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@trini-teaa
Κ°α΅Λ‘Λ‘α΅ α΅Κ°α΅Κ³α΅, α΅α΅Λ‘Λ‘! α΅Κ°α΅ βΏα΅α΅α΅'Λ’ α΅Κ³β±βΏβ±α΅ΚΈ, α΅α΅α΅ α΅α΅Λ’α΅ α΅α΅α΅α΅Λ‘α΅ Κ²α΅Λ’α΅ αΆα΅Λ‘Λ‘ α΅α΅ α΅Κ³β±βΏα΅.
α΄΅ Λ‘β±α΅α΅ β±βΏ α΅α΅Λ‘Λ’α΅, α΅Κ³α΅α΅βΏα΅ α΅Κ°α΅ α΅α΅α΅α΅Κ³ α΅β±α΅α΅Λ‘α΅ αΆΛ‘α΅Λ’Λ’. α΄΅'α΅ βΏα΅α΅ α΅Λ£α΅αΆα΅Λ‘ΚΈ Λ’α΅αΆβ»Λ‘α΅α΅α΅Λ‘, α΅α΅α΅ α΄΅'α΅ αΆ Κ³β±α΅βΏα΅Λ’ Κ·β±α΅Κ° αΆΚ°α΅Κ³Κ³ΚΈ β±½α΅Λ‘α΅βΏαΆα΅.
α΄΄α΅α΅α΅ α΅α΅ Λ’α΅α΅ ΚΈα΅α΅ α΅Κ³α΅α΅βΏα΅ !
The bell above the DX rang, as it always did.
But there was an air of sherbet ice cream and craftiness as soon as it tinkled .
it was Trinity St. Peter
or, just Trina to most.
She was in a flowy pink and orange polka dot shirt with lightwash jeans and mary janes, a matching headband atop her hair.
"Steve!!"
- π©·π§‘ ( @trina-teaa )
"Hey, Trina." Steve greeted, shorting her his smile with his familiar fucked up teeth.
She exhaled, running a hand through her hair.
"I got a problem."
"What's wrong?"
"My parents are like, really, really close to kicking me out."
She started chewing on her nails, looking over at him.
"They have all these...these thoughts and expectations of me. But I've started going against 'em. They've been hating me coming to this side of town, and I just...I just don't know. I don't know what to do, Steve. They told me that if I go to the Nightly Double, like I've been planning for weeks mind you, tonight, then I can kiss living on the Westside goodbye."
She let out a sound that was a mix between a groan and a frustrated whine, burying her head in her hands.
"My grades have been slipping down for weeks, and they flipped two days ago because they figured out that I started smoking to help with my nerves for my upcoming prom speech."
The bell above the DX rang, as it always did.
But there was an air of sherbet ice cream and craftiness as soon as it tinkled .
it was Trinity St. Peter
or, just Trina to most.
She was in a flowy pink and orange polka dot shirt with lightwash jeans and mary janes, a matching headband atop her hair.
"Steve!!"
- π©·π§‘ ( @trina-teaa )
"Hey, Trina." Steve greeted, shorting her his smile with his familiar fucked up teeth.
She exhaled, running a hand through her hair.
"I got a problem."
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
He shrugged. "nothin'." He deadpanned.
"Ya sure?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yup." He was definitely lying. He just didn't have anything interesting to say.
She decided not to pester him fully anymore, leaning her elbows on the countertop.
"C'mon, Steve, I won't bite ya if you tell me stuff."
"Debatable..." He joked.
She grinned with her signature, full teeth smile showing, with a faint overbite.
"Eh, I only bite on Wednesdays and Fridays." She teased, flicking his arm.
He just rolled his eyes. "Har, har, funny." He teased, flicking her back.
"Besides, I feel like if I tried to bite you you'd probably punch me." She shrugged, taking another drink.
"..yeah, I would." He admitted.
"Anyway, what time do you get off your shift? Just curious." She raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter as she eyed other people walking into the tiny shop.
β’ ππππ ππ β’
..ππππ π πππ!
Her pouting reflection was staring back at her as Trinity sat, curled up in a ball on the dirt in front of the local lake.
She didn't care about her new polka dot swimdress getting ruined by the ground, nor the dried mascara stains on her cheeks.
Her chocolate-colored hair was down, as it normally was, but it was messier. It was usually picture-perfect.
Her nails were bitten and raw, with three of her acrylics lost to time and the rest of the earth.
She was gonna go swimming, but her parents had screamed at her earlier, which had caused her to lose both her appetite and her energy. she just wished that people actually liked her.
instead of all the fake niceties.
