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Mistakes and Dates || Vivienne and Jeremy

Vivienne eyed Jeremy carefully as he spoke. She took in the way he spoke and picked up on the way his heart blipped, almost taken off guard until she remembered her heightened senses. He was lying, or at least he wasn’t telling the whole truth. There was something else that he wasn’t sharing, but Vivienne knew this was the closest to a confession she’d get. Instead of defending herself, telling him why he was so obviously wrong, she simply nodded with a bit lip as she opened the menu to take a look. As she read, she couldn’t help but take quick glances at him and wonder just what it was to make him so bitter.

"Well. I obviously think you’re wrong." But he had a point. Not like she’d let him know. "Although I haven’t gotten to giving up just yet. Takes dedication, you know." She remarked with a click of her tongue. She looked up at their waiter as he arrived and gave him a polite smile. "I’ll have a club sandwich and coke." She ordered, handing her menu back to the waiter. She looked at Jeremy and waited for him to place his order before she decided to pose her next question.

"So tell me about yourself. What are your ambitions? Do you like long walks on the beach and romance novels like me?" Vivienne joked with a smirk as she took a sip of the water they were given beforehand. "Do you kiss on the first date or do you prefer to wait?" She chuckled then scolded herself again. She shouldn’t be flirting. But it was nice to not feel so dreadful all the time, maybe she would continue-if the time was right.

Jeremy snorted at the remark and gave a small shake of his head. She was actually funny! He thought to himself as his eyes lingered on her face a few moments too long. It felt nice to be able to relate and understand the bitter, dark and witty sense of humour she had. But most of all, it was the sad touch inside of her doe-like eyes that intrigued him. Lulled him into her, even. "I don't have much of that. I'm pretty sure that passion is a big part of being dedicated, and it's been a long while since I've felt that emotion." Smiling crookedly at her, the waiter asking his order was a mere annoyance in they're conversation. Jeremy waved him off without even a glance and mumbled that he wanted the same, his eyes on her the entire time. His gaze was searching and curious as he held her eyes, as if he was trying to solve and unsolvable probably. She was frustrating.

His gaze finally broke from hers when he decided to take in the atmosphere around him. None of the mutants were in the restaurant which made Jeremy feel a bit more comfortable in his own skin. There were only a few mutants that Jeremy could really tolerate enough to get to know and the rest meant nothing to him. He didn't really like being around others much, period, if he really thought about it. So, all in all, Jeremy was in luck with just being with Vivienne. At least she intrigued him when she made it clear she hated him.

Looking back at her once she spoke, Jeremy smirked and leaned back in his seat, his arms outstretched by his sides. He tapped his chin in thought at her questions and responded after a few moments. "I'm more of a forest and soft core erotica kind of guy, to be honest." His tone was playful and his smirk was cheeky and childish as he continued. "As for ambitions? Absolutely nothing. Never had one, probably never will. You'll realize those don't really exist much here any more," As he said it, a small part of Jeremy felt sorrowful pity at the thought of the day Vivienne would realize it. Sympathy wasn't something he was really used to. "And, as for your last question..." Slowly he leaned forward so he was leaning across the table, smiling crookedly with alight eyes, excited at her flirtatious behaviour as he whispered. "Depends on what you prefer, baby."

Mistakes and Dates || Vivienne and Jeremy

The remark made her roll her eyes yet she allowed herself a smile at him as she tilted her head. “I would’ve gotten voted funniest if I hadn’t been kidnapped.” She retorted with an impish tone. She looked down at her shoes before looking back up to see his faint smirk, feeling herself smile once again. She didn’t know why their playfulness made her smile but how could she stay angry at that face? He looked like a puppy, right down to the curls and puppy eyes.

The thought made her chuckles slightly. As they walked in silence she noticed they were in a more secluded area on the beach. Inhaling the salty sea air mixed with the food from the diner made her think of home. And the thought made her sad all over again. When Vivienne wasn’t being bitter or sarcastic, she was sad. She remembered awhile ago when her Dad would take her to a familiar diner with her aunt. They’d be laughing and he’d be telling lame jokes that’d make her giggle. And now she was here with someone she hated.

