elena knows arlo is mostly teasing when he turns away from her, but it still isn’t far from the truth: they don’t really know each other. she remembers his name and his face, but their town’s small enough those are harder to forget than to recall. beyond him being the cute guy a few grades ahead of her, she knows nothing about him. meanwhile, he’s probably seen her business all over his twitter feed for the last few years. “fuck that,” she scoffs, looping her arm through his and resting her head against his shoulder. “you started this, you don’t get to get out of it that easily.” maybe the disparity has her feeling vulnerable, or she just isn’t the type to pass up the opportunity to needle someone, but she happily gives in to the urge to pretend like she knows him intimately, pretending to study the apples alongside him. it’s what he says next that has her dropping the act, untangling herself from him and leaning against the display as she picks up a new performance; that of an unbothered free spirit, unbothered by being back in the soul sucking borders of her hometown. “eh,” she shrugs, before crossing her arms over her chest. “don’t know.” she picks up an apple, pinching the stem between two fingers and twisting it with her other hand: bored, not anxious. “it’s only been two weeks and i’m bored to death. and i miss the sun.”
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