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Life was funny sometimes. So much had happened in the past couple of years. The hostile takeover, already driven from town. His house burned down, already rebuilt. Despite all the activity, Alex found himself right back where he started: working a shift with Jillian. The bell over the door was the only sound when he entered the store. He walked quietly and wordlessly, only offering her a nod in greeting.
Sasha found refuge at the beach, mostly because she figured no one else would wander down to the shore given the blanket of snow that covered town. Her legs dangled off the edge of the boardwalk at the secret beach, her guitar held close to her lap, so she couldn’t lose it to the ocean. Over the melody of her strings, she didn’t hear anyone approach.
How Taeng managed to present sane enough to land a second date with Piper, well, that was between MeMe and god. (Maybe it was just because she was sexy. There was no denying that.) However it happened, tonight was Pangea’s second date, an event Taeng had worked up dreamily in her mind, an event of first kisses and more kisses, an event of sweet nothings and sweet laughter.
Instead, however, Taeng’s eyes had been glued to the ticking hand of her watch, her anguish growing with literally each passing second. Three minutes felt like a long time when you were counting each moment. When she finally spotted Piper, the tension in her features should have smoothed into a smile, but the line of her jaw remained hard, and hurt reflected dark in her eyes.
“Is this a joke to you?” Taeng asked. Her voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper. It would be a miracle if Piper even heard her in the crowded bar.
nightcalles:
Claudia felt a little twinge of self-consciousness at the clear annoyance Destiny felt at the the fact that the two of them were paired together. The ferris wheel moved backwards, taking them carefully up into the air with no hopes of either of them escaping. Not that Claudia wanted to.
“ I wanted to talk to you, ” She sounds almost sheepish, soft, so uncharacteristically Claudia, that you could almost get whiplash when she reverts to bright smile and tone mostly in jest. “ Plus, Sam totally deserved to get cut off for trying to go on with you. I wanted to go with him earlier, but lost him in my quest to find a hot pretzel. It’s basically treason he tried to hop on here with you. ”
For a second, hearing the softness in Claudia’s tone, Destiny felt bad. She didn’t hate Claudia, she didn’t carry any grudges. She just appreciate any of her friends shoving each other, or being needlessly pushy (figurative). But then Claudia started spouting nonsense from Claudia World again, which probably had the opposite effect as intended. It just brought Destiny right back down to earth.
“If you wanted to talk to me, you could have just said that. You didn’t have make up that Sam was committing treason by riding a ferris wheel with your other friend,” Destiny maintained, a subtle emphasis on the word friend, as she held Claudia’s gaze. A beat passed, and she looked out at the shrinking landscape with a sigh. Not meeting Claudia’s eye now, Destiny asked, “So what is it? What do you want to talk about?”
nightcalles:
Claudia wished she had gotten herself something too, considering at this point she was running on churro fumes, and the lack of something to do with her hands caused her to fidget at the topic of Destiny tucking her legs under her before settling in with a glance back over at Sam.
“ Oh, you know. You. Talking complete trash. How gross caramel apples are, and how Christian and Alex and I are considering kicking you out of the band. Plus that you’re in desperate need of a haircut. ” In typical invasive Claudia fashion, she reaches to ruffle his hair. “ Nothing important. ”
“Funny, Destiny told me she loved my hair and I should grow it longer,” Sam quipped back, but the challenge was half-hearted at best. It was painfully obvious to see Claudia still cared for Destiny, to someone who knew her so well at least, but he didn’t want to hear the depth or specifics. For whatever reason. So he changed the subject. “If we’re talking about haircuts, though, you could definitely use one. Maybe a buzz like Christian.”
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“ I’ve already been on all the rides I’m interested in. It’s called efficiency. ” That, and only being interested in the biggest coasters. Bianca wasn’t much of a fan of anything that didn’t require a liability waiver — including carnival games, and the greasy carnival food that probably should have included one. She couldn’t believe she was saying this, but she maybe preferred the woods. She shuddered at the thought. “ Being around too many screaming children gives me a migrane. ”
“Yeah, and so did I. You’re not special,” Christian baited Bianca, even if she was particularly special to him on this trip. He shifted in his seat, then raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you say you and me get out of here then?” Then, before she could protest, he cracked a small grin. “I’m joking, don’t lose your shit. We could get Waffle House or something.”
nightcalles:
“ Me too, ” Elodie echoed, quietly, though that should be obvious based on the fact that she’s with him and not her boyfriend — though not being with John was basically a regular occurrence at this point, which was enough to send Elodie’s stomach into knots without help of a roller coaster. Being with Christian? Sans screaming match? That was not a regular occurrence, though it knotted her stomach more nonetheless. “ I don’t know. You’re … you. You take risks. You play loud music. You deal… ” Her voice lowered to a panicked whisper, like there was a narc next to them at the fair, instead of a balding man buying popcorn for his daughter. “ Drugs. ”
Half of Christian didn’t believe the words that left Elodie’s mouth. He had to look over, gaze meeting hers, to be sure she meant what she said. “You sound like a cartoon character saying all that. And one that’s in one of the health class anti-drug videos they make you watch,” he told her, though not unkindly. His voice is disinterested more than anything, but it was probably the nicest he’d been to her the entire trip. “I’m not some bully in a high school drama, Elodie. And you buy the drugs,” he reminded her.
