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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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He smiled at her. “I will try to visit. I mean I have been there before. But it has been a while. And you know what. I would love to visit with you. See Florida with someone who was once a native there.” It was cute. The ways she flushed when she mentioned going to the state together. He had wanted to say something similar, and was glad that she had thrown it out in the world first so that he could agree without seeming creepy, like men often seemed to be. And it was the problem because he liked to get attached quickly and keep on being that way. 

“Alright. Okay,” He said shrugging. She seemed uncomfortable, but he was not going to mention it either way. “That’s fine. And I might grab something later. I’m fine at the moment.” 

Maggie had to wonder if things seemed rushed to Christian? How they had met, how they were on a date even now. Did that mean they were actually dating though? She felt like such a child as these thoughts flickered across the back of her head, mixed in with several other’s that were mildly inappropriate. It wasn’t like she could all out ask him personal questions like that but at some point it would probably be brought up, right? “Are you sure?” The girl asked finally, tilting her head. The more she thought about it the more she kind of feared him getting to know her. It wasn’t easy, admitting to having a problem like the one she had, but then again more of then not she completely dismissed the problem as if it didn’t exist.

“Okay. Well.” She turned her head, looking out at the crowded pier and wondered what would come next. Maybe they should try playing a game or riding something? “Here’s another question, what do you want to do next?” Maggie asked then with a smile, turning back to him and meeting his gaze briefly before pointing her gaze towards everything around them. “You pick, I promise I won’t say no.”

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Dear person I hate,

I spent a lot of time as a child trying to figure out who I was and what that meant. Even now I still have no idea what any of this means, or if it even means anything at all, but if there’s one thing I know it’s that I don’t really hate you. I hate myself for trying to give myself someone else to hate other than the person who actually deserves that hatred. My therapist calls it deflection. That I’m trying to put off on other’s the problems I have with myself. He says that we often see the flaws in other’s that mostly remind us of ourselves and in this case it’s probably true. But I’ll keep acting like I hate you, just like you’ll keep acting like I don’t exist. And in the end. Mom. I just hope that you know that wherever you are, I hope you stay there.

- Your Daughter.

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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box;

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend

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Mermaids & Misdirection - Maggie & Kallista

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Kallista finished the last class, clapping her hands and reminding everyone that they had things to practice before the next one. “Make sure you work on the last two counts of eight, it’s a quick shift so I want everyone prepared. We’re going to work through the whole dance on Thursday.”  She turned, gathering up her things, taking a long drink from her water-bottle before heading towards the office. She turned as a redheaded girl started speaking to her, not quite understanding at first. “Um, what? I’m sorry, pickup ended three hours ago.” She didn’t understand how anyone could leave their child for three hours, but she also knew that none of the kids from the youth class were still there. Her heart started pounding as she realized one of the kids may have went home with the wrong person.

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Maggie’s brows knitted together in confusion at the blonde’s response, her hand moving to pull her phone back out of her pocket as she scrolled through the pages. Was this girl purposely being a dick or what? “Oh come on, I’m only 20 minutes late.” She spoke looking back at the blonde, her arms hanging in the air. “And it’s not like this place is exactly easy to find or anything. I’ll place another order or whatever I don’t care but my dad will kill me if I go home empty handed with excuses in tow.” He’ll think I’m lying too, she added mentally, her one hand moving nervously to the bracelet that hung from her wrist. Not that she would have minded, not having to trudge pounds of crabs and whatever the hell else her father had ordered on some heinous whim. 

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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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He liked the way that her hair flew around her face when she shook her head. “Well. They are not often slashers like you think. But I have never seen or heard of anyone running through the forest by being chased with a weapon. So you can feel safe. And you’re right. Demons don’t have little horns,” He said “I think everyone is scared of them.” 

