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ohhanncs‌:

hanna nodded in agreement once again. squawking parrots, that was exactly how she would describe them. never with anything useful to say, just full of dumb tricks someone taught them. “ that probably explains why they’re always barking then, ” she said, then glancing up at pj with tiny smirk. “ they never really have anything to say. ” she put particular emphasis on the one word. have. they had plenty they could say, plenty they did, but nothing that they had to.

she listened carefully to the prediction. and to be honest, more than anything else she was shocked that those things hadn’t already happened. “ jeez, spoilers much, ” hanna scoffed, again, covering everything with a joke. “ i think next party i’ll go back to just driving, ” she thought aloud. people liked her better when she was just deso. she wasn’t actually involved then. “ then everything will be totally normal again. all of that will happen before 9pm, like it should. ”

she made a face at first, but then followed his eyeline and suddenly the declaration of the year made more sense. “ yeah, ” she said, nodding her head then returning her gaze to her own shirt. “ the year they stopped saying mothman and bigfoot were friends and started saying they were enemies. ” she made up, though she was sure she hadn’t come up with that herself. uncle billy certainly had something to do with that sentence. “ rough times. ” she nodded again, though this time solemnly. “ i think it’s because they were afraid that bigfoot and mothman are actually in love. ”

“I wouldn’t want a parrot to hear me say though, wouldn’t want to offend it,” he joked in addition, it was possibly a little cruel to speak about the Jocks in such a derogatory manner but Hanna didn’t seem to mind it.

He chuckled naturally at Hanna’s words, spoilers indeed, you could practically set your watch to the drama that plagued the popular kids at these types of events. There must have been a scientific formula for it too, he thought but said nothing more. “Yeah?” he didn’t have a good argument for why she shouldn’t. Alcohol made people silly then sick, then mean. Perhaps PJ could afford to skip the drinking too next time around.

“Ten points,” he awarded himself proudly, though he wasn’t sure that familiarity with Mothman festival shirt designs was exactly a skill worth celebrating. “Power couple,” he agreed, “It makes sense. Alone, they’re strong but not totally unstoppable, if they were in love, who knows what kind of havoc they might reap- it’s like aliens. We want to believe we’re the superior species because the alternative is terrifying,” he insisted, “I bet aliens know that mothman and bigfoot are in love and I bet it doesn’t scare them,” whether or not that made a species the superior species in a galaxy or not was yet to be seen but it was the theory PJ was going with. “Not to mention the thought of Mothman having a lover is kind of intimidating, how come he can fall in love and I can’t even score a date? Surely it’s not because I don’t have a festival or a statue in my honor, plenty of guys don’t have that,”

#hanna r

ohhanncs‌:

although the comment was corny as hell, it was what hanna needed. another small smile on her lips as she turned to face pj for a moment, this time far more genuine than the one she had displayed inside the norrington house a couple minutes ago. she nodded her head in agreement. too many people, too many people she didn’t like, too many people she didn’t like making too much noise that she didn’t want to hear. “ it always shocks me just how loud they are. ” she said quietly, savouring how quietly she could talk the further they got from the party. before it was just yelling, she hated that.

then came that question. it made her want to cry, so she just focused her eyes on the ground in front of them, ignoring the stinging. “ yeah, ” she’s careful with the word, not allowing her voice to crack and reveal her. “ it’s just, a lot. ” she said, lifting her head again and shaking her head to try and lift the hair out of her face. “ like you said, people, noise, alcohol. ” she listed, she really hadn’t planned on drinking, that had complicated things significantly. “ i think my head would have exploded if i stayed any longer. ” again, she tries to joke with tired amusement. pj was already doing her a favour by walking her home, she’d owe him too much if she was honest.

He chuckled at Hanna’s amazement, “Especially the Jocks, they’re like squawking parrots. One of them says something that the others think is funny and then they’re all just barking it at each other until they find something else to say,” he noted, he’d accidentally been caught in the middle of it when his teammates had roped him in as an honorary Jock until he could scramble away and excuse himself to use the restroom.

