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Morals: Chapter 1

Riff Lorton

Notes: As you can tell I’m in my Riff phase so expect more chapters lollll. I hope you guys enjoy and stay tuned for updates!

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.6k

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”¡Hola tía!” I exclaim walking into Doc’s. Valentina flashes me a sweet smile as she balances herself on her ladder.

“I can do that if you want tía, don’t worry about it.” I offer but she shakes her head. “Ay no no, mi amor. I gotta do things while I still can. It’s the beauty of life.” She smiles. I admire that about Valentina. I haven’t been working here for very long, but it was the first thing I noticed about her. She lives in the moment and enjoys everything, even when it seems like there isn’t much glory to bask in.

A thud came from downstairs, emitting an unsolicited gasp from my throat. Valentina and I lock eyes. She tries to mask the worried look on her face but I can still see right through her.

“Is he okay?” I ask. Tony and I have actually gotten pretty close within the couple of months that we’ve known each other. Valentina hired us on the same day, and we’d been inseparable ever since. I could count on him for anything.

She opens her mouth to answer but the sound of yelling catches both of our attentions.

“I can’t go to the dance, Riff! My parole officer said no going out.”

A tall, lean boy comes through the door. I’ve seen him around town but never up close. So this was who had Tony so grumpy.

About a dance? What dance?

Tony came up the stairs, crate in hand. An annoyed expression was plastered on his face.

Nobody told me about a dance.

“Womb to tomb… wasn’t never a joke for me.” The boy said, pressing his shoulder to the door.

Tony threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. “Don’t be like that, just cuz I can't go to a dance?”

“Tony,” I called, drawing the attention of Valentina, Tony and the other boy. “What dance?”

Tony narrows his eyes at me. “It’s not the kinda thing you would wanna go to.” He says. I roll my eyes. “How do you know that? I can think for myself.”

Tony’s friend walks toward me, a sly smirk stretched across his face. “Yeah, Tony, let the lady speak for herself. What’s your name, pretty thing?” “Lilianna .”

“Stay away from her, Riff. She’s not allowed to associate with criminals.” Valentina speaks up from behind. “Look, don’t fall off that latter. At your age… brittle bones! That’s all I’m saying.” The boy, Riff, snarkily replies before turning his attention back to me. “So you going tonight?”

“No.” Tony says sternly, answering for me. “Nobody is g-“ “Yes.” I said with a rush of confidence surging through my veins.

Tony and Valentina stare at me with wide eyes, but Riff smiles contently.

“Lily, este chico es peligroso!” (Lily, this boy is dangerous!) Valentina exclaimed, stepping down from her ladder. “Yo se, Yo se. Será cuidadoso.” (I know, I know. I will be careful.)

“Lily are you insane?” Tony asks, you could tell he was angry. “Why is it insane if I want to go to a dance, Tony? I’m a 17 year old girl who’s never been to a dance. Excuse me if I want to enjoy at least some part of my goddamn life.” I turn to my right and go up the stairs, entering my own room. Of course the space was shared with the boxes among boxes of appliances, but it was still home. After my parents had died, there wasn’t really any other place for me to go. The whole thing is all just a big sob story. Tía Valentina was like a mom to my mother. She was with me the night of the car accident. Without her, I would be sleeping on the streets. I owe her my life.

A knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts. “Come in!” I shout.

Tony enters the small room with a meek smile playing on his lips. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want to go. I shouldn’t be the one to stop you from having fun.” He apologizes. “How about I go too? I’ll keep you company.”

“What about your parole?” I look up at him. “We’ll keep each other out of trouble, right?” He asks and we both chuckle, wholeheartedly. “Of course.”

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“You look beautiful, mi amor!” Valentina exclaimed as we both looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me like a stranger. “I told you this dress would fit like a glove!”

My hands smoothed out the wrinkles on the dark blue dress as I turned around to face her. “This blue really brings out the green in your eyes. I told you this eyeshadow would brighten those gorgeous eyes.” She said, tapping me on the nose.

Val and I make our way down the stairs to where Tony is waiting. His eyes widen as I make my way down the stairs. “Wow…” he said breathlessly. I giggle and spin around. “What? A girl can’t get dressed up every now and then?”