He allowed her to adjust her grip on him, and he smiled. “My favorite season? I don’t know. I like summer. But I think I like fall the most. Just chilly enough that you can wear your sweaters and similar things, but you don’t have to worry about the snow. I have not visited Florida in many years. But visiting could be nice,” He said, though he noticed that she seemed a bit sad. “Are you hungry?” He asked to change the topic. 

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Maggie liked that he liked summer too. Not many people did because usually it was too hot, but fall was also a really good season. The way that the leaves changed up here as opposed to how they changed back in Florida varied so greatly that sometimes it made her current home seem like a completely different world. “Florida’s a lot of fun! I highly advise going if you ever get the chance. Not to be presumptuous or seem like I’m rushing thing’s but if you ever want the company I’d be happy to go with you. Maybe. One day.” She shifted, trying to hide the color that bled into her face, using the sleeve of her top to rub at a spot along her cheek in attempts to somewhat hide the color. Maggie wasn’t one of those girl’s after all, she’d made it point time and time again to not be one of those girl’s. The kind of girl that gets easily attached. Even with her good friend’s.

At the mention of food, Maggie forced a smile and shook her head. “No I ate before I came.” She lied, immediately hating herself not only for the lie, but for making it seem like she had been disinterested in the date itself. “Sorry, my dad was leaving out of town so I agreed to grab a bite with him.” Again a lie, which sounded even weirder the moment it left her mouth because the whole concept of a guy she liked and then her father, thinking of them in similar instances, was surreal because she really hadn’t done much dating back in Florida. Of course that wasn’t saying there weren’t guys but just no guys in that way. Not with the group of friend’s she had. “But if you’re hungry we can stop for a bit.” Maggie was quick to correct, blue eyes meeting his as she continued to smile.

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Mermaids & Misdirection - Maggie & Kallista

She was lost. There was no denying it as the red head rounded into another dead end street, sea gulls cawing above her; laughing. Maggie was already annoyed at the fact that her father had adamantly forced her to go pick up whatever oddball concoction of food he’d delved up this time, but even worse was how he’d brought up the quiet acknowledgement of her disease, acting as if she were still sick. She wasn’t. She was eating. Maybe not every day, or maybe it had been a few days since, but she was busy, too busy to remember when or what it had been, and that had made the older man’s face appear even older as he furrowed his brows and looked upon her with obvious disappointment. It was always the same look, his blue eyes like water rippling with emotions. Why couldn’t he understand that she wasn’t a child anymore? She was a grown woman, and for him to keep prying like that, to keep looking at her like that. It was frustrating.

Sighing with exasperation, Maggie shook her head as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and clicked on the picture of Darth Vader that she had saved under her father’s picture. It rang, once, twice and then clicked over to voicemail's making the young woman even more agitated at his incompetence to even answer his phone when he was supposed too! Most days she had to wonder how he was even able to get out of bed every day and tie his shoes, let alone always going off on random business trips out of town at a moment’s notice, leaving her to run his errands until he returned. Which was why she was now standing at the corner of there and nowhere down by the water with stupid birds flying above her and making fun of her. “Seriously, it’s not that funny.” She mumbled under her breath at the thought, looking back to her phone and pulling up her dad’s last text message. “What does that even mean? ‘Just look for the place with that mythical sea creature.’ Jesus, that could be anything, thanks a lot dad.” Lifting her gaze, she hit the lock button on her phone and tucked it into her back pocket, her head swiveling as she looked from business sign to business sign. Down by the dock’s it seemed that almost everything was relatively named after something pertaining to the water. Earlier she’d passed something about a Siren but surely that wasn’t the place?

Down on her luck, Maggie ran her hand through her hair and turned back the way she’d come from, heading back to the only place that seemed of relevance in this situation, hoping that it was some semblance of correct. As she neared it, she ducked against the wall as a crowd of young people came pouring out of the doors, almost knocking Maggie to the ground even as she tried to get out of their way, her elbow catching painfully along the bricks. People these days. Rubbing her elbow, trying to see the end of it to check for any damage, she rolled her eyes and without looking made her way through the doors. There weren’t many people just standing around and she was more worried about her elbow that she didn’t think much of it as a blonde passed her and she called out to her. “Hey do you know where the pickup is around this place? I’m in kind of a bit of a hurry so I’d like to get this over with and get out as soon as I can, and I’d rather not be standing in a line for an hour waiting.”