“Yeah,” he repeated, it was a lot and Hanna didn’t even really drink. He didn’t know how much she’d had but unless somebody had spilled a drink or six on her, soaking through her Mothman shirt, he was pretty sure she’d had at least a couple and that must have added to her mood, “I don’t think we’ll miss out on much- actually, I’ll make a prediction. Tilly Worthington will yell at somebody, Imogen Prinz will hit somebody, Xander Kurtz will humiliate somebody and boast about it for the rest of the year and Kenny might have a third costume change before he realizes his house is full of throw up and passed out football players. That’s what we’ll miss but we can just make up for it at the next party which will be exactly the same,” he encouraged, the last thing he wanted was for Hanna to feel guilty about dragging him away from the event.

He took some time to absorb the silence and assess his levels of intoxication, even closing his eyes for a moment or two before opening them up again and looking at his friend, “Hmm, 2008?” he asked observing what he could see of Hanna’s t-shirt before taking an extra long step to get ahead of her, to take a better look at the design on her chest, making a little game out of guessing which festival the souvenir shirt had emerged from based solely on the design.

#hanna r.

ohhanncs‌:

hanna couldn’t even react with anything more than small smile. anything more than that and she feared she’d crack, that everything would come pouring out. but she was so grateful, so, so grateful. she’d have to remember to do something to thank him. something more than drag him away from a party with nothing more than a small smile. she nodded and followed him quickly, once again avoiding touching anyone that she could as they moved through the crowd.

arms folded over her chest, hugging it tightly. eyes kept wandering to the staircase which pj searched for his jacket. she couldn’t imagine why either of them would but she kept thinking that they’d come down those stairs. linked arm in arm or something equally disgusting. and then she’d just have to throw up then and there. her eyes drew away from the stairs when he spoke again. “ yeah, all good, ” she responded with a nod, trying not to sound as fucking emo as she had before. she had her phone shoved in her front pocket and her house key in a front pocket, her dress she’d left in her locker at school and never even thought to grab a jacket.

with that she nodded towards the door before she started moving there herself. holding the door open behind her for pj to follow and allowing it close again behind them. even just in front of the door she felt immediately better, not all the way better, but significantly. maybe it was the fresh air, maybe it was the sincere lack of drunk classmates, maybe it was the confidence that she could always rely on pj. a few steps away from the door she recrossed her arms over her chest. partially for warmth, mostly to help her feel safe. “ thank you, ” she said quietly, leaving a small moment before she continued a tone of weak amusement to her voice “ i’ve probably said it before, but i’ll say it again. i don’t think parties are my thing. ”

When Hanna nodded, PJ nodded just the same, matching her small smile as he patted his pockets down to make sure he had everything he could have possibly forgotten on a sticky kitchen counter somewhere. When he was sure he was ready, he followed Hanna outside, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets to keep them warm as the brisk air hit his face, making him feel instantly better before he had realized how stuffy he’d felt inside.

“No fun without you anyway,” he offered and it was true enough, he much preferred the company of his friends to that of his classmates but he hadn’t seen much of his friends that night and couldn’t even guess what they were up to. He smiled and looked over at Hanna, just to check that she was making a joke before he made back. He noticed the dimness of her eyes and wondered if she was tired, drunk, upset or all of the above. “Not parties like that,” he agreed, “Too many people, too much noise,” he agreed, what was the point in the party if you had to scream to talk to anybody? “So...” he started, words trailing as he attempted to come up with a smooth way to ask her if she was okay, “Are you okay?” not smooth, not subtle but it had already left his lips by the time he realized this. Still, there had to be a reason Hanna had wanted to leave so swiftly and even if it was something as simple as she’d had to throw up already or her feet hurt, he wanted to know.

