like i need a clone

JAIME YEUN. 20.

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( agent-jardine. )

He continued to write, as if he was indifferent to the story that the kid spun. Yet, upon finishing a paragraph of notes, he looked up and offered an apologetic expression to the kid.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that. I suppose there’s not a lot of tolerance in a town like this—aah…” he waved his hand to dismiss the notion. “Forget I said anything—I’m sorry.”

Taking a deep breath, he didn’t expect the subject of the interview to get so morbid in such a swift change of pace. He could emphasize, absolutely. Memories of cruel teasing and loneliness were abundant during his school days—he could never be grateful enough that he wasn’t in high school anymore.

“You’ll get through it. There’s better things out there—more understanding people,” he said, setting the pad of paper away. “Let’s see… I had a few more questions about the high school… if you wouldn’t mind?”  

They didn’t know why they said that—it was what Jaime tried to distance themself from, every time they went to visit their mom ( and step-dad ) but it wasn’t like they could just forget about it. It was bullshit, and Jaime’s cheeks reddened as the agent apologized.

“N— Don’t do that, you don’t have to apologize. That was my bad, I fucked up.” They brought their hand to their mouth at the cuss but didn’t mention it. People said things like that all time while they were on edge and, technically, Jaime was. Hopefully he wouldn’t write that in the notebook and they had the same guilty feeling in the pit of their stomach saying the cuss around him as they would with their grandma.

“Yeah. I’ll move to Atlanta in a few years or something like that. They’ve got a really good art school there, my guidance counselor used to talk about it a lot.” Jaime talked more when the notebook was set on the other side of the table, less edgy when it wasn’t there. “Shoot, I’m good now.”

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text → melinda ✿

melinda: I'll cross my fingers either way for you

melinda: I'm thinking about doing a quick project over break and was wondering if you'd want to be a part of it? And your paintings?

jaime: thx anyway, i probably need the fingers crossed

jaime: my hypothetical paintings, right? np, tho. i can be a part of it for sure

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( aidenriles. )

Oh–well, that’s a little problematic. Maybe the food’ll be a point of entry.

Chili fries then. I’ll use them to befriend the locals and convert them into hosting Taco Tuesday.

Problematic? — Right, sure it is. It would be if some of them weren’t convinced I spit in their food but they say that about everyone, so.

You’re another reporter, right? Do you know Agent Jardine?

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( rosiewhittacre. )

“It’s been a while. What’re ya’ doing here?”

“Had to grab my Zoloft and a pack of Twizzlers.”

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( djcognito. )

DJ propped her feet up on the table, eyes glued to her phone. She raised her head at the sound of their voice and detached her earbuds. “Jaime! Hey!” the pronunciation was purposely off, due to her lack of respect for the arbituarly unused vowels: she just pronounced it “Jayme”. They went to school together and if you don’t make it out immediately, you’re bound to run into the other more than once at the grocery store. Friendships (or acquaintanceships?) like so are destined.

“Gonna drop my new mixtape–wanna hear?” It was a running joke thanks to DJ’s fortunate name, but knowing her, she might as well be serious.

Far too used to being semi-polite, Jaime muttered a “fuck off” as D.J. slipped into the chair opposite them. Hopefully she didn’t hear it but they didn’t care if she did: D.J. had said worse to them. If anyone asked them, anyway, and that was just because she grated on their nerves. “Don’t you have anything better to do than piss me off? Maybe burn the mixtape CDs you made in the motel lobby—bet you’d be a lot more entertained, too.”

They ignored her, best as they could, going back to the sketches on the table. Those were starting not to make sense, smudged from their hands running over them more than once, waiting for her to say something else. Blast her mixtape.

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( yasminnarvaez. )

“Oh? Is there?” she spun on her heel, only to find a person sat down at the very same second. She uttered a “darn” and turned back to face the younger man with a sigh. “I’m just grading papers–in need of fresh air, ya know? I can sit on the opposite end if you’d like. These tables are pretty big. I promise I won’t disturb you.”

“ —– Usually, at least.” Jaime tacked on, more than a few seconds late, leaning back into their chair. They remembered her from the high school ( even before she said it ), one of the teachers who presented themselves as an ally. There was a gross total of one them at Laurel High—seemed more like a myth. “It’s Mrs. Narvaez, right? I graduated last year,” their knuckles gripped at the edge of the table, white as they re-introduced themself, “I’m Jaime.”

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( aidenriles. )

Exotic? I hadn’t ever considered tacos to be all that foreign, but I’ll take it.

What are the chances the combination of the two will give me a stomach ache?

This is Iowa. I can’t serve some old ladies here without them saying that ‘these goddamn orientals are goin’ to ruin the country.’ Seriously.

They don’t come recommended as a paired deal, that’s for sure.

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( abelxbelial. )

“Sorry,” he said before explaining himself. “I work at a bar that’s the only kind of stare I usually get.” it was the worst part of working at the bar and it would have been much worse if he wasn’t used to it. “Oh that’s not necessary,” a half joke, he was bored out of his mind and could use some conversation that didn’t include cars or alcohol and his jobs weren’t really helping with that. Abel didn’t particularly like mechanics as in actually didn’t care about cars but had to learn so he could make easy money. “Sounds possible,” he said as he opened the car up, let out a quick sound of frustration and chuckled. “have filled your water tank at all recently?

“Do you get called pretty boy with a sneer, too?” Jaime didn’t step foot in bars, couldn’t—the old man who ran Gravel outright denied them an interview, didn’t even look at the resume they printed out during school. It’s not like they didn’t know why but they were still a little bitter about it; it would’ve been so much better than working at Sunshine, even with the sneers from the drunk men who sat at the bar everyday of the week. “Sure, man. You never know, though,” and Jaime didn’t add that getting with someone from Laurel might boost his approval rating. The townspeople were fickle. “Probably not. Cars aren’t my thing.”