Robin had stopped talking to her, and she was completely, utterly a disaster.
Trinity St. Peter was never a disaster. It was unusual for her to be anything but perfect.
Her brown eyes had tried tears next to them, and all she wanted was to disappear.
Dolly was just walking by, skipping gleefully before she came across an unfamiliar face.
"hello?" She quietly spoke up, seeing the crying girl.
Trinity looks up from staring holes at herself, rapidly trying to wipe her tears away with the heel of her hand and forcing a smile on her face, though it was more of a grimace.
"Oh, um, hi!"
Dolly quietly gasped. "Are you okay?" She asked, hurrying over to Trina.
Trinity wipes her hands off on her swimdress, cringing. she looked like a mess.
"Me? I'm great. Just dandy."
She lied straight through her teeth.
"Well, I don't believe that one bit! What's wrong?" She asked while sitting herself down next to Trina so she didn't have to look up.
She sighed, looking at the other reflection that suddenly popped up beside her.
"It's a...long story, really. Doubt you'd want to hear it. I'm Trinity, but most people call me Trina."
"I don't mind listenin'..." She assured.
"I'm Dolores, I go by Dolly! Nice ta' meet you Trina."
Trina looked up, smiling just a miniscule amount.
"Nice to meet you too, Dolly."
my babies...
this is SO Steve and Trina to me idk
AWEEEE IT IS THEM AWEEE
aLSOOO
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β’ ππππ ππ β’
..ππππ π πππ!
Her pouting reflection was staring back at her as Trinity sat, curled up in a ball on the dirt in front of the local lake.
She didn't care about her new polka dot swimdress getting ruined by the ground, nor the dried mascara stains on her cheeks.
Her chocolate-colored hair was down, as it normally was, but it was messier. It was usually picture-perfect.
Her nails were bitten and raw, with three of her acrylics lost to time and the rest of the earth.
She was gonna go swimming, but her parents had screamed at her earlier, which had caused her to lose both her appetite and her energy. she just wished that people actually liked her.
instead of all the fake niceties.
Robin had stopped talking to her, and she was completely, utterly a disaster.
Trinity St. Peter was never a disaster. It was unusual for her to be anything but perfect.
Her brown eyes had tried tears next to them, and all she wanted was to disappear.
Dolly was just walking by, skipping gleefully before she came across an unfamiliar face.
"hello?" She quietly spoke up, seeing the crying girl.
Trinity looks up from staring holes at herself, rapidly trying to wipe her tears away with the heel of her hand and forcing a smile on her face, though it was more of a grimace.
"Oh, um, hi!"
Dolly quietly gasped. "Are you okay?" She asked, hurrying over to Trina.
Trinity wipes her hands off on her swimdress, cringing. she looked like a mess.
"Me? I'm great. Just dandy."
She lied straight through her teeth.
"Well, I don't believe that one bit! What's wrong?" She asked while sitting herself down next to Trina so she didn't have to look up.
She sighed, looking at the other reflection that suddenly popped up beside her.
"It's a...long story, really. Doubt you'd want to hear it. I'm Trinity, but most people call me Trina."
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
He shrugged. "nothin'." He deadpanned.
"Ya sure?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yup." He was definitely lying. He just didn't have anything interesting to say.
She decided not to pester him fully anymore, leaning her elbows on the countertop.
"C'mon, Steve, I won't bite ya if you tell me stuff."
"Debatable..." He joked.
She grinned with her signature, full teeth smile showing, with a faint overbite.
"Eh, I only bite on Wednesdays and Fridays." She teased, flicking his arm.
He just rolled his eyes. "Har, har, funny." He teased, flicking her back.
"Besides, I feel like if I tried to bite you you'd probably punch me." She shrugged, taking another drink.
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
He shrugged. "nothin'." He deadpanned.
"Ya sure?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yup." He was definitely lying. He just didn't have anything interesting to say.
She decided not to pester him fully anymore, leaning her elbows on the countertop.
"C'mon, Steve, I won't bite ya if you tell me stuff."
"Debatable..." He joked.
She grinned with her signature, full teeth smile showing, with a faint overbite.
"Eh, I only bite on Wednesdays and Fridays." She teased, flicking his arm.
β’ ππππ ππ β’
..ππππ π πππ!
Her pouting reflection was staring back at her as Trinity sat, curled up in a ball on the dirt in front of the local lake.
She didn't care about her new polka dot swimdress getting ruined by the ground, nor the dried mascara stains on her cheeks.
Her chocolate-colored hair was down, as it normally was, but it was messier. It was usually picture-perfect.
