He shouted. "Hunter, nothing else from you. Dallas, the point of this punishment is to show you that there will be consequences for your actions. I will check up with you periodically throughout the remainder of the year and if I see you have improved, then I will reconsider the graduation walk," he explained, doing his best to reason with him. "I recommend that you don't push me any farther.. I could have went to the police with your involvement in the naked photos but I haven't so consider yourself lucky."

Dallas stopped. "Well, I want to know. Let's say two people decided on school grounds to slash my tires which I paid $600 to replace. Is there some punishment they can get or is there a way I can bring this up because there are some scratches on my car due to the incident." Dallas decided since he was told to drop the Hunter to situation to bring up another. If he was going down, everyone involved was.

"Seriously dude? You're such a fucking snitch. Just deal with what you got and move on," Hunter blurted out again, of course without thinking. He wasn't going to let Arlene and Lola get in trouble. "...My bad, Mr. Simpson," the boy said when he caught himself using profanity. "I had no idea about the incident with his tires until after the fact and it had been too late to do anything about it. But the people who did it were just trying to get Dallas to leave me alone," he added, before looking over at the older boy. "And Dallas is also leaving out information that he destroyed my laptop which is just as or maybe more expensive as his tires."

Dallas made a face. "Arlene and Lola shouldn't have done that. You're lucky they both stay with families. I mean it would suck if they were in a situation like a group home where they might get removed for being a threat to their environment and then moved to a detention center." Dallas then made a face when Hunter whined about his computer. "If thirsty ass Arlene didn't come for my tires with her blind lust for you, none of this would happen. By the way, I'm pretty sure Lola is going to be dumping your crazy ass. No wonder Tristan made a character based on you."

Principal Simpson noticed Hunter was about to continue this argument so he rose from his chair in another attempt to silence them. "That's enough, boys!!" He shouted yet again. "One more outburst from either of you and I will make /both/ of your punishments much worse." Once he made sure that the students weren't going to say anything else, Mr. Simpson sat back down. "Now, I will be talking to Arlene and Lola at another time and that situation will also be handled as I see fit. There is nothing else left to say. I will be in touch with you both. Now get back to class before I change my mind," he finished, placing both folders back in his desk.

Dallas got up grabbing his bag making his way out the door. Turning around he gave Hunter a dirty smirk. Even though part of him was going to leave Hunter alone from now on, he somehow had the last satisfaction by exposing the shit girlfriend and borderline-sociopathic friend did.

Hunter quickly exited the principal's office and he knew Dallas was right behind him. "I don't care what you do to me but Arlene has been through enough. I heard your little threat in there... Stay away from her, Dallas," he said through gritted teeth. "Oh, and by the way, Tristan based a character off of your dumbass too," he added as he started to walk away, chuckling to himself as the bell ring and students were starting to fill the halls.

[santamatori]

text ✉︎ mike dallas

tori: any ideas for out twin day outfits?? lol i'm all ears.

[tinybellz-blog]

Text-Dallas

Tiny: Do we have a problem?