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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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“Yes, I agree,” He said. He made a note in his mind to never bring it up again. “So I think that we have reached an agreement that this is not that bad, and maybe we can just understand that it is not something that we need to discuss.” They walked around, but in they weren’t stopping. He wasn’t sure that he even wanted to, but he was a bit hungry. He might try to stop them to get food, but that would probably mean letting go of her hand. He didn’t really want to do that. 

“Interesting. And I do understand. Demons are nothing to play with. But slashers? Most likely not going to get you. They don’t try that hard,” He said joking a little. But not really, he’d performed an exorcism before. It was hard and scary. “I think that most movies are very good. But I do like a good drama. or a classic. I don’t really have a preference.” 

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“I don’t know man,” Maggie shook her head playfully, her hair falling in curls around her face as she watched him from the corner of her eye, her lips curling into a smirk. “I mean if you think about it, most slasher movies are typically based off of truth. Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. So while it might seem impractical to ever encounter an instance where you’re being chased through the woods by a man with a chainsaw, the fact that it’s more realistic the a little red man with horns,” She shrugged. “I think that’s what makes them so horrifying.”

Adjusting her arms around his, Maggie smiled up at him and licked her lips in thought. “Okay so drama’s and classics. Noted for future reference! What is your favorite season?” She asked then. “For the record, mine is summer. I grew up in Florida and it was phenomenal this time of year. Hot, but still wonderful. Everything always smelled like freshly cut grass, sunscreen, and coconut oil. I miss it sometimes, a lot and hope to go back one day, but for now. Well here I am.” The girl smiled sadly, her gaze dropping to her feet as she watched them shuffling beneath her as they walked.

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Hot Wheels || Ace & Maggie

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Ace laughed and nodded, “I’ve been there before. It’s not a walk in the park, when I lived in Detroit with my dad we only had one bathroom.” Maggie was growing on her oddly enough, you would think after everything she would just despise the girl but Ace was open to new things out. That is until Maggie brought up the need for a boyfriend. 

Her face drew thin and jaw set, her eyes becoming hazy as she stood up snatching her board and Hot Wheels up and stomping away. The only thing she could do was get away, she didn’t want to take the chance of ruining what could potentially be a friendship one day with her anger. She stopped though, just short of the concrete and turned to face the red head again, her jaw clenched just as tight as her fist was around the edge of her board. Her eyes red and the tears welling up them in. “I had a boyfriend, and he died. I’m taking a break from the whole relationship thing.” Her head shaking as she forced out the words between clenched teeth. She inhaled sharply before turning back around. As bad as she didn’t want to admit it to herself that hurt was still there and no matter what she tried to bury it with it would be there for a long, long time. That hurt and that guilt, that no matter how much Kaiden would tell her it wasn’t her fault, she knew deep down inside it all was. 

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Maggie nodded politely as Ace talked about her dad, smiling in thought in that they had something else in common. The more she thought about it the more she thought that Ace and her might actually could be friends despite their horrible start. But then suddenly changed and Maggie was gathering up her pig and her board and storming off. The red head had little time to react, calling out the blonde’s name as she hurried to her feet, confusion etched into her features. Things were going so well, maybe she was wrong...maybe they could never be friends no matter how hard Maggie tried...maybe...

“Oh shit.” Maggie had caught up to Ace just in time to see the blonde spin around, her eyes rimming with tears as she explained what had set her off. “Holy crap. I’m so sorry.” She apologized, but it wasn’t like saying sorry would make Ace feel any better, and it wasn’t like it would bring her boyfriend back from the dead. All at once, Maggie understood why she’d stopped to talk to Ace in the first place, once again seeing that pain flickering in the depths of the other girl’s blue eyes. And again it was something that just reminded her of herself, only the pain was due to different circumstances.

