by the riverside

9teen. he's in love with the world; these feelings can be so misleading. bobby says he don't c o n s i d e r it cheating.

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"I’m wonderful. I always am. What are you apologizing for? It was my fault,” Alec casually asserted. “My fault, but who cares? It was all in the past. Let’s not think about that. I’m going to do a backward figure-8.”

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"maybe you should! you could also try a fun sport, you know? like, say—badminton, cycling, beach volleyball, swimming, skating—d'you know that dancing is considered a sport?"

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"that's fucking shitty. my methods of dealing with this stuff are probably not your style, so... why don't you report him?" he ponders it for a moment. "i could report him for you!"

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"NO, no, no! i'm not yelling at you!" alexander explained with visible amusement (per always). "my voice is like this all the time! i have a perky voice."

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"Sorry abou' that!" He laughed, guilty about his mistake but nonetheless amused. "Are you threatening to break my bones? Won't scare me! I play team sports, Lou. I lost all capacity for fear during my first game of water polo." He took one of her hands. "But I'm gonna help you anyway, because I'm a wonderful friend." He relatively slowly went back to performing figures.

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alexander laughs. “that is tragic!” he cares for each of his friends, the redhead included; but he rarely hesitates to laugh at anecdotes, even if they’re stories concerning forms of pain. “did you toss the beer in their face? you should give other bars a try, spence!”

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“Tell your teacher I don’t need help. I’m busy right now; and I’m gonna have to request that you kindly leave, kid!”

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“If you ask her, a psychologist, she’d say there’s a reason why I go around bashing her occupation.” He appeared unruffled; but there was a hint of acidity in his tone, as if conveying a message along the lines of There’s a lot that you don’t know about us, kid. "Barack Obama. John Tyler. Warren Gamaliel Harding. Lyndon Baines Johnson. James Buchanan.” He added to throw her off, “Barnes.”

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“Yep!” He paid for a ticket. Although he didn’t mind her taking his hand at all, he let go so he could jump to the ice-skating part. “You said you were just kiddin’ about having never done this before, right?!” He rushed to the rink after putting his skates on. With exuberant noises of enjoyment, the athletic young man gracefully performed figures on the ice.

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"Good! Psychology is stupid. Who cares why my neighbor is obsessed with Lara Croft? Who cares why one's adolescent child is always on her Wii? Who cares why I never wear certain shades of orange? The answer to the last question, by the way, is that certain shades of orange are terrible. But ask the closest therapist and they'll probably tell you it's because I have deep-seated problems rooted in traffic cones. People are the way they are; who cares." He continued. "I am kidding about Fifth Harmony, though. If it relieves you, I'm quite knowledgeable about pop culture."

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"It really isn't difficult, kiddo; but, like I said, I don't wanna think about any Math for the rest of the day! If you had paid attention to what I was saying earlier...!"

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"I wasn't blaming you!" he answered sincerely, then joked: "Y'all have gotta stop putting words in people's mouths—only I can do that! "Me, not wear anything under pastor's clothes? I'm wearing underwear, of course. Do you want me to skate near-nude or somethin', Lou?" He was pretending to be appalled by the idea's wantonness, but there was a clear undercurrent of flirtation. One could almost hear a playful wink in his voice. He quickly changed into skating clothes and joined her outside. "Let's go." As he walked, he offhandedly queried, "Have you gone ice-skating before, by the way?"

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"A gun the size of your upper body?" echoes Alexander. He's discernibly more thrilled and impressed than, as he perhaps should be, sympathetic. "Whoa! What did you do back in the day? I didn't mean to come off as though I was trying to 'roast' you, sir. I was being friendly." (Believe it or not.)

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“Admit it? Sure. I like spending time with you.”

Alec turned around briefly with a smirk. “Of course I am. I told you: I can do anythi—”

The impulsive young adult nearly crashed his car into a different one. Flippantly, he giggled and corrected himself, “Well, I can’t not almost get into a car accident if I glimpse at the person I’m speaking with instead of keeping my eyes on the road; but that’s among the rare exceptions! We’re here.” He unfastened his seatbelt. “You get out first, Lou." He admitted, "I actually haven't got proper clothes underneath my clerical attire. I'll change in the backseat. No looking, hey."

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"Well, what are you waiting for? There’s a vending machine full of Capri Suns right around the corner!” Alec quips, standing up. “Seriously, though. You know I get a real kick out of tricking security guards into letting me in bars and bartenders into serving me alcohol, but I don’t want alcohol right now.” Maybe he’s worried his friend may be taken advantage of by some older creep if they both find themselves with liquor-impaired judgment, but it’s not his instinct to articulate such things. Instead, he puts on a devious smile and propounds, “I have some friends who’d let us in this high-end restaurant. Lots of wealthy gentlemen patrons.... Bet there’s loads of delicious stuff in there.” Remembering his own disinclination to wait for answers, he starts to walk and gestures for Ariel to follow. “My treat! Come on!”