Chapter Three: Volcanic Tension

Fog: Wow. You really like “rich people” food.

He’s right. Their food is so good. Did they get cooks from Garren to cook this stuff? It’s like the nectar of the gods. The shrimp is so well cooked, the steak is just how I like it,and my god the wine is so smooth.

Fog: Slow down, Mags.

Magma: Easy for you to say, you probably ate this well all the time.

Fog: When I lived with my dad? Yea. But, it’s not as good as you’re saying. It’s just really well cooked shrimp.

Magma: Blah, blah, blah, rich boy. Keep talking and I’ll keep stuffing my mouth full.

Fog: You got it, Hottie.

Magma: Wow, we have nicknames for each other, now?

Fog: My nickname will not be ‘rich boy’.

Magma: Too late, rich boy.

Fog chuckled and I know that’s something he rarely does. Always super serious with him.

Fog: Alright, hottie, what should we do after you're done stuffing your face?

Magma: What’s there to do at a fifteen year old rich kid’s b-day bash?

Fog: Maybe, hmm, we should hit the bar and steal all of the vodka.

Magma: Vodka? Ew.

Fog: What’s wrong with vodka?

Magma: It’s literally if acid was a beverage. It’s frickin disgusting.

Fog: So, let me get this straight, you love above average food, but hate above average drinks?

Magma: Jamal, vodka is nasty and you know it.

Fog: No taste.

Magma: Says the one in a button up. You couldn’t get better dressed for the occasion?

Fog: Is red the only color you have in your closet?

Okay. That one was a good one.

I laugh at his dig and he slightly smirks. I don’t get a toothy grin just yet.

We’re having a good ole’ time laughing, until I hear someone clear their throat very loudly.

Woman: Am I interrupting something?

Fog: Woah. Hottie, you have a twin!

Magma: This isn’t my twin. This is-

Woman: Her mother, Valerie Bales, and did you just call my daughter ‘hottie’, young man?

Fog: Uhhh. It’s just a nickname, ma'am.

Valerie: It better be. Cassidy, how have you been? I, honestly, didn’t expect you to accept Gerald’s invite.

Magma: Yea? Well, you don’t know a lot about me.

Valerie: Really? Are we going to do this here?

Magma: We don’t have to. If you just do what you always do, and leave-

Valerie: Wow. I guess we are.

Magma: You don’t get to be annoyed about this situation.

Fog: Hey, Hot- Mags, do you wanna leave?

Valerie: That’s enough out of you, Richardson.

Magma: Don’t talk to him that way.

Valerie: You always pick the most violent street rats to date, don’t you?

Magma: First, me and Fog aren’t dating. Second, don’t bring up any of my past boyfriends.

Valerie: Oh I don’t need to, you’ll always mention how the death of that one street rat was my fault. What was his name? Kenneth?

Magma: Ken’s death was your fault. If you just arrested that gunsmith.

Valerie: We both know that wasn’t going to happen.

Magma: If you did, dad would still be-

Valerie: Will you blame everyone for Gabriel’s death?

Magma: Everyone’s guilty until I can find out who did it.

Valerie: Even me?

Magma: Especially you.

Valerie: You really think you’re better than me?

Magma: I don’t have to think what’s true.

Valerie: Where’s Collin?

Magma: What?

Valerie: If you’re so much better than me, then, you’d never leave behind the people that mean the most to you.

Magma: Of course I know where Collin is.

Valerie: Then, you wouldn’t mind going to go get him? I’d love to see my godson again.

Magma: I don’t have to do anything for you. Let’s go Fog.

I angrily stomp away from where she is and I hear Fog follow behind me. I fucking hate my mom. She’s so infuriating and impossible, and she might be right. I don’t know where Collin is. I might be just like her. I need to find him.