ohcndrea:
‘kind of cool’ wasn’t really what drea had been going for. in truth all she’d been thinking of was away from kat, away from anyone who might tell kat they were there before they did. being kind of cool was a bonus. anything more than away from kat and not totally bug infested was a bonus. though they were still yet to see if the boat house met the second requirement on drea’s list. “ yeah, ” she agreed, nodding her head a little. trying to sound positive about it, optimistic. it was easier when she felt jay’s elbow knock into her shoulder. lips pressing into another small smile as she walked along beside him.
she turned her head to listen to him as he spoke. she almost butt in at mention of damian and kat, wanting to tell jay about the stupid gateway drug analogy kat had made earlier. but instead holding her tongue for a second, and well, kind of regretting it. “ oh, you’re joking, ” she said, mouth making a small ‘o’ shape. she was partially sorry for jay ( and herself a little bit ) but mostly very, very amused. “ that’s tragic, that’s– ” she looked ahead again, raking her brain for some other word that might summarise how she felt about that situation. but she came up blank, instead shaking her head as she conceded “ yeah, that’s really tragic, ” she repeated her previous choice of descriptor, looking back to him again. “ how much have you heard about her mission trip already? are you going on her next one with her? ” she teased, taking a few quick steps forward so she was a fraction ahead of him and turning so she could walk backwards for a second. not the smartest idea, but she wanted to see him, his face, his reaction to a stupid joke. she hadn’t seen any of those in person in ages. “ you know, you might kinda good in a mormon get up, ” she joked, “ white shirt, skinny black tie, way way too much hair gel, and a dumb little badge that says elder foster, ” she continued, her confidence quickly catching up with her. as she spoke her ankle wobbled as she stepped on a bit of particularly uneven bit of ground, causing her to pause a second to catch her balance before she fell on her ass, but laughing a little at her self too.
“I wish I was,” Jay shook his head in some kind of comedic remorse, lips upturned at the corners and eyebrows high because... well, he really wished he was. Sharing a dorm building with half the sweaty excuses for teenage boys was one thing, but sharing a bunker room with sweaty excuses and girls who prayed because the weather was only so-so that day just felt like a personal Hell to him. Jay tried not to judge, he really did. He liked giving people the benefit of the doubt, and he couldn’t really hold grudges even if he tried. But mild discomfort in his living space was something he was pretty used to by now, something he assumed Drea knew about him too by now, since both of their families seemed to live in pristine idealistic environments and well... they just didn’t quite always fit into that. Jay smiled a little at the thought. Living with Faith was probably going to be a bit like living with his mom. God, the horror at that thought. “Story of my freakin’ life, am I right?” He chuckled at Drea calling it tragic. It was funny how whenever Kat was around, Jay usually was the one copping all the blows from Drea. It was nice to have that one person to gang up on together, lovingly of course, but he didn’t mind being Drea’s punching bag either. He preferred it from anyone else, actually.
“Man, please don’t. If she gets even the slightest hint that I wanna go, I swear, she’s putting me on a flight all by herself.” He pointed at Drea as they walked, nervous that it might actually happen too, since she’d definitely already suggested it. “I don’t know how, but she’ll manage it. It’s a hard no from me.”
Jay threw his head back in laughter at the Mormon get up comment, shaking his head. “Wow, you really got a picture in your head, huh?” He joked, “It’s like you forget I’ve seen you and Kat in those weird Scandy dresses. If anyone’s rocking a traditional look, I think it’s you, D.” He teased her, right in time for Drea to lose her balance. His hand whipped out to catch her, but only knocked her forearm and twisted, grabbing air instead of anything. Grinning at her on the ground, he reached a hand out for her to grab it.
“So what do you think of this place so far? I give it a day and a half before Kat breaks out in hives or something for trying to give a rat she thinks is a possum refuge or something.”














