anything in italics, is Rue speaking, like in the show.

Priscilla never really knew where she stood in life.

She grew up in a lower middle class family to a Mexican mother and a white father. Her mother's side, proud of their culture and pure hearted.

Her father's, consisted of businessmen and trophy wives, each member distant from each other.

Her mother grew up loving where she came from, to the language, the food, the music.

Her father grew up with babysitters and in home nannies.

When Priscilla spent time with her mother's side, shed often feel left out, too plain or just an outsider altogether.

With her father, she felt like she never understood anything they would talk about, considering she had no knowledge of the business and marketing world.

When her mother first met her father, her grandparents hated the relationship. They had this internal "fear" that their blood would be washed out along the generations or something. Priscilla never understood what was the big deal.

Priscilla had many friends and each belonged to their own group. She had hipster friends, stoner friends, popular friends, athletic friends, nerdy friends. Anyone who wasn't a complete asshole, Priscilla mostly got along with.

I was one of her best friends.

Since childhood, We always were together. Through kindergarten to middle school and now high school, surprisingly, we never grew apart. But, things definitely had changed.

While Rue did her time in rehab, the girls never stopped talking. They sent letters, texted, called. Once, Priscilla was allowed to visit.

It felt good to finally have Rue back home. It felt normal and with senior year about to begin, Priscilla needed her best friend.

Priscilla worked most of her teenage life.

Her mother, owned a Mexican cuisine restaurant, La Estrella, which was located in a less fancy side of town. Priscilla spent most of the week and her Saturdays taking orders and waitressing. Her mother put her to work to save more money than actually hiring another employee.

Priscilla enjoyed her job, she liked that it gave her something to do.

Priscilla didn't really obsess over partying, even though she did like going to them. She didn't do drugs, only drank but at times she could get carried away. The feeling she got while high wasn't exactly appealing to her. And after seeing how they affected those around her,  the desire to try kind of died.

Priscilla sang.

Every Saturday night, at the restaurant live music was played. Again saving money, Priscilla was one of the acts. Her mother immediatley forced her up on the stage after overhearing her in the shower one night. Priscilla didn't exactly like or feel comfortable doing it, but it's not like she had a choice.

Today, Priscilla was allowed to visit Rue.

Rue had been back for a couple of days now but, her mother didn't allow company until she felt Rue was ready. Priscilla pulled into the driveway of Rue's house, honking the horn once. In a matter of seconds, Rue exited, waving before walking over to the fence. She picked her bike off of the ground, coming to Priscilla's window.

Priscilla chuckled, "You realize I drive now, right?"

Rue shrugged, "I figured we'd ride today, get some fresh air or something. I still have your board in the garage."

Priscilla stopped her movements, taking a second to catch her breath. She placed her hands on her hips as she coughed heavily.

"Wait, wait," she waved her hand to signal Rue. Rue stopped ahead of her, turning around.

She laughed at her friend, "Come on, we're almost there."

"Where are we even going?" Priscilla started up on the skateboard again.

"Gas station," Rue answered.

Priscilla disliked nothing more than being in uncomfortable situations and she knew she was about to be placed in one.

Fezco, short for Fez, was a boy who had always been getting the two girls in trouble. He was only a year older but whether it had been convincing them to skip school, breaking into strangers cars to see what they could find, the girls followed him anywhere.

Fez always liked Priscilla, the feeling never quite reciprocated. He was nothing what Priscilla looked for in a man.

The last time Priscilla had seen Fez was in early July. They both were at James Huntz' bonfire party, they got drunk and kissed. Priscilla told him to never tell a soul it happened, not even Rue.  The kiss wasn't really that big of a deal to her, she didn't want to even think about it.

The girls walked up to Fez, who was sitting in his usual spot outside of the gas station. He was lighting up a black as they came over.

He inhaled the smoke, blowing it in the opposite direction, "Look who it is."

Rue gave a half smile, "What's up, Fez?"

Fez tilted his head towards Priscilla, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Hello to you, too."

Priscilla didn't respond, just crossed her arms over her chest.

Fez leaned back in his chair, looking up at Rue, "There's this girl, she's new and shit. I think you're gonna be friends with her."

Rue laughed lightly, stuffing her hands In her pockets, "Who?"

"I don't know," the boy shrugged his shoulders, taking another hit, "she came through the other day looking all Sailor Moon and shit, looked like your type. How long you been back?"

"Five days," the girl answered.

"So, how you feeling?"

"Well, I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, better."

"Word? That's what's up."

"I'm just fucking with you, is Ashtray in the back?"

"You forreal?"

"What? You think just because I went to rehab, I stayed clean?" She chuckled before walking towards the back of the gas station. 

Priscilla watched her, shaking her head to herself. She had looked over, to notice Fez staring back at her with a look on his face. The girl shrugged at him, "What?"

"You gonna sit next to me or just stand the whole time?" He tilted his head to the chair next to him.

Priscilla sighed, taking the empty seat.

He continued to look at her, something he always did. "What?" Priscilla asked again, becoming irritated.

"It's just, aint that the point of rehab, to get better and shit?"

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair as Fez took one more hit of the black before putting it out.

"I don't know, high school starts next week. Maybe she just needs something to relax, I don't know."

"I would offer you something to relax, but I know you don't like that shit," Fez said before clearing his throat, "You should come by sometime."

"For what?" Priscilla scoffed.

This whole conversation annoyed her. Things were definitely different between them. Priscilla didn't mind the crush on her, the flirting, the staring or anything like that. But the kiss made things weird like she knew it would, and that made her angry.
okay
Priscilla continued to look forward, watching people walk in and out of the gas station. "You know, chill and shit."

"You haven't talked to me in almost two months, Fez," Priscilla stood up from the chair, "I doubt you just want to fucking chill."

"What, you really think I'm trying to hit you up?" Fez questioned, never receiving an answer as Rue came out of the back, stuffing something in her pockets.

"Come on, let's go."

yes my face claim is white. her ethnicity for the story is half Mexican half white but she is WHITE not a person of color theres a difference folks.