#hanna r.

ohhanncs‌:

@pj-jaszczynski

hanna makes it one whole step out of kenny norrington’s door before she retreats back inside. she needed to go home, but she didn’t know when it had gotten so dark. and she knew she’d already be murdered by her grandmother for staying out so late, she didn’t want to add maybe being actually murdered to that. she needed someone with her, preferably someone who could drive but she’d settle for walking as long as she didn’t absolutely hate the person. which still left the list of potential people very short.

but thankfully, karma was looking out for her after whatever the fuck she’d walked in on a few short minutes ago and she spotted pj. quickly she weaved her way through, doing her best to avoid even touching anyone else and feeling worse any time she even softly bumped anyone. “ hey, ” she said once she approached and her tone made it sound like she was going to continue straight away but she didn’t. what the fuck was she supposed to say? hey, just saw the girl i maybe like post sex or something? with tristan hacker? who made me feel like absolute fucking garbage? no, she couldn’t. “ i wanna go home. ” it just slipped out, god she was pathetic. her voice was upset, confused, somewhere in between. “ could you walk me? ”

One of the benefits of having a fairly tightknit social group, PJ had discovered, was that he rarely felt completely obligated to anybody. He felt perfectly comfortable slipping in and out of group conversations at these sorts of gathers and only on occasion did he ever feel tether to one person or group of people. Hanna, being one of the few people that he actually considered a part of his relatively exclusive circle, was an exception to the general rule, however, and the moment she approached, he was delivering her all of his attention.

“Hey,” she greeted with a grin, raising his cup slightly to toast her for no reason in particular, waiting for her say whatever it was that she had to say but finding himself surprised a moment later by her mood. “Yeah,” he agreed without thinking it through, now wasn’t the time, nor was the middle of the part the place to ask why she wanted to leave, instead, he nodded his head, finished the rest of his drink and delivered a light, affectionate punch to the back of Hanna’s shoulder, “Let me get my jacket,” he insisted, already walking in the direction of the coat rack by the front door despite the fact that he was still wearing his jacket.

He looked around the room in an attempt to find either of his other two dates but neither of them was immediately visible, though the fact that he was slightly intoxicated may have contributed to the fact. “Uh,” he uttered, staring at the coatrack as a cold chill ran down his spine, certain that he’d lost the jacket he’d saved several paychecks to purchase. A moment later, however, with the sleeve of the missing jacket adequately covering his wristwatch when he went to check the time, he realized his error. “Oh--okay yep, we’re good. Good to go. Good to go?” he asked Hanna now.

#hanna r.

annblccm‌:

she almost held her hand out instinctively but soon stopped it enough as pj kept speaking. she laughs, tilting her head but nodding at the decision. “oh, well, at least one is just alcohol .” it was spoken sardonically, still entirely amused that he managed to mix up the drinks. her hands gently take one of them, holding it up in a toasting manner. “i don’t want the - spiked punch.” irene must have sounded unsure, it wasn’t until halfway through her words that she came to terms with the fact that she doesn’t want to get drunk or even remotely tipsy. although the after party was rumored to be at kenny’s house, a house she’s come to be mildly comfortable in, she was still utterly cautious. she wanted to be aware. “what’s the game? the one who gets spiked punch is a rotten egg? should we count to three?”

“You don’t wanna-” he watched as Irene took the cup, exuding confidence and not bothering to even take the smallest of sniffs of the liquid inside, leaving it up to fate to decide instead. “-Okay, bottoms up,” he agreed, they were doing a blind test and whether he believed that was a good idea or not seemed immaterial at this point; it was happening. “Swap if it tastes like poison- actually, it might taste like poison anyway so swap if it tastes like...” apparently he’d run out of witty comments to make, he’d burned out too quickly and his previous quips hadn’t even been that sharp, “-alcohol, then we’ll swap,” he reminded her. He chuckled at the suggested, “We should take bets first, then count to three and whoever gets the alcohol gets to make a special cocktail for the other person at Kenny’s house, no rules, anything from the fridge- thoughts?” it was a goofy kids game but fortunately, PJ was a goofy kid and it suited him just fine.

#irene b.

@annblccm

After a rather short journey to the refreshments table, PJ returned to Irene with two identical cups in hand and a soft smile on his face; simply enjoying the evening’s festivities and glad that there hadn’t been any catastrophic drama yet. “I got one cup of spiked punch and one cup of regular punch because I wasn’t sure which you’d want so, I’ll just have whatever you don’t have,” he explained, still holding the cups, not quite offering them to Irene yet, he evidently had more to say on the matter “-but I forgot which one is which on the way over here so, I guess we can kind of make a little game out of it?” he suggested, always trying to make the best of a situation when he could.