Was it here just to spite her? She couldn’t tell. With a nod, she pursed her lips together at his bitterness. “You said you used to be rebel.” She started, teetering around the subject. “What made you change?” She asked softly, her lip entrapping between her teeth. She didn’t know why she was asking, why she thought Jeremy would tell her. But as she walked to the diner she couldn’t help but think that it was worth a try.

The glimpse of her quick smile that Jeremy caught helped his spirits and gave him reassurance that this might not be a total disaster after all. Hell, Jeremy would have never thought that he would live long enough to make it to the diner. Though he would never admit it to her, Vivienne had some sort of unsettling effect on Jeremy. To say the very least, he felt vulnerable. The fact that his powers, which had never failed him yet, were utterly useless around the hunter made some part of Jeremy wary of her. But in some fucked up way that Jeremy couldn't seem to identify yet, the feeling of unease mixed with some sick feeling of adrenaline when he was around her. And it seemed as if Jeremy was beginning to become a junkie.

As they finally reached the diner, Vivienne had asked Jeremy the question that always seemed to catch him off guard. He knew what he did was the safe and smart thing to do, and he would stand by it no matter what. But a small part deep down inside of Jeremy's bitter heart felt a pang of guilt whenever he thought about it. About why he left.

He wasn't about to let her know that.

"Fighting a battle already lost is moronic," he said simply as they walked inside the old diner. The smell of burgers and fries and milkshakes filled Jeremy's nose and he inhaled it in with a deep sigh. He looked around at all the humans sitting and eating, utterly oblivious to the fact that not too far away was somewhere impossible like the institute. Jeremy liked sitting with all the normal people, because for an hour he felt like he was normal too. It was comforting. "We wouldn't be accepted or function properly in the normal world. Especially us artificials," He spoke the truth as he snapped out of his reverie and sat down near the back of the diner across from her. The moment he accepted that freedom just wasn't an option was the moment his life at the institute became a whole lot easier. "Once you figure that out, this place becomes not so bad."

Mistakes and Dates || Vivienne and Jeremy

Vivienne picked up on the slight slip up of his demeanor, it was instinct to pick up on such things. However, she hoped he wouldn’t realize that she was taking hasty glances at him. Her expression wore her permanent scowl however she would’ve smiled at him if it wasn’t well, Jeremy. Not that she’d tell him of course. Pursing her lips together, Vivienne followed Jeremy off the pier, blushing as she gave him a once over. Stop that. That’s degrading. She scolded and shook her head to get rid of the thought.

His smirk irritated her. He irritated her. Yet she still went with him. When the smirk disappeared, Vivienne held up her chin in triumph, glad to bring his smugness down. Clicking her tongue, Vivienne stayed silent as she walked only to scoff at his joke. “You know what I meant. And you aren’t funny.” She nudged his ribcage lightly with a faint smirk. Two could play at being smug. She looked down as she walked however she kept her guard up and tried to not to focus on how nervous she actually was.

She kept silent as they walked, stealing glances every few seconds. She couldn’t help but think he was handsome. The curls and piercing eyes, she hadn’t seen it work on anyone else before. You’re doing that again. Biting her lip, she straightened up. She couldn’t let her mind wander again, that was wrong. Tugging at a strand of her hair, she glanced at Jeremy. “So. Were you made of born?” She asked. She had always been curious about the other mutants, it couldn’t hurt to start with Jeremy.

When Vivienne scoffed instead of laughed at the attempted joke, a small part of Jeremy was saddened. He did not understand why a piece of him was let down, but he was let down nonetheless. Yet he was quick to not show any disappointment in his stony exterior this time and merely snorted in response at her nudge. "And you're Will Ferrell, I'm guessing?" he asked the question with mirth in his tone as he noticed her full lips curve into a smirk. His lips twitched into one as well, the fact that she was somewhat playful making him ease a bit.

