» [C] No Time To Hesitate, (Jackass/Reg)

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

she loved them. she loved them deeply. but, what her parents wanted from her, she couldn't do. she wasn't ready. she wasn't in love. everything went by so fast. one minute, deliyah's enjoying her quinceanera and the next, she's in an arrange marriage with a guy that she doesn't barely know, yet alone, wasn't interested in. this was too much for her. she didn't want this... she didn't need this. she couldn't handle the pressure. and deliyah was one that when she's being pressured to do something.. she don't want to do, she will go in the back and come up with some random shit to do to fuck that up, whether it will work or not. mostly, it does. but with this situation, there's no telling. but, she was going to give it a try. and tonight, she was. she has something up her sleeves and hopefully, her plan won't fail.. big time.

tonight was the night. tonight's the night where deliyah was going to meet pedro, the young man that her parents arranged her to marry, for the third time, along with his family for dinner. a surprise celebration, as her mother calls it. though, deliyah wasn't suppose to know about this special night. she wasn't suppose to know that the guy that she's going to marry will be there to officially propose to her. but she knew, thanks to her big brother, maddox. she knew their plans and well, deliyah had her own plans as well. she wasn't going to go home.. alone. oh no. she have a surprise guest herself. a really good friend of hers that she unexpectedly caught up yesterday and to her surprise, he was down to help her. see, deliyah has good friends after all. especially this one, the lovely ryan wate. the boy that both her parents despises, loathes very deeply. so, her plan was perfect for the night. extremely perfect.

leaning back against the driver's seat of her car, she took a quick swig of her tequila and closed her eyes, before glancing over to the passenger side where her partner of the night was seated at and inhaled. for some strange reason, she was nervous tonight. she was actually going to go on with her plan. so many feelings was lingering inside that big head of hers. it was making deliyah completely nervous. she needs to put herself together and get this show on the road. licking across her lips she glanced at ryan and inhaled, once more. are you fine with this, ryan? and please don't lie. she asked him, wanting to make sure that he was absolutely okay with what they were going to do tonight. she honestly wouldn't mind if he backed down. she was actually expecting him to, seeing that he had his own fiancee and son in the mix. so, yeah, she was waiting for that towel to get thrown. any moment now. any. moment. now.

tag; Jackass || note; hopefully, this was okay. last minute distraction. suck it.

[Ryan Wate!]

What the hell was he thinking, accepting to be Deliyah’s boyfriend for a day to help her get through some stupid marriage her parents arranged? Like, what the fuck does that have to do with him in any way, shape or form? Unlike Deliyah’s fucked up relationship status, Ryan’s relationship has been going pretty fucking perfect. He had his kid, he had his girl, and he was also – as much as he has a hard-time admitting to it – engaged to be married to her. The man was taking a big step into showing imani that he was serious about them, their relationship, and wanting her to be his everything. even if he does have random days of wanting to return back to his old, ho ways. He wasn’t doing this for himself anymore. Hell, anything he did as of late wasn’t for himself. He was actually showing some respect to be a good friend and help out his close friends with their issues -- in this case, he was helping a old friend, Deliyah, get out of this stupid marriage and “pretending” to be her boyfriend. He could only hope this bullshit work, though.

Besides, this was their little secret. Nobody has to know about this except these two, or at least he hoped it would be that way.

Throughout most of the whole ride, Ryan was quiet. He just looked outside of the window without saying a mumbling word about nothing. With his amnesia still affecting his thoughts every now and then, Ryan couldn’t remember how her parents acted and what Ryan and Deliyah spoke about in the IM conversation, but he did remember his role and the plot. He cut his eyes over onto Deliyah when she spoke, frowning. ”Obviously I am,” He said, in a smart-aleck manner. ”Look, we made it this far, we might as well do what we have to do and get it done. YOU just better make sure this shit works, jackass.” He added.

OOC: its cool. blah start.