Maggie took this opportunity to gently pat Ace on the shoulder, the gesture meant with good intentions coming off as almost awkward as she had never actually stood this close to Ace before without hitting her. But still she tried. Maggie had never lost anyone close to her through death, but she had her own fair share of grief and goodbyes. “Look, forget what I said. Hot Wheels seems like quite the gentlepig. And if you...you know...ever need anything...I don’t know what I can do but I’ll think of something.”

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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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“It is quite a big age difference,” He said, very surprised as she turned their handholding into a hug. She was very pretty, and he more than noticed that when she flashed her eyes at him. “Yes. And if you are okay with the age difference, then I am also okay with that. And yes, we are both adults, so it isn’t that big of a deal is it?” He said, nodding. It was sweet of a thought. But he would be careful. He was only slightly younger than her when he ruined his own life. He would make sure that he didn’t ruin hers.

“Hmm. Let’s see. I want to know, what is your favorite movie?” He asked, flashing through a list of questions that he would think that would be calm enough to ask on a first date. Didn’t want to be too personal. 

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“It’s only a difference if we let it be.” Maggie nodded curtly, having thought her opinion on the matter was quite obvious, but if he needed reassuring. “Look, it’s not really a big deal, not to me anyway. My parents had a 9 year age difference when they met. And besides, we are adults. Plus, I don’t really have a whole lot of people in my life who would otherwise frown upon it.” The red head shrugged, her gaze drifting from booth to booth which they seemed to be passing undeterred from their conversation. But then again she wasn’t really too interested in the food or games at this point, maybe the Ferris Wheel but for now she was just contempt in the pleasure of his company and the warmth of his hand holding hers. 

At his next question, Maggie hummed a sigh in thought, biting on her lower lip in thought. “I don’t really have a favorite movie exactly. I kind of like them all. Except horror. Slasher films, I’m weirdly okay with but movies about possession and demon’s kind of freak me out.” She admittedly honestly, turning her head so she could look at him. “What about you, do you have a favorite movie or favorite genre of movies?”

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Hot Wheels || Ace & Maggie

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Ace’s head jerked with the scoff she let escape her and shrugged. “I guess not. I should just be thankful I have my own bathroom, right?” She said before licking the cone and watching Maggie pet Hot Wheels. It was different to see the girl like this. It always seemed liked she didn’t care about anything but herself and her things. Her brow furrowed as she watched and thought to herself about how maybe all this time she had been so wrong about so many people. She chuckled and sat up again resting her elbows on her knees and holding out the cone for the pig to finish. “I like your thinking, but I can understand why people stare at him and make fun of him. It still doesn’t make it right but they don’t know any better.” She smirked as the pig’s snout became covered in the ice cream and scoffed a bit of laughter at him, “He was at the pet store. My mom’s boyfriend helped me pick him out.” She looked at Maggie with a more somber face, “The girl at the pet store said the owner wanted to take him to a kill shelter… put him out of his misery.” She looked back at the tiny pink pig and smiled. “We’re each other’s second chance, right Hot Wheels?” After the pig’s grunt of a response Ace’s smile grew wider before she wiped his snout off with the napkin that had been wrapped around the cone. 

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“Definitely a good thing to have your own bathroom!” Maggie replied with mock horror, her eyes widening at the thought. “Or rather just be glad you don’t have to share your bathroom with your dad. A grown man. Who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space or what it means when it’s that time of the month.” The red head shivered, shaking her head at the thought but still smiling. It was weird that she actually didn’t feel the urge to beat Ace’s face in all that much. It was actually nice, especially after hearing that she’d saved Hot Wheels from certain death. “That’s pretty horrible, and morbid. Jeez, you need a boyfriend hun. And by that I mean not a pig. Then again, men are kind of all pigs so I don’t guess that makes much a difference, does it?” Maggie dismissed the thought as easily as it had come, returning her attention to the small bovine and smiling in disapproval. She didn’t understand how people could be so cruel to animals. I mean being mean to a human was one thing because half the time they likely deserved it, but an animal. The girl sighed, running her hand down the pigs back before looking back to Ace. “Well, either way, I’m glad you and your mom’s boyfriend decided against having him euthanized.”

