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[solaadisa]

AYO EDEBIRI SNL50: The Anniversary Special (Feb 16, 2025)

[solaadisa]

Sola: omgggggg fr?? Sola: i'm blushin fr 😳 Sola: need ur help brainstormin captions tho @jaredx

Jared: u want fr Jared: yes Jared: a hundred times yes put that on a billboard

@solaadisa

[solaadisa]

Sola: and posted Sola: i best see that on ur story 🔜 😤 Sola: "lebron is a douche" lmfao Sola: and u know what Sola: he is @mackmontgomery

Mack: Instantly yes yes Mack: This is incredible content Mack: I'm already mentally resharing it Mack: What that Lebron shirt say!!!! @solaadisa

[solaadisa]

Sola: okay but story or main? Sola: bc my father follows me and he doesn't know how stories work but you best believe he'd be in my comments on main @abcwithmsz

zana: LMAOOO zana: absolutely post it immediately

[solaadisa]

closed: @maverick-liu

location: driftwood speed dating

A timer rang out through the cafe, signaling that everyone move onto a different partner, and Sola fought the bone-deep urge to cheer.

"Damn, I guess that's time," she said to the guy across from her, with fake disappointment laced into her tone and a wide, plastic grin on her face. "It was nice to meet you."

He didn't look back as he wandered off, and Sola's eyes quickly fell down to her phone, thumbs flying as she shot a update to Cricket: "latest boring guy smelled like onion and not in a good way. will never forgive u for this fuck u love u bye."

In her periphery, she saw someone else sit down across from her and prepared herself to paste on another false smile before looking up.

The sight that actually greeted her removed all of the artifice. "Mav?" she asked, feeling relief rush through her entire body. "Dude, what are you doing here?"

[solaadisa]

SOLA 📲 OPEN

Sola: now imma need u to be so fr with me rn Sola: insta worthy or no ‼️

@aurorabaystarter

[solaadisa]

SOLA 📲 SAM

Sola: mr sam!! Sola: i hope ur not already in bed but this is an emergency Sola: i need some cauliflower like rn and all of the grocery stores are closed Sola: but i AM growing some in my plot Sola: anyyyyy chance you could break me in to grab some? @samucl-kane

[solaadisa]

have you forgiven robin for vandalising your food truck? 👀

"I mean, like — no? It didn't happen in a vacuum, you know, like, she didn't trip over a shoelace and then accidentally throw a brick through my window. What's that thing people say on cop shows? Intent is nine-tenths of the law or whatever?

Do I think she regrets it? Yeah, maybe, the act itself, but that's different from if she meant it. And it definitely feels like she meant it."

@robinsantos

[solaadisa]

Sola grumbled to herself as she watched the rock she'd painstakingly selected sink to the ocean floor with a plop. She tossed a glare over her shoulder at the stranger's rhetorical question, eyes widening incredulously — you think you could do better?

"Alright, then, smartass. Let's see you do better."

She folded her arms over her chest and watched reluctantly as — yeah, okay — he did better. Instead of scouring the beach for another rock, she just plopped down into the sand and groaned. "I've literally never been able to do it. Like, yeah, I've heard it all about the flatness and blah, blah, blah, but I think there's actually some big secret that no one's letting me in on."

@xadensenan

where : the beach when : around sunset featuring : open ( @aurorabaystarter )

the  ocean  glows  amber  and  pink  under  the  fading  light ,  the  sunset  stretching  wide  across  the  horizon .  xaden  stands  ankle - deep  in  the  water ,  jeans  rolled  up  just  enough ,  the  edges  damp .  there ’ s  a  lazy  grin  tugging  at  his  lips  as  he  watches  as the other  struggles  to  skip  a  stone  across  the  surface .  it  arcs  high  and  plunks  into  the  waves  with  a  dull  splash,  and  his  laughter ,  low  and  warm ,  breaks  through  the  quiet  hum  of  the  evening .