They soon approached the small diner near the beach in a silence that was surprisingly not the least bit uncomfortable. Usually to avoid moments like this, Jeremy would use his sharp tongue or over flirt so the void was filled with... Something. But with Vivienne--maybe due to the fact that they hated eachother, especially when they spoke-- it somehow made thins not awkward. And the truth was, Jeremy never enjoyed a moment more.

He blinked as he heard her voice from beside him and looked at her. Raising an eyebrow, Jeremy tilted his head to one side and gave her a look. "Well, I'm pretty sure you kind of have to make the baby in order for it to be born, so...." He faltered with a crooked smirk before shrugging and stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. Jeremy looked at her again, this time his face wiped of emotion and his voice merely flat. "Artificial. Yeah, I've been here a while." Jeremy couldn't help to sound bitter as he spoke. Hell, when he wasn't being a total ass, bitter was the best way to describe him.

Mistakes and Dates || Vivienne and Jeremy

Vivienne felt her cheeks flush and cursed herself in her head as she had seen him. Their interactions were never pleasant and she was certain she hated him with everything. But why hadn’t she made him her prey yet? It would’ve been easy and simple and whatever punishment she’d endure would’ve been worth it. But she couldn’t do that, not yet. She was still curious about him. She had heard of rebels turning loyals for good but something about Jeremy made her more intrigued. Of course, she wouldn’t say that aloud or to herself but it was worth wondering.

With a huff, she shook her head and narrowed her eyes at that damned smirk. “No. I just do everything quickly.” True. But maybe she was a little excited. Again, she wouldn’t admit it. Biting at the end of her thumb, she looked at the other mutant expectantly and kept her eyes on him, “Well. I’m hungry. And the food in Hell sucks.” She gestured to the Institute then back at him. “So lead the way.” She snapped, letting out a huff.

She knew he’d be rude and obscene again, he’d make her flustered and angry. Hell, she was wondering why she didn’t leave right now. “One dick comment and I will take my food and leave.” She threatened, raising a finger at him to poke his neck. With an impish smile, she beckoned her head forward and bit her lip. “Let’s go.”

No matter how crazy this girl could drive him or how angry he could get at her, he couldn't lie and say she wasn't a looker. He swallowed as he came to face her and mentally cursed himself for his moment of weakness. But it wasn't fair that she was angelic looking, with her big brown doe eyes and perfect features. It made him angry to think about how great of a hunter she must be, and how those looks could really help kill her victims. Jeremy always felt a bit victimized by them, but he would never admit it. Ever.

The smirk never left his face because he knew just how much it infuriated her when he was smug. "Whatever you say." As she looked at him expectantly, his smirk disappeared and he now felt defensive. His arms folded across his chest and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her right back for a challenging moment before grunting and walking forward, nudging her to walk with him.

As Jeremy listened to her threat, a snort followed by a small chuckle bubbled out of him, praying that she didn't notice that multiple shudders that racked his body at her touch. "Okay, I guess I'll lay off the jokes about male genitalia. No dick comments. Promise." Jeremy smiled crookedly at his own lame joke as he looked down at her, wiggling his brows. He wanted to hear her laugh again. To make sure it wasn't his imagination before.

Mistakes and Dates || Vivienne and Jeremy

Why.

It was the question that she kept wondering as she got ready. Why was she getting ready to have dinner with someone she could not stand? Vivienne shook her head and pushed off the thought, instead she focussed on her hairbrush and taming the dark hair. This was stupid. There was no reason for her to even bother getting ready. She didn’t have time to both with such petty reservations but what could she do? Either she trained or hunted and Vivienne was a teenager after all. She was allowed to do other things, right?

With a grumble, Vivienne tugged at the hem of her white tanktop and slipped on her shoes, heading out of the mutant dorms. She walked out of the Institute until she was by the pier, waiting for Jeremy. Why did she agree anyways, he irritated her. He reminded her of the assholes back at school only worse. And why the hell did his power not work on her? What, was she special? Vivienne had grown so immersed in her thoughts she didn’t realize someone had also joined her on the pier until she turned around to find him. “You’re late.” She scoffed, raising an eyebrow. He really wasn’t, but she might as well have fun making him think so.