She isn’t quite sure what drew her to Aubrey McCarthy. Maybe it was his smile, or the way his eyes twinkled in the light from the classroom window, but he just sort of…creeped up on her. It’s not to say that she didn’t like that fact, she just hadn’t expected it. An itch that just couldn’t be scratched, if you will.
Cadence had always been one to break her stereotype. The quiet nerdy and socially awkward cello player was not her mold: Sure, she adored her instrument, but she was sarcastic, extroverted, and pretty damn awesome (though she was kind of awkward at times. It’s a curse, she swears).
Regardless, her and Aubrey weren’t really the people who would normally hang out. But they fulfilled the ‘meeting during a project’ cliche, so it shouldn’t really be a surprise. They had more in common than they thought, and she still isn’t quite sure who kissed who, but one second they were talking about Romeo and Juliet, the next, there are hands and hair is being pulled, and she’s thanking God that her siblings are all in sports and her parents are sill working because it would have been humiliating if one of them had come home and found the pair fucking on her kitchen counter.
So that had happened. And it kept on happening. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew that they weren’t in a relationship, but what they had was…amazing. She would be totally lying if she said she didn’t miss it, but it was either get out or actually kind of sort of…fall for him. And it helped, sort of. It was…easier without the sex. Not as…intimate. So her ending their ‘arrangement’ was a good thing. Or that’s what she kept telling herself, anyways.
She takes a sip from her milkshake.
“How about I get a burger, you get pancakes, and we just split them both?”
“And this is why you’re the smart one.” The blonde winks, taking the milkshake away from the girl and taking a sip in attempt to just bother her a bit. It used to be a sort of little game for the two; Breezy was always doing little things in attempt to annoy Cadence, and she’d have to ‘do something about it’.
but that ordeal had ended long before. He wishes it didn’t, he really does, but it’s not like he could have done anything if she really didn’t want him like she used to. This past week though had been one that definitely brought everything back together, especially since it was dedicated to a mutual love: Music. She was beyond talented in the subject, Aubrey was more of an tone-deaf fan boy. It fit pretty well, actually; a lot of their past evenings or afternoons spent together that didn’t involve sex included her playing and him admiring, or even sometimes just Aubrey rambling on the importance of small shows and Brand New. Which, by the way, he had seen from the first time just days prior. Was it everything he dreamed of and more? Abso-fucking-lutely.
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