This choice: Ingenuity—Mikayla tries to get Brooke to calm down and stop being such a bitch. • Go Back...Chapter #3To Set Brooke Ablazing by: Mr.Tones   “Brooke I swear to god you need to take the biggest pill chill they can make and then ten more, it’s just a window, I’ll pay for the damn thing!”
“Just a window?! There is broken glass everywhere Mikayla, it’s cold as hell and it’s front facing for everyone to see!”
8:16 PM, and something was broken. Mikayla had been jamming out to some music in the living room, just dancing with some headphones on and vibing, when she got a little too into it and turned too fast without looking, smashing the window. Thankfully she wasn’t hurt, but that just left the gates wide open for Brooke to come crashing down on her.
“Who gives a shit what other people see, it’s not their window! I’m gonna clean this up and pay to get it fixed alright, what’s the big deal?!”
“The big deal is that you’re always like this!”
“Like what, happy? Not walking around like there’s a stick so far up my ass it’s poking my brain?!”
“Like a fucking child! You think you can just do whatever and not care what happens, be thankful you didn’t cut the shit out of yourself at least! Sure you can pay to have it fixed, but it shouldn’t have gotten broken in the first place! How the hell do you even break a window by dancing anyway?”
“I don’t know, it just happened!”
“For the love of god Mikayla you’re 24, act like it!”
“Oh just fuck off, I could just not even pay for the damn thing you know!”
“Clumsy bitch!”
“Uptight ass!”
The two Widers bickered and hollered for a long while before Mikayla finally couldn't take it any longer, stomping as loudly as she could for the front door.
“Just where the hell are you going?!”
“Anywhere that I don’t need to look at you fat ugly face, that’s fucking where!”
SLAM
Now in the somewhat seedier part of town Mikayla walked about aimlessly through the streets, fuming hotley still. Fights were common between them and this hadn’t been the first time she’d driven to these particular walkways to get some breathing room. Tonight though had been a really rough one, especially for herself Mikayla believed.
“It’s not like I WANTED to break the stupid window! Seriously where does she get off acting all high and mighty like that? I said I was sorry and that I’d take care of it, what more does she want from me?! Not even mom and dad got this pissy when this kind of thing happend, she’s just harping on me for no good damned reason.”
Stopping to rest a moment just outside the entrance of an alleyway by leaning back against the wall the slimmer blonde sucked in air deeply before letting it go slowly, trying to calm her nerves but failing to do so, red hot anger burning in her chest like lava.
“God damn it all Brooke, I’m all fucked up now thanks to you…”
Bringing her head back to look up into the darkening oranges of the sky as the sun set, Mikayla just stood there for a moment boiling, thinking.
“If only there was a way to get her to just relax…”
“Need sometin’ for relaxin’ eh?”
“SHITFUCKWHAT-!?!?”
Scraping her back a bit in her scramble to back away from the voice that had come out of nowhere, Mikayla looked towards the alleyway instinctively, but found no one there. With a quick throat clear she instead looked to a set of stairs a short distance away from where she had been leaning on the building they were attached to. Sat upon them was a tall woman, so tall from what Mikayla could see that if they were to stand to their full height they’d easily break six foot. Garbed in a dark green army jacket big enough for the woman to hide in like a turtle shell, a knit rainbow cap with dark ginger hair falling from underneath it, a red tee, blue jeans with a ripped knee and some old sneakers, she gave off a very certain feeling.
“If ya lookin’ for somtin’ for relaxin’, I got some good stuff, if yer willin’ to try it.”
She said it casually as could be and with a big dopey smile on her thin face. Mikayla was still shaken up a bit from the surprise (Had she been sitting there the whole time?) But not being unused to this kind of situation she quickly gathered herself.
“Look, I appreciate the offer but I don’t need anything, thanks.”
She was already turning around and starting to walk away as she said it. It had been a long time since she’d done anything like what the woman was offering herself, not since college actually, but even if she was, she has her own people she could get back in touch with. The thing was though that she hadn’t made it more than two steps before the woman called to her again.
“Ya sure? I promise this stuff is grade A, it’ll definitely help ya wit that “Brooke” person you were talkin’ about.”
Mikayla paused briefly, not long, but long enough for the woman to notice and push forward.
“I promise ya it’s the best you’ll find this side of town. I make it myself, got it all real professional set up and everything. It’ll get even the crankiest nagger to mellow out, pro’s promise.”
She did a little cross sign over her heart as she said it.
“And I’ll even do ya a solid, I’ll give you a free sample! Just take it and give it to ya girl, I promise it’ll put her on her ass and thinkin’ about… the stars or somtin like that in no time at alllllll! What’cha say lady?”
Mikayla almost instantly walked off then and there, what reason did she have to believe some rando off the street she just met? But the thought dug itself into her brain. It might end up being a bitch in a half to get her to try some, but maybe a little “medicinal aid” was what Brooke needed to unwind. And if she could unwind, she might not be up Mikayla’s ass so much anymore.The woman waited patiently, rocking her head to her own invisible beat as Mikayla thought it over. After a while Mikayla slowly turned around to face the woman again.
“...We ARE talking about weed right?”
******
Pulling back up into the driveway Mikayla was nervous. She hadn't lost anything to get the little plastic cigarette wrapping filled with green, and as far as she could remember from her old wild days it was legit, but that wasn’t exactly what she was worried about. Was this a smart idea? It was going to be like trying to get a fish to walk on land to convince Brooke to light up a blunt, let alone not just start screaming in Mikayla’s face again for even having it. Maybe she could turn it into some edibles and give it to her? That would certainly be easier, but that seemed like a bit too much even for her. It would be funny as hell the first time, don’t get her wrong, but she’d have to consistently keep sneakily feeding her sister the stuff for the plan to work, which sounded really bad.
But as she sat in her car thinking it over she happened to look at the broken window just as Brooke, sitting in the living room at the moment, did the same. Staring at each other right through the hole Brooke practically snarled and with the most intense eye roll she could manage got up and walked out of view. Okay yeah, even if she had to shove the stuff down her sister’s throat raw Mikayla was gonna get her high damn it.
With a shake of her head and a small face slap to psyche herself up she got out of her car and headed for the front door, a plan in mind to-
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