#irene b.

pipcrxo‌:

Piper gave him a surprised, yet impressed smile. Someone who would not like to watch the world burn, unlike everyone in the room. It was nice, sweet even. “Wow, really?” She asked, not wanting it to sound mean or sarcastic because she was neither of those things. “You are right, I agree with you but — I do enjoy just a little bit of chaos sometimes – a break from the norm.” She replied with a shrug of her shoulders. She still believes that her life will turn out like a high school rom-com. Even sometimes, she would provide her own narration — in her head of course, well most of the time anyway. “I don’t go looking for drama intentionally, it usually just finds me.” Hearing him offer one of his dates, she all of a sudden felt like a charity case. Piper knew he meant it in the nicest way possible, so she wasn’t going to see him any differently for it. But it stung, a little. “I’m okay thank you…” She replied quietly, with a little laugh. “I mean, could you really part with any of them?”

“Really, yeah,” he chuckled at her surprise, was it that hard to believe? “I like it when things are simple, I rather laugh with somebody than scream at them,” he added sincerely, PJ was an optimist, some might have called him a fool. “A break from the norm,” he repeated, admittedly he thought that chaos was normal for the popular kids but he didn’t say anything on the matter.

“I guess not,” he agreed he adored all of his three dates in different ways but he wouldn’t trade any of them he supposed, “...but I guess I could be a loan date at least for a drink or a dance, if you wanted” he offered, “They don’t seem to be missing me too much,” he paused for a moment, realizing the implication of his words, “Not that you need a date, I mean, you guys practically run these things,” he reminded her, it was an element of the Queen Bees that he could envy, the way they so easily seemed to be able to command a room.

#piper

pipcrxo‌:

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me that you’re not looking forward to the drama that might unfold tonight?” Piper asked looking around the room, picking out potential problems that could erupt in the duration of the evening. “No, you’re right – staying out of trouble in a good idea.” She replied, giving a sarcastic nod, before a small giggle. When she heard his question, Piper did momentarily think of lying and saying that her date had just gone to the bathroom – but what would she get out of that. Lying would be more embarssing than admiting that she came alone, surely. “I —– I don’t have a date.” She replied. “I cam stag, riding Han Solo for the evening.” The Queen Bee added, obviously becoming a little nervous. “What about you?”

PJ shook his head, “Not my thing,” he promised sincerely, he would much rather people just got along with one another, enjoyed the festivities instead of each other’s humiliation but he knew it was a tall order. Too tall. “Don’t get me wrong, some people earn their trouble but I wouldn’t mind it if we could just have one night out of the year where things are at peace,” he offered, it was somewhat satisfying then but otherwise, he tried to stay out of it. “Is that your plan for the night?” he asked incredulously, it didn’t sound like she valued staying out of trouble nearly as much as he did and it put a smile on her face, wondering what was going through her head. “Oh,” he said, a light blush coloring his cheeks as she stuttered briefly, he shouldn’t have asked, he determined fairly promptly, “Well, I have three, three friend dates. You can borrow one, if you want,” he suggested playfully, trying to keep things light between them, though he was certain that his dates weren’t exactly Piper’s type.

#piper

pipcrxo‌:

Piper shuddered at the thought of that aweful sound. “Gosh, don’t remind me — that’s the one thing I hat about cheering at basketball games. That’s why i’m always making the crowd cheer so I don’t have to listen to it! ” She laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “ It’s alright I guess – a little quiet, but i’m sure some drama will spark up soon. What about you? ”

“Oh yeah,” PJ had never thought about that, despite his height he’d never been into basketball, he was sort of terrible at it in fact. He chuckled at her reasoning reminded that he was talking to a cheerleader at the dance, something he hadn’t anticipated, “Quiet isn’t a bad thing though, right? I don’t mind quiet, it beats getting into any trouble and tonight I plan on staying out of trouble” he offered, trying to put a positive spin on things. “I’m having a....” he paused a moment, picking his words carefully, “I’m having a fine night,” he decided. He was a little down but it wasn’t the worst. “Where’s your date?” he asked, he didn’t even consider the fact that she might not have one or worse, she had one and they’d ditched her.