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

nibbling down on the corner of her upper lip, liyah inhaled once more and glanced over at ryan and turned to the left side, looking out to her parents' house, from the driveway. they're here and deliyah was out of this word nervous. she had absolutely no idea what to do and if she should really go on with what she had in mind, sabotaging this dinner with her soon to be in-laws and parents. it was driving her insane already and she didn't like this feeling. one bit. sighing heavily, her eyes darted back to ryan and lightly sized him up, not saying a word and looked down at her fingers, nervously gripping the car wheel and closed her eyes. she could feel her heart getting ready to jump out of her chest right now. this. was. it.

hearing his voice say that he was still down with this, calmed liyah nerves a bit. she was shock that he said that, but she was also grateful. a part of her knew he would go along with it. i mean, they were really good friends before she disappeared, right? so, that was good. a soft smile graced her lips as she looked over at him and nodded. it will work.. i hope. she whispered, looking away from him and back at her parents' house. licking across her lips, she unstrapped the seat belt and looked back over to him. let get this over with, jackass. she said, reaching in the glove compartment and placing a fake engagement ring on her ring finger and looked at ryan, shrugging lightly. gotta make it believable, right? she said, opening the car door and escorted herself out of it, waiting for ryan to do the same.

raking her fingers through her hair, she walked over to front door and inhaled deeply, glancing at ryan and nodded, her fingers gripping the door knob. she licked across her lips and closed her eyes for a quick second and opened them, the door slowly opening. no time to hesitate. she whispered, her fingers lightly lacing his and looked up at him, giving him the "are you ready" glance. because honestly, she wasn't. not at all.

tag; Jackass || note; ehhish. sorry.

[Ryan Wate!]

Ryan sucked his teeth. He was ready to get this day over with and go on with his day like this never happened. If these parents of hers gave him a hard-time, any hard-time at all, Ryan wasn’t going to hold back his opinion or thought about them. Leaning his back against the chair, he folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. ”You’re not even sure if this is going to work. I have no time for a failed plan, Deliyah.” Ryan opened his eyes, glancing over at her with a serious glare. ”How am I suppose to act with these bitch---Excuse me, your sorry ass parents?”

His eyes followed her hand over to the glove compartment and watched as she pulled out this fake engagement ring. "What the hell?" After hearing her explanation, he just shrugged and got out of his seat belt, before stepping out of the car. He took a second to take in his surroundings before following her to the front door of the home. ”Can you come on already?” He said, impatiently. He parted his lips to speak again but found nothing coming out when her fingers laced with his hand. Damn. What did he really get himself into?

”… Just go.”

OOC: blahish.

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

ryan, please. don't talk. i'm already nervous as it is. and you here talking about this... is driving me fucking bonkers, jackass. so. shut the fuck up. please. liyah said softly and shook her head, glancing over at him before coming out of the car. her stomach was flipping right now and she hated it. she was never this nervous. ever. she wasn't the nervous, scared type but tonight, she was proven wrong. hopefully, when they step a foot inside of her parents' house, her nerves will fade away. hopefully. god, please let it.

she inhaled deeply, her eyes gazing deeply at the door as it opened slowly and blinked her eyes excessively when ryan spoke and looked at him. okay. okay. my god. she whispered, her fingers pressing tightly against his. her nerves caused that to happened. she let out a soft sigh, looking at him and nodded, putting herself together and breathed in deeply. come on. she said, with a small hint of confidence in her voice as she opened the door widely and stepped a foot inside the house.

mamiii ! papiii ! i'm here, donde estas? she asked, forcing a smile on her face as she walked further inside the house, gently pulling ryan in with her. deliyah, come here, princesa , we have a sorpresa for you, mija. she hard her mother called out and looked over at ryan. they're in the family room. with a "surprise". she whispered, licking across her lips and inhaled. ready to be my finace for a hour or so? she inhaled, guiding them to the family room. mami, papi ! i have to show you guys something ! liyah happily called out, making their way to where "everybody" was at. reaching the room, she opened the door and blurted out. I'M GETTING MARRIED ! she placed a false grin on her face, swaying her hand side to side, showing them the "ring" that was on her finger.

WHAT?!?!

tag; Jackass || note; excuse the shitty reply. lol.

[Ryan Wate!]

”Fuck you is nervous for? I don’t see nothing to be nervous about.” Ryan shrugged and yawned into his fist. He had no problem with meeting her family, playing this whole “pretend” bullshit, and whatever other silly plan she might have on her mind. However, he did feel uncomfortable worried about this getting out to Imani, which would most definitely be his ass come later. ”And you shut the fuck up.” And whether she was nervous or not, Ryan still wasn’t going to take any of her slick remarks. He was glad to be back to his old ways… somewhat.

All this overreacting she was doing was starting to slightly affect him. He so badly wanted to cuss and swear, but by the time a word could be said, the two of them were making their way into the home. He took a glance around the home. Not too bad. ”Dond.. what the fuck you say?” He whispered into her ear, squeezing lightly onto her hand. Ryan’s eyes dropped down onto their fingers being laced together. Besides Imani, he really never held a girl hand like this before, which was making him feel awkward and strange about this at first. It could be one of those temporary feelings -- there one minute and gone the next. Ignoring it, Ryan fixated his eyes back onto her. ”If they disrespect me in Spanish, you’re going to tell me, right?” He asked lowly.