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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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He jumped at the chance to be right behind her. And he liked the way that they were close together. He liked everything that was happening right now. And he could tell that this was not an uncommon place to have a date. Many people were running around. Many looking like they were quite a bit younger than him. More of Maggie’s age. Which he did realize that he did not know. And so he was happy when she asked him about his. “I’m 31,” He said. Hoping that that would not scare her off. 

She was very cute as she blushed. “It is fine. I understand that there is a pretty big age difference between us. I know that it is not polite to ask a lady her age, but what is yours?” He smiled back at her, and at where she was looking at their joined hands. “It’s more than okay. I will not be good at it either.” 

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“Yikes,” Maggie teased, not too surprised at his age but still hissing between her teeth as she shook her head. “Well I don’t know, now. I mean 31. I’m 19 so that makes a...12 year difference between us?” The red head lifted her free hand, pretending to count on her fingers before coyly lifting her blue eyes to meet his, leaning into him and wrapping her arm around his arm that held her hand with a small hug. “Well I guess it’s a god thing we live in this day and age where age is only a number.”  She continued then, quickly so that he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. It was the truth. From what her dad told her, he’d met her mother whenever she was 16 and he was 25, so it wasn’t like there was much of a difference there. Except for the fact that at least she was a legal consenting adult. 

Shaking her head at her thoughts, Maggie bit her lip as she pulled him closer, her gaze taking in the sites of the Pier before turning back to Christian. “Okay. Your turn.” She nudged him slightly, indicating it was his turn for a question. “Ask me whatever you want.”

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Hot Wheels || Ace & Maggie

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Ace grabbed the ice cream before looking up to see who it was that had handed it to her. Maggie. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but looked down at the runt between them, her answer short. “Hot Wheels. It fits him.” She looked at the ice cream and then at the red head, “You poison this?” A joking smirk rising on her face as her eyes cut to the girl. Her nostrils flared as she raked her free hand through her hair, “Look, I’m not in the mood to cause trouble today. I just wanted to get Hot Wheels out of the house for a little bit. So if you’re wanting me to bash your face in, you picked the wrong day.” She said leaning back on her elbows and surveying Maggie’s back. She had noticed her earlier out of the corner of her eye but didn’t realize it was her. If she would have she probably would have went back home. It was too late to turn back now though, but she damn sure wasn’t going to put Hot Wheels in any kind of danger. 

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Maggie squinted her eyes in response to Ace’s question, her lips curling in a small smile as she lifted her gaze watching the small blonde carefully. “If I did you would never know.” She murmured seriously before shrugging. “Nothing serious. a laxative or two. No harm, no foul right?” Reaching out her hand Maggie let the small pig sniff her, his snout twitching as he snorted before returning his attention back to the grass. “Don’t worry Blondie. If I wanted to kick anybody’s ass today it would probably be those asshats making fun of this little guy right here. How did you find him?” Maggie asked, tucking her hair behind her ears with one hand as she gently patted the small pig on top of his head, using her finger nails to scratch just behind the ears. Now that she was even closer to Ace, the girl looked tired, drained, not her usual spirited take no hell self, which made Maggie wonder if something had happened with her family. 