#piper

pipcrxo‌:

as she watched everyone pile into the room with their dates, piper tried her best not to show how she was feeling inside. she was not about to look like a cliche loner at a school dance. no way. but it was becoming increasingly hard not to. she had put too much effort into her outfit to look miserable tonight. instead, she stepped up to the closest person she could find and gave a smile. “no matter how much they dress this place up, it still smells like sweat and dirty sneakers.”

“And everybody’s shoes still make that horrible squeaky sound on the floor,” he noted in agreement, offering Piper a small smile. He wasn’t sure why the Queen Bee was talking to him, perhaps she’d been drinking earlier that night but he didn’t mind it. “Are you having a good night?” he asked with eyebrows raised.

#piper

ohhanncs‌:

our dumb night. that repeated in her mind even as she had to raise a brow (again) at pj’s words. she was going with her friends. her two best friends. and someone she didn’t want to be around. but her two best friends. the best night so far. “ you know i already said i’d go, right? you don’t have to convince me. ” she teased, an attempt to prevent the conversation from getting any mushier. they were at work, this definitely wasn’t the place to start crying about how much you love your friends and how you’ll cherish them forever. but all the same she agreed, “ deal. ” she said with a nod. and despite their progress in the conversation, she had to backtrack a little. she didn’t like to glaze over injustice, especially not with her friends. and it was an opportunity to stop the conversation from being focused on herself. “ but uh, do you think maybe we should, tell someone about the whole books in the water tank thing? ” she tried to speak cautiously “ just because they’re popular doesn’t mean they should get away with that. ”

PJ folded his arms across his chest, no longer self-conscious nor defensive but relaxing a little, relieved that he’d made his case and that she was committed to going again, at least for now. “Okay, I’m done, that’s all I’m gonna say” he assured, unfolding his arms momentarily and raising his hands in surrender before folding them again comfortably. “Ah,” he hesitated with a laugh trailing the sound he’d made, hands flapping about dismissively “It was just a thing, it was weeks ago,” he insisted, “Nothing I can’t handle,” he insisted, even offering Hanna a smile to bolster his argument, proof that he was fine. “I’ll get them back one day,” the insisted with confidence, it was something he often told his reflection on a bad day, “You know, I won’t sign an autograph at the stage door, or I’ll pretend I don’t know them while I’m walking into first class,” he said with an extremely brief smirk on his face; he couldn’t be that painfully arrogant for more than a few fleeting moments, it just wasn’t in his nature. Just to remind himself to be humble, he decided to grab a spare rag from behind the counter and work on a spot of an ambiguously sticky mess, “So, do I get a sneak preview of your dress or are you going to give us a She’s All That, walk down the stairs on the night kinda thing?”

#hanna r.

ohhanncs‌:

oh she should not have said anything. she should not have said anything. she readjusted her arms across her chest, tighter than before, and tried to avoid eye contact with him. and although he said otherwise, his initial reaction told her that she was being selfish. dramatic. all over some girl she barely knew and she shouldn’t even care that she kissed some dumb jock over her. “ i don’t know, ” she said honestly, meeting his eyes again. she’d once been excited for the night. she’d even hunted through thrift stores for a dress. now she was dreading it. “ it’s just going to be a big dumb night, anyway. ” she mumbled, trying to come up with a reason that wasn’t just: anika west would be there, but she wasn’t really successful. and now she felt bad. well, worse. she already felt bad. hands squeezed at her arms, holding them in place. oh she so didn’t want to go. but if it was the other way around, she knew pj would come for her. “ okay, ” she said finally, if he believed it was because of her not wanting to drink then she’d let him believe that. “ i’ll go … sorry. ” for stressing him out, for being so dramatic, for being a shit friend. it could be any of them. it could be all of them. “ i’ve already paid for a dress and ticket, right? and i even got a cheesey dance proposal. i’ll go. ” she evaluated aloud, sounding more positive now and offering a small mildly forced smile despite her body still being locked in defensive position. “ we’ll have fun. screw them. ” she decided, although the them in this might appear to be the popular kids, the kids who had dates, it was only two people. “ right? ”