Fiancé for a hour or so? That sounds like forever to him, but he wasn’t going to back out. He made it this far, they might as well get it over with. ”Let’s just go.” Ryan mumbled. In the family room, Ryan took a quick glance at both of her parents then everybody else, trying to keep this “fake” smile on his face. This was going to be harder than he thought. Some of the reactions were priceless. Ryan so badly wanted to break out laughing and call them all type of “dumbasses”. Instead of going that route, he played in character and tried to keep his composure strong enough to not bust out in laughter. Acting was not his forte.

OOC: ur fine, fatjaws.

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

deliyah slowly glanced over at ryan and smiled softly, nodding her head. yeah, i got you. jackass. she whispered lowly, her thumb absentmindedly running across his knuckles as they approached the family room where everybody was at. her parents, pedro and his. sounds like a crowd to her. lord, she did hoped that it was. more reason for this whole shit to be done and over with.

pressing her lips to stop herself from smiling or even laughing at what just happened, liyah stepped closer to her parents, lightly pulling ryan along with her and playfully pouted. mamii.. papii. you're not going to congratulate me.. us? she forced herself to say it in english. for ryan's sake. she kinked and eyebrow, facading a hurt look and looked at her mother. este es un juego, verdad, deliyah? (this is a game, right) her mother said with such hostility in her voice. she looked at ryan, smiling and shook her head, eyes on his. no, ma. this isn't game. it's for real. liyah said, bringing her attention to her mother and frowned lowly. papi. what about you? are you happy for me? for us? she asked her father, nervously. the look on her father alone made her nervous. between you and i, she was afraid of him. so, there's no telling what can happen now.

that's not who i think that is, right christina? he firmly said, blankly staring at ryan, causing liyah to grip his fingers tightly, pretty much hinting ryan to keep his mouth shut.. just in case. and well, because now, she was a little scared. i'm not sure. who you're talking about, papi? this. is. ryan. you remember him, right? the young wate? she said, getting ready to say something else. but her father punched her to it.

are you kidding me, mija? you're engaged to this fucking cabron.. this fucking little asshole?

tag; Jackass || note; fatjaws? .. adios.

[Ryan Wate!]

”You better have me.” Ryan mumbled under his breath, before cutting his eyes down onto their hands, as her thumb ran over his knuckles. It was the same thing Imani did when they held hands. This whole thing was starting to make him a little bit uncomfortable, but on the outside, he was trying to remain as the “comfortable, fearless” Ryan he’s known by. ”Stop that!” He scolded, shaking their hands lightly to make her stop. ”Let’s just get this over with, now.”

He exchanged stare with both of her parents, trying his best to keep this sorry ass smile plastered across his face. Her mother speaking in Spanish made him frown, instantly. Have these bitches ever heard of the English language before? Next time he comes here he’d needed to bring a translator, because Deliyah wasn’t doing a good job in that area right now. It was truly boiling down to having to use his assumptions and judgment traits to understand what they could possibly mean – assuming by the way they talked, and judging by their actions and gestures. This whole plan was starting to look dull.

Shrugging off her mother’s comment about them, it was the father’s comment that sparked Ryan the most. He was already growing a strong hatred towards the man. He parted his lips to speak, but was stopped by Liyah gripping his fingers tightly. His blood was boiling as his father went on. Fucking asshole? He was ready to call this plan off and let her father have it for the disrespect.

Ryan leaned forward, his lips close enough to her ear, and whispered ”You better get him before I do. I’m not going to be taking too much more of this.”

OOC: hush.

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

at this point, nothing else mattered to deliyah. she wasn't paying attention to her mother or the guests that was there. not even ryan. her attention was on her father and her father only. she knew that he was going to run his mouth tonight. whether she came here with ryan or not. it was going to happen either way. father and daughter always clashed and from the looks of it. tonight, it could possibly hit the fan.

deliyah licked across the inside of her cheeks and rolled her eyes as her father kept running his mouth about this whole false "engagement" thing with her and ryan. that's what she really wanted to be honest. get on his nerves. get under his skin. hype him up to the point where he won't accept both male parties taking his daughter's hand. her eyes blinked excessively, getting her mind out of her thoughts when she heard ryan's voice and glanced at him, not saying a single word to him. deliyah, get that mother fucker out of this house right now. before i shove him out. ring and all. her father coldly demanded. her eyes shift directly to her father's and smirked. no. he's not going fucking nowhere, "daddy". he's here.. to stay. whether you like it or not. we're engaged. end of story. she spat back, eyes looking over at her mothers and then pedro's and his parents, all three of their faces priceless..still. good.