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Hot Wheels || Ace & Maggie

Ace and Hot Wheels made their way down the block. It was quite and interesting sight to see her holding a tiny pig as she weaved her way down the side walk on her board. It was the first time in a long time since she had been out of the house it felt. The wind blowing through her hair as she turned in the direction of the park, trying to avoid the cop walking towards her. She stopped, jumping off her board and placing Hot Wheels on the ground grabbing his leash and attaching it to his collar before tucking her board under her arm and walking further down the path towards one of the benches. 

She noticed a lot of people staring at the tiny pink pig and the wheels attached to them some with pity written on their features and others turning and laughing and even snapping pictures. She began biting on her bottom lip trying her best to keep from blowing up on them but then that one person had to say something about the ‘handicapped pig.’ “What the hell is your problem? Sure he doesn’t have two of his legs but atleast he has a better set of wheels than you!” She said slightly fuming before walking away and finding a place to sit in the grass. Petting the tiny pig as he snorted and grunted nuzzling his snout into her hand. 

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Maggie hadn’t seen the small blonde since the Cruise, but still she didn’t have to be best friend’s with the girl to see that something was wrong with her. Not just because she was skating through town with a small legless pig, which was actually ridiculously freaking cute, in tow. But because there was something in her eyes. Maggie wasn’t sure if Ace was just ignoring her or if she had simply been so wrapped up within her own thoughts that she just walked right past her after stepping off her board and placing a leash on the pig. Then again, it wasn’t like Maggie wasn’t purpose trying to avoid the girl, having ducked behind a magazine rack, watching the blonde with mild curiosity. It was true, that Ace was probably her least favorite person in town, but that look in her eyes. It was a look Maggie had seen in variation within her own eyes more than a few times in her life, and even if she hated Ace, despair was hardly something that one could deal with alone.

Digging her nails in her palms, Maggie nodded her head, watching as Ace turned on the people who had made fun of her pig, the red head ducking quickly into a store but still keeping her eyes on the duo as the walked out into the grass and settled down. Uncertain of herself, she quietly purchased a package of ice cream, wordlessly thanking the cashier before hurrying out across the road, her sandals flopping against the hot concrete loudly before the sound, muffled by the grass, died away into nothing. She didn’t even ask to sit, she just did, plopping down next the the blonde and holding out the ice cream cone without even looking at her, Maggie’s focus remaining souly on the pig between them. “What’s his name?”

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Rain Check Dates; Christian & Maggie

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“Yes I am,” He said smiling. He wasn’t sure what to say. She looked great. And he was pretty sure that she knew that. But he was going to tell her anyway. He would find the right time. And that would probably be coming up soon. Or so he hoped at least. He put one of his hands in the pockets of his pants. When she said her bit he nodded. “Alright. So neither of us has actually been here. This is going to be interesting.” 

He smiled and looked around the area. “You know what. I like that. That sounds nice,” He said, taking her hand and letting her pull him along down to the entrance of the area. “So…what do you want to know about me?” 

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The red head smiled whenever he followed her with little to no resistance, his hand wrapping back around hers in response as she pulled him further onto the Pier. All around them were lights, reflecting in the dark and brightening it with a comfortable glow. She couldn’t help but laugh with excitement, with giddiness, the feeling around them contagious in a way that made her feel like a kid again. In a way she supposed she was still a kid but at the same time, she had to hold back the urge to squeal because, after all, she was on a date. An adult date, with another adult, and while this was the sort of place where teenagers hung out, snuck away too whenever their parents weren’t looking to make out at the top of the Ferris wheel, she knew that Christian was anything but a child. Which brought her to question. “How old are you?”

Maggie’s eyes widened as the words slipped from her mouth, her face instantly brightening with color as she ducked her gaze away nervously. “Sorry, I don’t mean it like that. I mean, I do want to know, but I just wasn’t sure how to ask.” She admitted with a shrug, using her free hand to tuck back her hair away from her face. Taking a breath she shook her head and laughed, looking back to him beside her and grimacing, before looking down to the space between them where their hands hung in the air. “Sorry. I don’t do the whole dating thing very often and I’m afraid I’m not very good at it.”