“Yeah but we our dumb night, just because the popular kids act like we don’t exist doesn’t mean we can’t have fun too and we can still laugh about the fact that this is the highlight of the lives of the kids who call us names and shove us into the lockers when they walk by and hide our books in the water tank part of the toilet in the boy’s bathroom,” maybe that last part was more specific to PJ than it was to Hanna but the sentiment remained.”And you’ll look amazing in that dress and you’ll be glad you have photos,” he insisted, it was a little mushy but he liked to think that in a decade when they were all living better lives, they’d still be in contact with one another and occasionally dragging up old photos just for a laugh. He nodded his head enthusiastically, “Screw them,” he repeated, though he wasn’t sure who they were screwing, anybody with a boyfriend or girlfriend? Anybody turning down dates left right and center? The popular kids? All of the above? It didn’t matter, he was in complete agreement with his friend. “We’ll have the best time but unlike the popular kids, it won’t be the best night of our lives...it’ll just be the best one so far,” he assured her. “Deal?” he offered, testing her commitment to the idea, not quite convinced that there wasn’t some underlying issue that remained. Perhaps it was something he’d said or done earlier in the night or maybe it was before that, maybe he’d done something to offend Hanna the day she’d sped away from school without him.

#hanna

ohhanncs‌:

although she couldn’t judge pj, she felt exactly the same way ( except she would have meant it if she said it ) but she did raise a brow at the brief cruelty. “ no, i get it. ” she assured, “ it’s like, flaunting. it’s almost as bad as valentine’s day. it’d be satisfying to see someone get rejected. ” she’d almost take anyone getting rejected as a win, though of course, she’d prefer a jock. a stupid jock. a stupid jock by the name of tristan hacker. or nik. she tried to forget that she thought it. and almost like he could hear her thoughts then he brought up the group date. “ yeah, ” she said slowly, trying to sound enthused but she wasn’t an actor like him. she lowers her eyes before she continues “ except that i think i want to retract my acceptance. i don’t think i wanna go anymore. ” she admitted, though it’s not that she didn’t want to go. she didn’t want to have to spend the night with her. “ is that completely selfish of me? ” she asks, looking up at him now. she wanted to ask if she was being dramatic more than if she was being selfish, but how could she without explaining all the bullshit?

He laughed a little, still feeling somewhat guilty but unable to find at least some pleasure in the totally fictional idea of somebody getting rejected during their big, dumb, obnoxious display. “What?” PJ’s eyes widened and he took a step forward, no longer leisurely leaning nor folding his arms but totally on the defensive, “Why not?” he asked a little sharply in his surprise at the sudden turn. He realized his demeanor and relaxed a little, dropping his shoulders from their high and tight position, resting his hip against the counter as he faced his friends, “No it’s not- it’s not selfish but-” he spoke weakly, he didn’t want to bed her to come but he would if he had to, he needed as many people as he could as a buffer between he and Irene, just in case he had one too many drinks and started mouthing off about her stupid, handsome, muscly jock friends who couldn’t even spell Irene-Ann if they were given the letters to do so, “Please come,” he was sounding a little more desperate than he would have liked but he had no reason to feel self-conscious with Hanna. “I won’t drink either if you don’t want to drink,” he suggested, thinking that perhaps she was nervous about peer pressure or similar.

#hanna

ohhanncs‌:

despite her mood, the corners of her lips turned upwards at his teasing. a small smile that she still at least had one friend, even after she was kind of a dick. “ okay good, ” she was about to tease him back, but decided against it last second. she’d been a little nervous that maybe she was being too obvious, but if she was it seemed pj was having the same frustrations she was. “ are you joking? ” she paused a second for response before she simply uttered an “ ew. ” disgusted look on her face as she let out a quiet scoff. “ how does anyone have that much confidence they’ll say yes? like unless they’re dating, that has to be some kind of disorder, ” she says, then catching herself. there was an obvious name to the disorder. “ narcissism, they’re all totally narcissistic. and people basically celebrate it this time of year. ” she exaggerates her words with a tone of disgust and finishing with an eye roll, however under all that she is very happy that pj was on the same page as her.

