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You live with two other people? Uhhh let me guess it’s either parents or really good friends. Probably the latter but aaanyway.
A small smile in her direction, he’s not coming off as creepy is he? Wait fuck he could also be seen as trying to charm her but then again if he was chastity would probably take control and try and slap a literal chastity belt on his crotch.
That’s actually real nice and thoughtful of you. They’ll probably be really happy at that gesture…Uh is it alright if I get your name? Sorry I seem like a huge creeper don’t I?
Boyfriends, actually.
( subtle emphasis drawn to the plural, as though the extra letter makes her extra taken. heather's not here to watch one who stinks of the high heavens trip over his blushing words, but-- she knows how these conversations usually end. this empty harmless talk is almost refreshing in comparison, even if it stands on foundations as sturdy as spun sugar. )
I'm Heather. And you're not being creepy, don't worry. I've- uh, I've met creepier, you know?
My... half-sister, for instance. She's like, the creepiest person to ever walk God's green earth. Wanna fry?
Okay so question for the lovely lady. You seem to have bought a lot of fast food, I mean like..A lot. Do you have a bottomless stomach orr do you happen to have friends that like this kinda stuff?
( ...did he just call me pretty? holy shit. )
...Yeah, uh. I'm buying for three right now.
( god, heather barely remembers what small-talk feels like; and knowing what she does, feeling the roiling hate in her gut that wants so badly to make itself known, it makes her words flatter. harder. less welcoming than they could be, but she doesn't know how to make herself sound right, so she just lets it happen. )
It's like. A Christmas treat, we haven't splurged on a ton of fast food in a really long time, so... yeah.
┉┉ ◣♥◥ ❝ Oh, sorry! The store’s just closing up for the evening, but—um, if you’re really urgently in need, I can help—quickly, though. ❞
No, uh-- I mean, I was just- I was--
...Shoes! I was just, looking for the shoes, is it really closing time already? Wow, totally lost track of time, I should- I should go.
( there is some small part of heather, even now, that cannot get used to the proximity alarm of the virtuous: the hate-itch, the brine taste. adelaide has become such a fixture in aaron's life that she's become one in heather's too, but every time, this is how it starts: the tense and vacant stare, white knuckles and that little voice that always always whispers. aaron's got a friend who's a girl; he'll probably dump you for her any day now.
heather doesn't want to think that way. she doesn't want to be that monster. but still, the thoughts are there: all that can be done about them is to pretend they don't exist at all, find her smile and bring adelaide in for a hug that feels less hellishly--ha!--awkward with every repetition. )
Hey! I'm really- I'm glad you came. I mean- it's nice of you to come over just to help with my hair.
I made like, ten gallons of pasta salad, so I hope you're hungry?
So I mean- I know this is probably, um. This is probably stupid, considering. But I just- I just wanted to ask you something?
...Let's go on a real date. All three of us.
“I was frightened of every little thing that I thought was out to get me down; to trip me up and laugh at me…”