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( aidenriles. )

So out of everything on the menu, what’s your absolute favorite?

“I’m required to say it’s everything. —– You know, since I work here. Recommendations are the chili fries and taco salad, ‘specially if you’re going for exotic.”

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text → melinda ✿

melinda: Just triple-checked and that's something I can do! Hope you have a good time with your mom

melinda: Actually, may I ask for a favor?

jaime: doubting that but thx for the vote of confidence

jaime: sure? shoot

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sure as the setting sun you can’t trust just anyone

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text → melinda ✿

jaime: mind trading shifts with me on sunday? my mom's visiting

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( nurse-dae. )

Dae inspected the individual in front of window. They didnt seem too threatening-nor were they carrying anything suspicious. He believed that the other might actually have a hard time with the grandma in question. He never saw this kid but Dae is assuming the nurse who usually took the desk job did.  Dae sighed and finally met the others eyes.

“Fine you can stay here but no funny business or you’ll be the one needing meds kid.”

Jesus. They knew working at places like Walmart made you want to kill yourself but they’d never got a reaction like that from someone who worked there. Not to their face, at least. “Just, like—you’re going to have to talk to her, too. You’ve got to make it believable, you know?” This was a deal Jaime had with one of the other nurses who worked there, on the off days that they’d come in. “I’m fine, alright? I don’t need anything like that.” Jaime wasn’t being very convincing but it hadn’t been a problem before.

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( abelxbelial. )

“Spacing out is fine, not predatory,” and I have been here for a month he’d wanted to answer, sure it wasn’t that long but he wasn’t new. Either way it wasn’t like many people around Laurel would understand, most of them didn’t understand what being new felt like to begin with…and whatever, it was kind of his fault for choosing such a small town. “You won’t have to share then,” he answered, smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. He didn’t even know what snapchat was though. Abel looked at the car briefly, not seemingly paying much attention and shrugged. Well, for starters it’s shitty, he thought and he probably would have said it in other circumstances. “Are you having trouble with the engine?” Maybe Abel wasn’t the best mechanic, but the fact that the Kings trusted him had to mean something.

“How did staring go from being rude to being predatory?” Jaime had seen the guy around before but didn’t know him like any of the new imports to the town—he wasn’t an FBI agent, hadn’t hopped in their shower. And Laurel had imports before, kids from a few counties over that ran away from home, mostly. They never stayed long, not nearly as long as everybody who’d been camping out there since the murder. Not nearly as long as this guy, who already seemed to blend as well with everything else there unless you asked the natives. “Yeah, true. I don’t know anyone who’s into mechanics, anyway.” They said it as a joke, vibing with the other’s smirk. “Uh, I have no idea. It’s, like, I thought it was stalling ‘cause it’s getting colder out.”

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Jaime clicked the pen in their hand—cap chewed from use, one they’d had for a while—bored out of their mind more than anything. They, surprisingly, weren’t slumped in one of the corner booths at Sunshine Diner: instead slumped at one of the tables at Laurel’s library, sketches on the table and on the floor around them.

“Watcha need? I think there’s another table ‘round the corner,” Jaime pointed to it, knowing they snagged the last open table. They just didn’t want anyone to sit with them.

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( elizabethxreed. )

Once they were out of earshot of the woman, Elizabeth hissed, “Jesus, Jaime! Don’t grab my arm like that again.” Smoothing down her hair, she scowled at her coworker. She’d been working there for four years - she wasn’t new. But she supposed that made a good enough excuse for her less-than-polite behavior. “I never said she was trespassing, Jaime. And, anyway, she would have been loitering. There’s a difference.” And she wasn’t sure that water exactly counted, it being free, but at least Jaime had gotten the woman to look at the menu.

“Yeah, you’re not bothering anyone. Probably because you’ve been taking several breaks a day. Not that I blame you - this place is a ghost town.”

“Sorry,” they trailed off, making themself sound as genuine as they could muster. Truthfully, Jaime thought it was better than pulling her by linking their elbows and it had happened to them before. There was probably some work regulation prohibiting it but no one was ever called out on it—as long as business wasn’t suffering anymore than it usually was, it didn’t matter. “Do you know, like, the golden rule of customer service? The customer’s always right, and you should’ve probably went up to her before the half an’ hour mark if she didn’t look at her menu.”

They leaned against a booth’s seat, wishing they could get this over with so they could go back to their break. ( And Jaime knew the type of ladies who went into the diner, okay with them serving if only because they knew their grandma. They wouldn’t be surprised if any of them asked how she was doing. ) “Great. You should do your job better so I can get back to that. Any objections, Eli?”

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( nurse-dae. )

Dae pinched his temples from behind his desk as he heard slam the door behind them. He knows the office allows walk-ins but even that gave him a headache. Ideally Dae would tell the patient–or patients off for slamming a door that hard but it was against the rules to do so. Slowly sliding the window open he forced a smile on his face.

“How can I help you today, door slammer?” He asked fake sweetness etching his voice hoping the other would take a hint.

Jaime was told enough times in high school that their grandma was worried for them, that it lost its touch by now. They thought it would have subsided: the things she worried about weren’t the things Jaime did, but every time their grandma was in one those moods, they were dragged into Walmart. Grandma was off to do the shopping while Jaime was stuck in the walk-in clinic.

They felt like a little kid every time they were, and the door slam was included in that. Usually the people working there were nice enough about it—apparently, not today. “Um, can you get my grandma off my back? She’s sure I need, like, meds or something,” they leaned against the counter, biting their lips. “But she’ll stop bothering me if I just stay in here, you know?”