"Okay, now I’m here. But I’m cold."
"Worth it."
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@luis-adell
"Okay, now I’m here. But I’m cold."
"Worth it."
"That’s — one way of putting it."
"Do you disagree?"
"You seem pretty lighthearted about it all."
"I try and stay optimistic. Nobody likes a buzzkill."
"You’re also forgetting the wild animal attacks, and Ms. Wallis’ late night streaking through the park."
"Ah, but that's harder to pack into a punchy statement. Plus, I kinda look forward to Ms. Wallis' streaking. Brightens my day."
"You never have too much finger to chopstick."
"Easy for you to say, you have little lady fingers. Mine are all big and manly. Like shovels."
I am so pumped for this Halloween thing. It's about time we got some excitement around here. Of the "no risk of death by vine" variety, I mean.
"So I got a damn hair cut. That all you wanted ‘ta tell me?"
"Just that you look very pretty."
"Why do they even make you pay to graduate? Like four years wasn’t enough? Now you want me to be broke before I even get to college?" He grumbled to himself, a little louder than he had meant to, as he leafed through the papers provided by his school.
"That's the education system for ya, man. It's fucked up. It's all about squeezing you dry." Luis responded, craning over Jason's shoulder to glance at the papers the other boy was rifling through.
"Can I help you?"
"I don't know. Can you?"
The world paused for a second, though it was long enough to be an eternity, when Thomas saw out of the corner of his eye the shape of a figure he would know even in death. Luis had always looked the same to him, even as he grew and changed, he had looked the same to Thomas from the day he was born and there was nothing that could change that. Thomas took his time walking toward the door, though his expression almost matched his brother’s in that moment when they began to face each other, as Thomas began to wonder if he was here for their last conversation or another reason, though he had begun to believe that Luis would rather go to Talia or Nathan for an emergency.
He only unlocked the door for the man before walking back into the room. “What are you here for?”
Luis continued to knock right up until the moment Thomas unlocked the door. He knew he had already caught the older Adell's attention, and the action was more to annoy him than anything, something he would silently chide himself for later on, but gave him a smug sense of satisfaction. There was a moment, a brief moment, when each brother stood on the other side of the door, separated only by a thin layer of glass, the closest they had stood to each other in years, when Luis got to look up into Thomas' face. It wasn't much different than what he remembered, a little more mature perhaps, but at the same time, it was completely foreign. Thomas was a stranger, a brother, and a father figure, and it was strange for Luis.
Rolling his eyes at the question, Luis reached for a sarcastic response, half a beat longer than usual. "I was thinking we could have a slumber party tonight. Watch Mean Girls and braid each others hair." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Car trouble. Heard you can fix it."
Once her heartbeat had slowed again after the brief fright, Rose shifted so that she was turned more towards him and lifted her feet from the water, looking up at the boy’s face. He had a familiar set of features, but she wasn’t sure where she knew him from. At least he was smiling, not scowling, unlike like most of the town’s residents. “I think that’s why most burglars do their burglarizing when no one’s home,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “But I guess I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here. It’s been surprisingly quiet lately.” She drew her knees up and began brushing water droplets from her feet so that she could eventually slip them back into her shoes, which had been placed on the dock beside her.
"See? I don't have the mind of a criminial. That thought didn't even cross my mind." Luis kept the easy grin on his face, not asking before taking a seat next to the blonde. "You, on the other hand, clearly do. Should I be worried?" he joked. He placed his hands behind him and leant back on them, looking out on the water for a moment, before turning back to the girl. "Name's Luis. Luis Adell."
Melrose was alone at the Bay, sitting on the edge of the dock with her toes in the crystal water and her hair softly fluttering back with the breeze. She had told her mother that she was going to be studying at the library, but instead, she took a detour to find some peace and quiet— an act of defiance that had become quite rare lately for the blonde. Just as she leaned back on her palms, she heard a set of footsteps behind her and jumped, startled. “Oh,” she said when she turned around. “You, uh, you scared me. Do you frequently sneak up on people?”
It was rare, but sometimes, Luis liked to go for a solitary walk. It usually happened when there was a lack of anything to do. He was a sociable creature, and without company, became restless, and taking a walk was a good way of getting out the excess of pent-up energy. Hollowshire was a good place for this, with plenty to explore, despite it's size. However, the Bay was his favourite. It was a bonus that today, there was another person there. A girl. A friendly smile on his face, Luis approached. "If I was sneaking, I'm not very good at it," he pointed out. "I'd make a crappy burglar. You'd hear me coming from a mile off."
He hadn’t even turned over the open sign yet that morning when someone began rapping at the glass door. "Yes, I heard you, but I’ll have to get to you in a moment," Thomas called from the back of his garage, "I could hear you from the other side of this town," he continued under his breath as he turned.
It had not been Luis' morning. Having attempted to drive to the grocery store to stock his fridge with beer and pizza, he hadn't even gotten to the end of his street when he had driven his car straight into a low-growing vine that had crept over the road over night. His bad luck was heightened when he realised that the only person in town who could fix the damage was none other than his older brother. Rolling his eyes and huffing in impatience, he increased the speed of which he was knocking, determined to get in and out as quickly as possible.
"No, no… you’re supposed to bend your ring and middle finger, and tuck the ring finger under the lower chopstick, like.. like that.”
"It's no use. I have too much finger to chopstick."
"Yeah? Well you aren’t doing anything to convince me otherwise," he interrupted Luis towards the end of his first comment, the words partly under Thomas’s breath. his own voice reflecting Luis’s without attempting to, even his expression held the same twist of his lips, the strain he tried to mask. "You think I don’t know that? And you can’t convince me that you would have answered a phone call from me." Thomas was surprised he even had his brother’s number, that Luis didn’t change it once Thomas learned what it was. "Are you going to tell me I was out of bounds trying to see what the hell happened to you, if something did?"
The comment was muttered, but Luis heard it. "I don't have anything to prove to you," he said hotly, his temper flaring. Luis didn't know what his brother's game was. Since he'd been in town, his distant relationship with his brother had become something much more complicated, and he didn't like it one little bit. His flight or fight instinct was kicking in, but there was nowhere to run, and fighting meant showing just a little bit of what he felt. "Probably not. I'd have sent you a text though. Might even have put a few x's and o's on the end." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "What did you think was going to happen? I'd be grateful for the intrusion and we'd slow-mo run into each other's arms?"
"Bit of both, I’d say. It’s how I’ve always been. But yes, definitely impressive. Maybe you could teach me."
"Maybe I could, but a magician never reveals his secrets. Not for free, anyway. Unless you have something you can teach me?"
"Well, I have to admit. You are right; I’m impressed. Last time I played with one, I just switch the stickers around. Though last time I played, I was about eight."
"I'm not sure whether that makes you a cheater or an opportunist, but the result is the same either way. Still impressive, yeah?"