" you ’ re  kidding  me ,  right ? "  he  teases ,  stepping  closer ,  the  water  rippling  around  him .  " that  was ,  hands  down ,  the  worst  throw  i ’ ve  ever  seen . "  without  waiting  for  an  answer ,  he  brushes  past  them ,  his  hand  grazing  theirs — light ,  like  it  didn ’ t  mean  anything .  he  picks  up  a  smooth ,  flat  stone ,  tilting  it  between  his  fingers ,  the  warm  hues  of  the  sunset  catching  on  the  curve  of  his  grin .  " this  one , "  he  says ,  holding  it  up  like  it ’ s  some  grand  secret .  " perfect  shape .  you ’ ve  just  been  picking  duds . "  his  toss  is  effortless ,  the  stone  skipping  four  times  before  vanishing  into  the  glow  of  the  water .  xaden  glances  back ,  his  smile  softer  now ,  green  eyes  catching  the  last  light  of  the  sun .  " but  hey ,  i ' m sure you ’ re  way  better  at  other  things . "

[solaadisa]

"I don't know, do you? Buddy Wells — big blue eyes, curly hair, built like a tank? Maybe you've seen him around with, like, a billion dogs."

Sola made herself comfortable in the doorway, leaning up against the frame. She might've caught a glimpse of Aiden getting his shit rocked at Halloween, and she wanted to avoid any repeat incidents in her apartment. Blood would be really hard to get out of the carpet.

"Anyone ever tell you that maybe you should be? I know you're feisty, dude, and I respect that, but you're also built like a noodle."

She held up her hands innocently, as if she hadn't just invited herself onto Aiden List of Beef.

"Anyway, do you know Buddy or no? Because if no, I'll move."

@aiden-stevens

Aiden dead stares at Sola acting as a blockade, and he bites his tongue before he makes a smart remark. "Do I even know your roommate?" His poor habit of not paying attention to a single soul outside of her carefully procured circle makes it difficult to discern. Did Sola ever even tell him who her roommate is?

Probably, and Aiden just let it go in one ear and out the other.

"I don't have beef with people," he argues in turn, even if one name burns bright neon in his mind.

( Okay, maybe just one person, and it isn't the guy who nearly broke his nose on Halloween night. )

"They just say or do shit I don't like, and I'm not afraid to react accordingly."

@solaadisa

[solaadisa]

i want to sleep in your arms but not kiss / i long for your touch but don't miss / don't want to regret any of this / i want to see you in my dreams but then forget / we're meant to be but not yet / you're all that i have but can't get

[solaadisa]

7. Describe how your muse greets others.

"I'm a big fan of a hug or a dap, or a dap into a hug. Simple, classic."

[solaadisa]

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

"I gotta preface this by saying I'm not a violent person, mkay? Even if I get the urge to slap a bitch every once and a while, I'm really not out here trying to kill anybody.

—but I would for Cricket. Any time, any place. Don't care who it is. Easy."

@cricketcampbell

[solaadisa]

"Wait," Sola said, her stirring hand halting as she looked at the piping bag with wide eyes. "That might be the best idea I've ever heard. That sounds so bomb, dude. And we top it off with a nice little sprinkle of powdered sugar? Bam. Instant James Beard award."

She set the bowl down and wiped her hands on her apron. "Alright, so now we just gotta let this puppy rise now, so we get a snack break." Sola moved over to the sink to wash her hands, asking Liza as she went, "So how's Baby Two doing? Seems like they've got excellent taste already."

@thelizaxevans

Liza gave her friend her rapt attention, even letting her use her own kitchen gadgets in exchange of learning to make something new because the idea of bringing their foods together was definitely something Liza would love to make a reality. "Considering the fact that me and baby have been very into chai lately, this already sounds like one of the best things I'll be eating in recent memory. In fact," She paused for a second, moving to the large fridge and pulling out one of the piping bags inside. "I just finished making a chai pastry cream. My idea was to stuff cream puffs with it. But these puff-puffs would probably taste amazing using this as a dip of sorts? Or maybe that's just my cravings talking."

[solaadisa]

"Okay, don't say 'basic' like that. You knew you were gonna have to explain this shit to me like I'm four."

At this point, though, four year olds would probably be able to pick this up faster than Sola. Was it bad that she was suddenly jealous of all of the iPad babies who definitely wouldn't grow up to be normal but would at least be able to celebrate a Fortnite kill by teabagging their opponent?

