Already warned about her attitude, Nolan knew he had to be strong. He had to not let her harsh words get the best of him, or else they would just end up going back and forth with each other. Truth is, he didn’t want to hover over Mav. That was the last thing he wanted. Her parents already lost her respect. The whole reason she was here is because they were at their wits end. With Nolan, their was a friendship there that no one could explain. Hell, even he couldn’t figure out what it is she enjoyed about him back then. Maybe it was his content attitude– a more relaxed tone that balanced out her exuberant one. Whatever it may be, Marie was putting all her eggs in one basket with him. Whether he had what it took to watch after his niece for a whole summer, or not, he was going to do it anyway. Mavi’s words were mean, but nothing he hadn’t thought she would say. Really, Nolan couldn’t lie. Juneau, Alaska is not where all the cool kids are heading for their summer breaks. He felt bad for her, but at the same time, knew this was for the best. Taking a deep breath, Nolan folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, watching Mavi intently before he could find the right words to say.
“Quiet and peaceful is all I have to offer, unfortunately,” Nolan sighed through his nose. “This city is big but it’s not like your hometown. It’s not boring, but you can get bored if you decide to mope all summer.” Honestly, if she wanted him to, he could show her around. He could introduce her to the beautiful small town, and he could show her all the beautiful sights nearby. “I, uh, personally took some time off of work, for you. To help you settle in, find yourself a rhythm while you’re here. I didn’t want you to feel like you’d have to do all this alone.” Nolan worked a boat dock every summer, typically, while his winter job was on hiatus. He had enough money from last year and the following season to take this time off. It was much needed, and he was excited to have a break for once himself. “It could be a death sentence, or you could take this at face value. This whole place can be your stomping ground if you go about it the right way.” Damn it, he was lecturing. Nolan bit down on his lip nervously, chewing at it to stop himself from sounding like a parent. Truthfully he couldn’t help himself. He got it from Marie all the time growing up, so he had this script already in his DNA.
“—But that’s my opinion. I’m not gonna stand here and tell you how to spend your summer.” He digressed, shrugging a single shoulder at her. Truthfully, Nolan knew what she meant firsthand. It hadn’t been an easy change from his hometown to Alaska. At first, all he did was work. He’d work through every single season without a break in between. Earning himself thousands of dollars a week at a time, and for what? His bank would pile up, but he was bored. So when he finally lifted his head, and realized he had buried himself in his hermit mentality, he knew things had to change. The boredom he once felt subsided. Now he hikes, goes fishing, camping, shopping in Anchorage, and is even learning to fly an airplane. There was so much this state had to offer, one just had to look past the loneliness of it. While he loved visiting Marie, she never came to visit him. Maverick was his first guest since he moved here, and that was special to him. Now, he could show her what he’s been up to all these years. Finally, he could share his hobbies and interests with someone. Mavi wasn’t an ideal companion, what with her attitude and pessimism. Overtime, though, he hoped she’ll open up to exploring the land with him. He knew he had to be patient.
“Anyway, Mav, for the time being? I’ve lined up some great interviews for you, while you’ll be here.” Nolan didn’t need the money from her, but rather, figured his niece could use the work experience. In Alaska, almost everyone made double than what they would on the mainland. Cashiers made nearly $18/hr, nurses were salary plus bonus incentives, and waiters were tipped nicely. It was the perfect first job for a teenager. “Mrs. Stevens, she lives three houses down, needs a dog sitter slash dog walker. Then there’s a diner called Janky’s that is looking for a hostess. A kindercare is looking for a counselor…” He could go on all day about the job opportunities he had for her to check out. “There’s about eight on this piece of paper I have in my room. I’m not gonna make you look at it today, or tomorrow, but it’s there.” He shrugged again. “That way, if you’re gonna be bored? At least you’ll have a chance in between that boredom to get paid?” Not only that, but it would give her a chance to meet some new people. People that didn’t already know her name, or were wanting to slap a label on her so quickly. “It’s not so bad here though. Everyone closes at seven o'clock, no one works on weekends, and everyone sleeps in pretty late too. I think most shops and restaurants are open at eleven in the morning, so… it’s not so bad.”
Her eyes trail off from his once he starts lecturing, Mavi was known not care for lectures and all they entailed. She has so much of that at home and it doesn’t work, it has never worked. Lectures are only vital in individuals who you have control over, no one had control over her. Hell, she couldn’t even control her damn self. All the hurricane she was, she roared and made destruction of herself. Her hands fly up to run across her face, wishing she could find that bear and ask him very nicely, “Mr. Bear would you please swallow me up whole?" Mavi tunes him out and looks up to the ceiling, the whiteness alarming and there are dips and coves in the construction of it. Her eyes find each other and the swirl around and around until he finally figures it out. She wasn’t going to listen. Her bored gaze returns to his now, eyes large and empty.
“Woah. Woah. Wait,” She shoots up from the bed with a new expression, annoyance, and uncertainty. “Didn’t you just say you were gonna let me do what I want? Now you’re talking about jobs and interviews. What the fuck is that about? I’m not going to go work some shit job, I don’t want to.” Her protests are laced with the profanity her mother hated so much, she could hear her dove-like voice telling her to watch her mouth. “I’m not going.” Her attitude the adult, or well young adult, version of a little babe stomping their feet. She wasn’t going to work, she didn’t want to listen to some asshole tell her what to do. Prior to coming here, Mavi had worked only one job. She had worked serving ice cream in a shop back home and got fired after she punched her boss in the face. Though, the story of him sticking his hand up her skirt didn’t exactly come out as the act of violence.
“Everything closes at seven? Jesus.” Mavi’s annoyance continues to pour out between them and she wants to scream. In the mix of all this, her phone has been vibrating like crazy and Mavi takes a moment to open it up and take a look, something she would instantly regret. The theories had kicked up a notch and the messages swirling on her Instagram were ridiculous. ‘When does the sex tape come out, Avila?’ ‘Can’t wait to see your porno!’ ‘We all know you’re a skank, now the whole world is going to too? Gross, bitch.’ Her mood goes from annoyed and protesting to silent and swirling in humiliation. Her gaze turns to his, this time a little sadder than before, “Could you, uh, give me a minute? It’s a lot.” She offers as she suddenly wants to hide under the covers and somehow shower all this filth off at the same time. Why was the world so fucking cruel?
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