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The joking facade has left her, and she steps out in front of him to stop their stride. “ I know, I know, and that’s why I need your help. I need more braincells than anyone else and I have to rub together. You’re like, the perfect mix of bright enough to help me find it and not so smart I’ll get a lecture on responsibility. No offense. ” She frowns, lines etched into her forehead and lip jutted out in a pout. “ Please, Christian. Please. Mano a mano. Musician to musician. Friend to friend. Person who’s a little too high to be able to locate her wallet to person who hopefully is moderately sober, for once. ”
“You’re high as shit if you think I’m sober right now,” was all Christian said. He glanced back at Max, who he was supposed to meet at the dunk tank, and saw John taking aim at the target. In theory, Max had someone else, and Christian could leave to help Claudia without feeling guilty...but he didn’t want to. “I told Max I’d meet him. I can’t leave him hanging.”
nightcalles:
“ So you were with him? ” Elodie grimaced. She tried her hardest to be polite, but… what kind of girl shamelessly flirted with another girl’s boyfriend like that? Elodie wanted to scream at her that there was a code between women, that Sabrina was totally not following, but Elodie couldn’t, because Elodie hadn’t quite followed that same code when she kissed Sabrina while she was dating John. Oops.
So as far as Elodie was concerned, Sabrina was nothing but a wrench in her relationship with John, from multiple angles. “ If you know him so well, you could help me look. That way you can go off with Christian and John and I can actually … ” Her expression faltered a little. John had abandoned her. “ spend time with my boyfriend. ”
“Um, yeah, you said you saw us on the tilt-a-whirl?” Sabrina echoed, confusion on her face. Why would Elodie act surprised when she already knew. She brushed past that, since the conversation tread in dangerous territory and required all of her effort not to slip up. She’d done a pretty good job of hiding her crush on John so far, but there was a long trip ahead of them.
“I mean, I think everyone knows they’re friends, they’re literally in the same fraternity too... ” she tried to look at Elodie like she was an alien, eyes wide with innocence and confusion. “But okay. Maybe they’re going to smoke or something.”
nightcalles:
I don’t hate you, is the first thing that pops into her head. The second, of course, is I hate you. And there is nothing Logan resents more than the fact that it’s in that order. She always felt like she was balanced on the edge of something when she talked to Sabrina, though she certainly threw enough emotional punches that she should have been plunged over the edge of said something by now. She’s not sure what it is — because there must be something, beyond jealousy, beyond a sense of betrayal, that keeps her drawn to Sabrina’s orbit no matter how many times she hurls abuse or shame at her. And it scares her, it unnerves her, that she doesn’t know something. That she can’t place how she feels somewhere neatly, and forget about it. It’s constant: not a wave of emotion, every time she sees Sabrina, but a low buzz, always in her peripheral. She can’t shake her.
“ I regret to inform you of this, Sabrina, but there’s nothing wrong with aging, so if you’re trying to be misogynistic, ” Pot, meet kettle. “ I’m sure there’s some cream or serum you can use to fix that instead to mentally airbrushing me in your head. ”
Sabrina could never remember the difference between misogynistic and the other one, but she wasn’t too dumb to know whatever Logan had to say to her was never good. Not these days, anyway. There was a pang in her stomach, the same one there always was when Logan went in on her again, but she was getting better at ignoring it. Which was almost sadder, if she thought about it. Luckily she didn’t.
“I didn’t say anything about aging, but if you get all those wrinkles before you’re 25, everyone’s gonna know it’s just because you’re a cranky bitch now, so maybe lay off." She normally tried to bite her tongue, or walk away, but there was only so much a girl could take!
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“ Let me try? ” John asked simply, not noticing that Max had gone all awooga! heart eyes, but subtle, the second he walked up to him.