Awkwardly, she placed her left hand over the lettered keys. "This is a completely unnatural position for my hand to be in," she groused. "You ever worry about carpal tunnel?"

"Yeah, and for good reason. I'm not gonna let you literally burn down all of me and Ravi's hard work. You're still entitled to your free lifetime supply and your food will always be hand-delivered and hot but, like, far away from my truck."

@warnerstjames

Warner bites back a laugh.

He'd forgotten how video game adverse Sola was. It was both impressive and concerning how she seemed to lack any basic understanding of any video game he presented her with.

"W,A,S,D to make your character move. It's as basic as a navigational control comes. Spacebar to jump, aim with a right click of the mouse and shoot with the left."

He couldn't explain it more simpler than that.

"We're doing this because you won't let me near the food truck after last time." Warner hadn't seen the big deal then and he still didn't now—so what if he had almost burned a hole through their fryer.

The key part of that incident was almost. @solaadisa

[solaadisa]

Sola started to make a mental checklist of spots they needed to hit as her eyes traveled over the interior of the truck. It actually wasn't so bad, now that she looked a little closer — it looked like how it always did after a particularly busy lunch rush. After the initial shock and awe had worn off, Sola hadn't let the harried energy consume her. They just done their jobs, jobs they were good at.

Right now, with the high of it settling back in, Sola didn't think she could be convinced that anyone was doing it better than them.

She was about to propose leaving the cleanup for future Sola and Ravi to deal with, driving out to the beach and cracking a few of their reserve beers from the back of the fridge, when she registered the hand being held out to her. "Oh?" She tilted her head and listened a little harder to the music drifting in — Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

It was more of a compulsion than a decision when she reached out with a sheepish half-smile to slide her hand into Ravi's. She stepped closer and put her other hand on his shoulder. "Okay. One dance."

Her eyes flickered up to meet his for a moment before they moved to gaze just past his ear. She fought the urge to make a joke, to keep the banter going, anything to distract from the proximity of their bodies.

She would tell Ravi anything, and typically did — the 2am texts asking if he thought a pillow would be a better salad or sandwich if it could be eaten were testament to that — but she usually kept a line of demarcation between their physical bodies, even subconsciously.

That had gone out the window now, clearly. She didn't think she could look him in the eyes as Elvis kept singing (like a river flows surely to the sea...), but with the line now well and truly crossed, she stepped forward again and closed the gap, pressing her ear against his chest as they swayed.

@ravirussell

"Sends a shiver through me just thinking about it."

Both the idea of being an accidental leak and the TMZ of it all, which he had always viewed in a lesser lens than other publications given how many times it crossed the feeds of his socials with commentary on how terrible it was.

His mind drifts for a moment then, wondering what it might be like to be published in anything for something worthwhile -- like a really good food truck review -- when he's brought back to earth and the party by an index finger aimed his way like a warning.

His eyes roll as they always did when Cricket was the topic at hand, but there was less sincere vitriol behind the action and more commitment to what felt like it would be a lifelong bit.

( Somedays it was harmless, others he would have sworn on a bible that she was his arch-nemesis. )

Opening his mouth about her would mean another stray, so he doesn't for the sake of heeding Sola's request and because he had to focus on identifying what the song playing was. It's familiar to him in the hazy way childhood memories for, and it's only when he hears the distinctive voice of the King of Rock and Roll kick in does he recognise it as one of his father's favorite songs.

"I got an idea," Ravi says as he holds out a hand to her in offer, the chaos of the kitchen and the cleaning that needed to be done would still be there in three minutes time, but how often was it that Can't Help Falling In Love was heard in the wild like it was then? Not enough, in Ravi's opinion, "It's a crime to not dance to Elvis."

@solaadisa

[solaadisa]

Does Sola have already names settled for future children?

"Dude, you can't ask me shit like that. Because the second I start thinking about kids I just think, like, would it even be morally responsible for me to do that when I'm ready? Do I really want to subject them to the horrors of racism and late stage capitalism and don't we all have to worry about the heat death of this planet and—

Yeah, just don't ask me that. I'll lose my shit."