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starcyed ( courtney whitmore & cassie sandsmark )

a brace faced teen wasn’t an uncommon sight in the crowd ; and it was true that nothing really looked special about courtney. other than that undying spark in her eye and the relics of stars in golden curls. but it didn’t matter – courtney liked being a normal girl. but only on occasion, otherwise it was way way way too boring.

“ is it free ice cream ? “ courtney’s head snapped to – how on earth had she missed this vital piece of attention? “ if it’s free – i think the too much answer is somewhere around 10. but i failed math last year sooo – “

“unfortunately not free,” cassie corrected with a sigh – it was part of her own dilemma. she had to laugh at the other girl’s words though, nodding in understanding. “that sounds about right, but i was kicked out several high schools so i get it.” she was lucky to have finished at all. another downside to a public identity, she learned. trouble had a tendency to follow her around.

thankfully, at the moment, she wasn’t really being noticed. but she also wasn’t in her red and gold attire – only the inconspicuous gauntlets on her wrists. no one ever really wanted to think the short blonde walking past them was wonder girl. ( diana set some tall expectations ). digging a hand into the pocket of her jean shorts, she pulled out some cash. “but i have enough for two more if you want some?”

#∘⡊ ⚡ ˚⊹ courtney whitmore ⊹ — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs #⊹ hey mr. zeus! ‘scuse me your godship but i need to talk to you! ⊹ — cassie sandsmark. +

she would’ve rather been in the air, cassie mused after some person in the crowd shoved past her, forcing her to pretend to be pushed back – mostly so that they shouldn’t break their shoulder. pushing into her would have been something akin to hitting a brick wall. moving forward, she let her gaze drift upward – it was always easier up there, but the crowd was big and she was already trying to not draw attention to herself. unlike most of her friends, her identity wasn’t a secret.

“how many times can someone get ice cream before it’s just too much?” she posed the question as she took a glance to someone approaching. “because this is like the fifth time i just happened to wander to an ice cream stand. i don’t think i’m capable of resisting.”