she pressed her lips together, glancing at ryan, her fingers slowly removing themselves from his and looked at her mother. mamii. are you going to let your husband talk to your son in law like that? she softly asked her, watching as her mom's mouth parted getting ready to speak but before she could even speak and deliyah could finish her sentence, she flinched lightly, watching as he came closer to them and the next shit that he did, shocked her. frightened her...deeply. he shoved her to the side and gripped ryan's arm, trying to escort him out of the house. that wasn't suppose to fucking happen ?!

get your fucking hands off of him!

tag; Jackass || note; umm. that wasn't supposed to happen. blame eminem. lol.

[Ryan Wate!]

This was the main reason why he hated having to meet “the parents”. If they knew Ryan well enough, he figured it wouldn’t turn out as sweet as innocent like most family encounters. But this one had to be his worse experience yet. It was usually the mother that pushed Ryan away while the father gave cold-glares, as if he wanted to intimidate Ryan. This father here was pushing Ryan’s buttons.

The more her father continued with his mouth, the more Ryan wanted to just call this whole thing “off” and just lose control of his emotions for a brief second. He clenched down on his jaw and his hand tightened on Deliyah, wanting her to say something before he does, and it was growing closer to that point of actually saying something. Parting his mouth to begin his shit-talking towards her father, he stopped and looked towards Deliyah when she beat him to the punch. About time she was fucking doing something.

”And there you have it, POPeye.” Ryan chuckled lowly before winking at her father, not caring if it irritated the man or not. He couldn’t sit back and take anymore disrespect out of this jackass. Eventually, the whole situation turned for the worse. Her father pushed Deliyah off to the side before gripping onto Ryan’s arm. ”Hey! Let me the fuck go, pops! What the fuck is your problem?!” Ryan shouted, trying to pry his hand loose.

OOC: Good ole Eminem.

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

ryan, chill. deliyah lowly said after ryan said that slick remark and shook her head. he's just waiting for her father to flip his switch and attack him, huh? deyliyah guessed so. sighing, she looked over at ryan and then over to her parents, her father more especially as he talked again. watch your mouth, little shit. you're in my house. so you fucking respect. or get the fuck out. her father spat, not once taking his gaze off of ryan. deliyah shook her head and looked over at her mother. maa, aren't you going to say something. he's disrespecting.. right now. liyah said, shaking her head in disbelief at what was happening right now. but, that was nothing, compared to the next thing that happened.

que demonios es su problema, victor?! (what the hell is your problem) her mother called out as she watched her husband shove their daughter roughly to the side. deliyah groaned lightly, but ignored the pain on her left arm and focused on what was going on with her father and ryan. sueltelo, victor! her mother called out as she walked over to the small ruckus right now. dad, get the fuck off of him! liyah spat, shoving her father roughly away from ryan. deliyah, don't! her mother called out, knowing what her daughter just created right now. before liyah could even look over at her mother or help ryan out, her face swiftly jerked to the side, feeling a thunder clap across the side of her face. VICTOR!!!!

what the fuck just happened, again? get the fuck out of my house.. the both of you. right now!

tag; Jackass || note; once again, blame eminem. ahaha !

[Ryan Wate!]

”Why you telling me to chill for? He’s the one starting that shit with me.” Ryan whispered to her. He could only take so much out of Mr. Popeye over here – and technically, that point has been reached a long time ago at the first sign of disrespect. He parted his lips to fire back another insult at the man, but he stopped when he glanced over at Deliyah then onto her mother. What good was her? She was just going to sit there and allow this? Damn, Deliyah’s family was useless.

It was about time her mother finally decided to speak out, yet in a language that Ryan failed to understand, but it sounded like she was trying to “scold” Liyah’s father, at least that’s what Ryan hoped she was doing. ”Hey man, get your fucking hands off me, now.” Ryan struggled to pry the man’s grip from his arm. He was a little taken back to find Deliyah defend for him. It did make him smile on the inside, but he had to stay focus on the situation at hand; getting this psycho away from him. Suddenly, just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, a loud slap filled the room. Ryan looked over at Deliyah with a look of concern which soon turned into anger as he faced “Victor”. ”What the fuck you go and slap her for? She hasn’t done nothing to you!” Ryan snapped, showing a rare defensive side of him, shoving the man with all his force. ”I went through all this only to come here and be fucking disrespected by you bitches?!” Ryan was close to spoiling the “plot” to the family, but he caught himself from saying that and said something else instead.