He picked the pencil up and held it between the tips of his forefinger and thumb in both hands, using it to distract himself as his thoughts wandered, thinking about all of the prom-posal displays he’d witnessed that week and his own failure of an attempt to ask a date himself. “Just in the middle of class, in front of everybody, we all just sat there waiting for it to end,” he visibly cringed at the memory of the whole thing. “I kind of wish he didn’t say yes," he paused, realizing how awful and bitter that sounded “No, I don’t, that’s mean but you know-” he shrugged, he didn’t know what he meant, he was just frustrated. He unintentionally copied Hanna’s stance, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the counter, legs crossed over at the ankle stretched slightly in front of him, “We’re lucky, I guess, we got to skip that whole humiliating, risky, narcissistic thing,” he suggested, trying to be positive about the group date.

#hanna r.

ohhanncs‌:

@pj-jaszczynski

“ enjoy the movie! ” hanna chimed to the customers as they walked away, fresh popcorn in hand. the second they were no longer looking she slumped and stepped back to lean against the counter, customer service persona immediately gone. “ i’m sorry about ditching you after school the other day, by the way, ” she said, looking over at pj. “ i just– i don’t know, it’s nothing. just a dick move. i’m sorry. ” she folded her arms over her chest as she spoke. she let a moment sit purposely, trying to make it seem as though the next thing she’d say was unconnected to why she’d raced home that day. “ i hate this time of year. it’s just a reason for popular kids to flaunt how much everyone loves them. ”

PJ had been keeping himself busy by trying to get a pencil to stand on its end upright with perfect balance instead of doing anything particularly productive, until Hanna spoke up, distracting him from his mindless task. “Whoa,” he said softly as he raised his eyebrows as Hanna lost her composure, seemingly, the apology turning into a worry for the male. Something wasn’t quite right. “It’s cool, I know my way home,” he teased lightly with a weak smile, wondering whether they were joking or whether this was a more serious conversation or headed that way anyway. He waited for Hanna to continue but she didn’t, moving quickly onto an unrelated topic as far as he could tell, “Right?” he asked, just a little too enthusiastically in his agreement “Some guy sang to his date in the middle of class- like yeah it was cute but come on, do people have to be so-” he shrugged his shoulders, “So- dramatic about it?” he asked, ironically the biggest fan of theatrics in the school had suddenly decided to protest it, especially when it was in the name of love.

#hanna

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her hands find themselves building a castle out of the nearly expired boxes of candy. making more of a mess than not before her attention is caught by pj’s words. a shade of red flutters her cheeks, her hands moving to hold over them as if that’s enough to subdue the blushing. “if i wanted you to beg on a gross floor i’d make you do it in the bathrooms.” she gave it a thought before deciding it wasn’t a fitting punishment. “i don’t know.” although pj was still getting her undivided attention, her eyes and fingers revert back to the boxes of candy. “i’m super busy with like almost all of my other responsibilities.” it was a lie she’s certain pj, of all people, could see through. “and singing in front of a crappy webcam is a lot less scary than singing in front of real people.”

“Before mopping?” he asked incredulously as if he wasn’t convinced that Irene had the capacity to be that cruel to him. In fact, he wasn’t convinced she did. even on her worst days, she wasn’t nearly that mean. “But you’re good- no you’re great- you’re freakin’ awesome and I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend, in fact, because I’m your friend, I’d tell you if you sucked, I’d be honest,” he insisted, almost running out of breath as he spoke with such enthusiasm, “-and I am being honest, you’re-” he clearly lost his words, unsure that there was, in fact, a word that adequately captured how wonderful and talented he thought Irene was, all at once so instead, he just threw his arms into the air in a grand motion, “- people need to hear you, you need to share your gift. I mean, that’s what music is about, it’s about expressing yourself and expression is about communicating and you can’t communicate without other people, there’s no point,” he was rambling a little bit but he meant every word he’d said, “Like a phone call with nobody else on the other end of the line or a walkie-talkie but you lost the other one in the pair- no point,”

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