If Max’s heart rate accelerated by 100 miles per hour, what was the probability that he would pass out? Very high. But he kept playing it cool. “All yours, man,” he nodded.
nightcalles:
Logan looked over, not exactly surprised at the sympathy — it was Max, after all — but surprised he was willing to work to find a solution with her rather than just a little bit of comfort. She thinks for a second. “ My telescope likely wouldn’t work. Or, definitely wouldn’t. Too much smog and light. A planetarium would. That telescope is powerful enough. But good luck getting one of those to fit in your pocket. ”
Max chuckled at Logan’s joke. Obviously they wouldn’t have any luck fitting a planetarium telescope in their pockets. But his mind still hummed toward the solution. “Well, if we can’t bring the telescope to us, why don’t we go to the telescope?” He grinned as the answer dawned on him. “How hard could it be to get into a planetarium after hours, when there are three Night at the Museum movies?” Max had definitely spent too much time with Christian, Sam, and Claudia, because he was 100% serious.
Logan had been wandering the fair alone, mostly by choice, so she was perturbed to see a familiar figure walking by, equally as isolated — not because she didn’t want to see someone else from the group, or even spend time with them, but because that person was Sabrina. Her vendetta was wholly unnecessary, “ Shouldn’t you be making doe eyes at John to win you the biggest teddy bear? ”
“Do you really think he’d do that?” Sabrina asked, her eyes so wide it was only that much more noticeable when they fell. The light behind them dimmed, and their shape narrowed in on Logan. “Why do you care what I do? If you hate me so much, shouldn’t you just leave me alone? You’re just going to give yourself wrinkles.”
“ I don’t get why we couldn’t have done a national park, or something, ” She grumbles, tearing off a little piece of cotton candy. Only Logan Tanaka could look completely and wholly miserable while at a fair and eating pink sugar. She shoots another glare up at the sky. “ The smog. It makes it difficult to see constellations. There’s an important celestial event tonight. ”
“I mean, we did just spend what felt like two years in the woods,” Max pointed out, always matter-of-fact. He didn’t mean to annoy Logan; it was just the truth. He took a bite from his funnel cake, fork foregone and the plate up to his mouth. He chewed, listening thoughtfully to Logan’s misery. “Where would we be able to see it from the city? Could we get a telescope or something?”
“ You seem like someone who would like roller coasters, ” It’s a presumptuous thing to say, really, and one that’s baseless outside of a connection between anger or loud music and assuming he’s an adrenaline junkie. But still. It’s conversation, between two people who would really rather not be conversing, lest it turn into an argument. Again. Or again, or.. “ Or, like … at least the spinning teacups. ”
Christian didn’t know how they’d gotten stuck together, but that didn’t stop him from cursing all their friends’ names as he and Elodie walked aimlessly through the fair. “What makes you say that?” He rolled his eyes when Elodie guessed he liked roller coasters, but didn’t say as much as he could have. It was probably one of the nicest things she’d said to him on the trip, so he kept it civil. For now. “I hate roller coasters.” She didn’t need to know he liked the teacups.
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As the next ferris wheel cart pulled up to collect new passengers, Claudia saw an opportunity that was, in her mind, reasonable to seize. Of course, not many other people would offer a crumbled five dollars into the hand of the family in front of her with a mumbled ‘sorry for skipping!’ as she scrambles to hand her tickets to the ticket taker and get into the cart with Destiny… but Claudia would.
“ Looks like you’re stuck with me, Holly. ” A cheeky grin as the bar is pulled down and they’re off into the air. “ Fancy seeing you here. ”
The excited anticipation on Destiny’s face blanched into annoyance when Claudia shoved her way to the front of the line. “Hey, Sam and I were going to ride together!” she protested, but everything happened so fast, and the attendant had locked them into the seat together. Usually she managed to suffocate her feelings for Claudia into indifference, but there was no mistaking the irritation furrowed into her brows now.
“Why are you doing this?” was all Destiny asked.
Her jog up to Christian is quickened with anxiety — only half for the situation at hand. The other half is comprised of the fact that she’s sure judgement is about to occur. Well deserved judgement, but judgement nonetheless that emotionally, Claudia is not prepared for. Then again, Claudia is rarely emotionally prepared for anything.
“ Christian! My beloved, my buddy, my friend, ” She shoots him an antsy grin as she swings an arm around his shoulder. “ You wouldn’t have happened to see a wallet, right? One that has my license and my credit card and my lucky guitar pick and my one punch away from a free sub at Jimmy John’s card in it. ” A beat. “ Unrelated to the status of my wallet being lost or in my pocket, or whatever. Just a… similar wallet. ”
Christian was on his way back to the dunk tank when Claudia so rudely interrupted him. His head barely turned to acknowledge her, but the bored expression on his face turned quickly to mirth when he realized why she’d stopped him. “Just a regular wallet, that happens to look exactly like yours, and have all of your stuff in it?” he asked drily, tone bored, though the smirk on his face betrayed him. “You absolute dumbass, you’re never going to find it here.”
