corieisms:
while corie was never one to throw the label of friend around lightly, she supposed her and mallory were about as close to that then anyone else. it wasn’t like either was on the way to winning a popularity contest, not with their reputations. both of their father’s had sealed their fates long ago, being the talk of the town for different reasons. mallory’s father, who corie had only met once or twice, had seemingly had some kind of mental breakdown and gone quiet after that. corie’s father was seen as a bit of a pariah, always testing the status quo in their small town. and while the two should probably find some kind of SOLACE in being outcasts together, they’d never fully committed to getting to know one another. not really. they both seemed unsure of how to cross that line from casual acquaintances to actual friends. ‘ you listen to what people say around here ? and i was beginning to think you were actually cool … ’ corie winked, joking playfully with the raven haired girl. she wasn’t an envious person, but something about mallory made corie ache for that life. maybe it was how beautiful the girl was, or how strong she stood in the face of the judgement surrounding her. while corie ignored the fight, she saw mallory face it head on. it was a quality she admired in her, even wished she possessed. ‘ i think you forget, my father isn’t actually on the force anymore. private eye’s have their own code of conduct. and daughter’s rank high on that list of trust … ’ biting down on her bottom lip, she continued to avoid mallory’s questions about the case of missy. she wasn’t sure she had much to share anyways, and she wasn’t about to ruin anyone’s hope for the girls return. as much as everyone else wanted the davis girl home, corie wanted her back MORE. every good moment of her childhood was spent with missy, every birthday and holiday the two spent practically inseparable. and missy was the only one to really know corie’s mother, prior to her walking out. it was the truest, deepest relationship she’d ever had. sighing out, she watched as mallory carefully began to wrap the records. ‘ i think that’s a pretty reasonable price, considering how butchered it would look if i attempted it. let’s be real, decorations and planning were never my forte. always got my dad’s genes … ’ pausing, her voice grew softer. ‘ how is … your dad ? ’
a pair of undesirables. the thought was funny in thought. these days, it seemed the girl was doing just about anything to find the humor in things that she couldn’t quite process. potential friendship, for instance. what had even brought them both together in the first place? at first, mallory was almost certain that corie only felt bad for her. but pity could only take someone so far. there had to be some logical explanation. because as awesome as mallory had forced herself to think she was, she truly wasn’t. there wasn’t anything special about her except for the fact that she was the weirdo’s bisexual kid. “ haven’t you heard, blondie? there’s a big difference between listening and actually giving a shit. which i don’t, by the way. ” a soft chuckle left her lips. who was she joking? mallory cared all too much, she’s just gotten all the better at pretending otherwise. mallory softly drummed her fingers along the counter before kneeling down and grabbing the only two rolls of wrapping paper that were available for use. most people didn’t even ask for wrap records. hawkins kids lived and breathed music. blasting music on the way to the pool was one of the only interesting things to do in a town like this. mallory popped back up on her feet a second later, laying down the wrap before looking for some clear tape. “ right. same difference though, right? your dad’s still trying to find answers. he just gets to take less than legal methods now. ” she pointed out, raising a brow as she slowly began wrapping. brows furrowed as she attempted to focus on the task at hand. the femme reached for a strip of tape as she finished folding together the first record. but at the mention of her father, mallory pulls the strip of tape too roughly, accidentally cutting her finger on the small tape cutter. had corie seriously forgotten what happened to her father? “ fuck, ” she cursed silently, almost embarassed with herself. “ paul keeps a first aid kit somewhere...” she kneeled down once again, raising her finger to her lips. it takes all but a few seconds before mallory is finally rising once again, first aid kit in one hand as she opens it and picks out the hot colored band-aids. “ my dad...” she shrugs, undoing the packaging before wrapping the colorful bandaid around her finger. “ still missing. or dead. i don’t think about it much anymore. ” a smile is forced upon her lips as she tacked on a fresh piece of tape, perfectly wrapping the first record. “ want to keep the blue or should i alternate and use red next? ”