“Well in that case, I’d say we’re already fashionably late.” Tony says with a chuckle. He holds his arm out for me to take and I accept.

We make our way to the dance, but not before saying goodbye to Valentina.

Arm in arm, Tony and I arrive at the dance. My eyes scan the gym in awe as I take in the sight of my first ever dance.

“Hey guys!” Tony and I whip around. Anybodys, one of my first friends in this town, beamed at us. “Anybodys! Hey!” I exclaim.

“Tony! I knew you’d come, buddy boy!” A familiar voice calls. Riff shoves Anybodys out of the way and embraces Tony. I roll my eyes and turn towards Anybodys. “I haven’t seen you in forever.” I say, giving them a warm smile. Their eyes light up. “I know! I feel-“ the sentence was interrupted by the sound of unwanted whistling by, of course, the annoying Jet beside us. “God damn, girly girl. I didn’t even recognize ya at first!” Riff rambled. Annoyance crept up on me as Riff rudely interrupted our conversation.

“Do you mind?” I ask, sharply to which he responds in a sly smirk. “Whewwww, I sure don’t!” He exclaims. “Come dance.” He says to me and Tony. For once, I don’t actually think that’s a bad idea.

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I giggle as Tony spins me around. He’d been teaching me how to dance most of the night. I couldn’t help but feel bad for accidentally squishing his feet the majority of the time.

Spinning around wasn’t something I was used to. Everyone could tell because soon, I could feel the color draining from my face as I came to a quick halt. Concern filled Tony’s sharp features as his hazel eyes scanned my face. “Yo, are you good?” He asks. I nod my head, desperately trying to conceal my nausea. “I’m fine.. just excuse me for 1 moment.” I say, ripping myself from his grasp and scurrying away.

I finally find the exit and crisp air of the night fills my lungs as I gasp for air, desperate to keep the nausea at a low. The feeling stung at my eyes and caused a single teardrop to fall down the side of my face. I dust the concrete stairs off with my palm and take a seat. The cold material seeps through my dress but I don’t care. The feeling of being overwhelmed is something I’ve always had to battle. I just freak out in the little instances. I should’ve just listened to Tony. It’s something I’ve never experienced and it really affected me in a way I didn’t expect it to.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open. “I found her!”

I internally groan as my peace is ONCE AGAIN interrupted by Riff.

I look up at him. “What do you want, Riff?” Annoyance was laced in my voice, but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice.

“Tony’s lookin’ for ya.”

“Alright well can you tell him I’ll be inside soon? I’m just taking a little time for myself.”

Ignoring my request, he takes a seat, paying no mind to my sigh of annoyance. “What now?” I ask harshly.

He puts his hands up in defense. “I noticed a tear.”

My hands flew to my face, wiping the wet accusation away. “I’m not crying or anything I just felt nauseous and my eyes started watering…. You know, a natural response.” I rambled. His eyes scanned my face, almost like he was wondering something. “What?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up at the thought of someone examining and possibly judging my features. He shook his head. “I can't figure it out.”

“Figure what out?”

“When I first saw ya, I thought ya were Puerto Rican. Then ya started talking and there was no accent. So I thought maybe I was wrong, but then ya started speaking spanish. I thought I had it down that ya were really just Puerto Rican and realllyyyy good at english. But now I’m lost because you have the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

My eyelids fluttered at him in disbelief. “You do realize we can have colored eyes?” I howled with laughter, making Riffs cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “But yes, my father was white, my mother was Puerto Rican.” I explained. The beet red blush that flared on his face seemed to calm down.

The door slammed open and Riff and I both snapped around. “What the hell man! Why didn’t ya tell me ya found her?” Tony exclaimed, eyeing us both suspiciously.

Riff threw his arms up in frustration. “I did! Ya were busy checking behind god's back.”

My eyes stayed glued to the floor as they bickered. Truth be told, I didn’t really think Riff would give me a second thought after seeing me earlier at Docs in my stained work clothes. He was wondering about me?

Tony’s blurred voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Earth to Lily! Ya good?”

My eyes wandered straight up. Straight into Riff’s ocean blue ones.

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