”I love your daughter and I’m going to marry her whether you like it or not. You can either be there or don’t be there, I won’t give a fuck; only shows what type of parents you guys are. You could at least be happy for her, but fuck it. Let’s go, Deliyah, we got a marriage to plan.”

OOC: o_O

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

the world stop. everything froze. no sound, no movements. no nothing. it's dead dead. that's how it was in deliyah's eyes after she took a sharp slap across her face. she was in shock, in fear. she couldn't beleive that her father placed a hand on her. she never expected that, never once thought of that happening, when she came up with this plan, which after the event happened, she forgot all about it. at this point, she didn't give a fuck anymore. this whole whole thing wasn't important to deliyah. at this moment, this very moment, she found everything useless. she didn't care what happened. well, right now she didn't. so she thinks. she was done.

her mind went back to reality as she heard ryan and her father going on it. she blinked excessively, trying to gather her thoughts and the even that was now happening and slightly flinched, feeling her mother's touch against her hand, but didn't even bother to look at her mother. she stepped back, not even wanting to be touched right now and palmed the side of her face, caressing the stinging area. there was going to be a bruise there tonight. she could feel it, sense it. she inhaled deeply, reaching out for ryan's arm and lightly gripped it, hinting him to just let it go. she wanted to leave anyways, before she does something that she will truly regret. and at this point, the urge of her wanting to attack her own father right now, was slowly increasing inside of her. clouding up her mind. but, she was forcefully holding it in.

her eyes went to him as he spoke. he was really going along with this still? she wasn't expecting that. at all. but, she didn't say anything. she pressed her lips together and sighed, feeling her eyes swell up. damn, that slap was killing her right now. she inhaled, once again and lightly gripped ryan's arm, shaking her head. can.. can. can we just go. she said, throwing her gaze at her father and sized him up, blood boiling now. she swiftly turned around, not bothering to say bye to nobody. not even her mother. she was ashamed that her mother didn't do anything. or did she? if she did or not, liyah didn't care. tonight she didn't.

reaching for the front door, she placed her hand on the doorknob and opened it, walking out, not even caring to wait for ryan. she just wanted to get the fuck out that house already. leaning against the side patio, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. she had no idea how to let this go. how to let all the anger that was now flooding inside of her out besides doing the one thing that never in a million years she will let herself do. she freely gave her tears permission to run down her face. safest way to let out all the anger instead of hurting something, somebody or yourself, at that right?

you ready to go?

tag; Jackass || note; oops, i rambled. sorry. lol !

[Ryan Wate!]

Ryan was still in a small shock about witnessing her father slap her across the face like that. It was affected him more than it should. Maybe it was because being a father himself he never pictured himself laying his hands on Xavier unless his rage got the best of him. The whole scene was still replying in his mind like a VCR.

Parting his lips to continue ranting off at her father, not caring if the man were to attack him, he stopped when he felt something light grip onto him. He looked down at her hands then up at Liyah, biting down on his bottom lip. ”Fine.” Ryan took a final glance back at her father, mother, and the other guy’s parents.

He shortly followed right behind Deliyah’s trail out of the home. Standing next to her, on the patio now, he placed one hand on her back and the other caressing her thigh lightly. He wanted to give her some type of comfort, although he wasn’t the best person in the world to give that. He should’ve took notes when Roslyn was still alive. ”Yeah. Are you? You going to be okay?”

OOC: Ur good. And short..

[DELIYAH RAMOS]

leaning against the deck, deliyah licked across her lips, fingers swaying across her cheeks, erasing the tears that was still trickling down her cheeks and inhaled deeply before closing her eyes. her mind was still fixated on what just happened between her father. it was like, that was the only thing in her mind now. as much as she forced herself to think about something else, the tequila that's waiting for her back at home, the dick that she made plans with after this whole thing, she couldn't think about that. she was frozen to the even that happened a few minutes okay. driving her insane.

she flinched at the voice of ryan's voice and his hand against her thigh and nodded her head, not wanting to look at him. she didn't want to look at nobody right now. not even her own reflection, if fear of having a bruise there already. i'm fine. she said lowly, but it was obvious in her voice that she was lying. she sniffled, leaning up against the deck and raked her fingers through her hair, staring ahead at the street lights. i'm sorry.

tag; Jackass || note; ur good. and short.. !