Her nails were bitten and raw, with three of her acrylics lost to time and the rest of the earth.
She was gonna go swimming, but her parents had screamed at her earlier, which had caused her to lose both her appetite and her energy. she just wished that people actually liked her.
instead of all the fake niceties.
Robin had stopped talking to her, and she was completely, utterly a disaster.
Trinity St. Peter was never a disaster. It was unusual for her to be anything but perfect.
Her brown eyes had tried tears next to them, and all she wanted was to disappear.
Dolly was just walking by, skipping gleefully before she came across an unfamiliar face.
"hello?" She quietly spoke up, seeing the crying girl.
Trinity looks up from staring holes at herself, rapidly trying to wipe her tears away with the heel of her hand and forcing a smile on her face, though it was more of a grimace.
"Oh, um, hi!"
Dolly quietly gasped. "Are you okay?" She asked, hurrying over to Trina.
Trinity wipes her hands off on her swimdress, cringing. she looked like a mess.
"Me? I'm great. Just dandy."
She lied straight through her teeth.
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
He shrugged. "nothin'." He deadpanned.
"Ya sure?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yup." He was definitely lying. He just didn't have anything interesting to say.
She decided not to pester him fully anymore, leaning her elbows on the countertop.
"C'mon, Steve, I won't bite ya if you tell me stuff."
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
He shrugged. "nothin'." He deadpanned.
"Ya sure?" She asked, tilting her head.
β’ ππππ ππ β’
..ππππ π πππ!
Her pouting reflection was staring back at her as Trinity sat, curled up in a ball on the dirt in front of the local lake.
She didn't care about her new polka dot swimdress getting ruined by the ground, nor the dried mascara stains on her cheeks.
Her chocolate-colored hair was down, as it normally was, but it was messier. It was usually picture-perfect.
Her nails were bitten and raw, with three of her acrylics lost to time and the rest of the earth.
She was gonna go swimming, but her parents had screamed at her earlier, which had caused her to lose both her appetite and her energy. she just wished that people actually liked her.
instead of all the fake niceties.
Robin had stopped talking to her, and she was completely, utterly a disaster.
Trinity St. Peter was never a disaster. It was unusual for her to be anything but perfect.
Her brown eyes had tried tears next to them, and all she wanted was to disappear.
Dolly was just walking by, skipping gleefully before she came across an unfamiliar face.
"hello?" She quietly spoke up, seeing the crying girl.
Trinity looks up from staring holes at herself, rapidly trying to wipe her tears away with the heel of her hand and forcing a smile on her face, though it was more of a grimace.
"Oh, um, hi!"
"Hey, Trina. How're ya'?"
Steve || @dxgreasemonkey
"Oh, heya, Steve! I'm doing, uh, pretty decent I would say."
Trinity responds.
She visited the DX pretty often (mainly because she was friends with Steve and Soda despite not running fully with the greasers. they also had the best cherry Pepsis in town), so that was why she was there that sunny mid-day.
"Good." He responded from behind the counter, scribbling on some receipt.
"What about you? Any new cars come in?"
She questioned, tilting her head. She knew how much he liked cars.
She also wondered why Soda wasn't on shift, but didn't comment on it at all.
"fine. No, way to slow 'round here, not a single car need nothin' but gas." He grumbled, looking up at her, or.. around her.
"Aw, that sucks. Slow today?"
Her eyes darted over to the vending machine. She hadn't picked anything up quite yet, just moreso came to pester whoever would put up with her at the moment, since her parents wanted her out of the house...considering it was summer.
"Realll slow." He grumbled.
"I mean, it is Sunday. Everything tends to be slow today."
She hummed, going over to the vending machine and getting herself a Cherry Pepsi.
"Robin's been ignorin' me for a couple days, and my parents practically shoved me out of the house, so I figured I'd come bother you." she gently put the bottle on the counter.
"don't mean I gotta like it..." He just tossed the bottle back, not bothering to make her pay. "Not botherin' me, this 's the least bored I've been all day."
"Yeah, makes sense."
She pulled out a couple bucks out of her purse, just to give him a tip, considering she knew how much the Curtis gang struggled.
"Still, y'know what I mean. I was actually debating going to the lake by myself later because nothing is open around here on Sundays."
He hesitated before accepting the tip.
"that's borin', goin' alone."
"I've been bored out of my skull, so I guess it's fitting. Besides, I got a new suit and I'd hate for it to go to waste."
"Guess i get it, gotta learn ta' entertain yerself I guess."
She waves her hand, taking a swig of her coke.
"Enough about me, though. What's been going on with you?"
β’ ππππ ππ β’
..ππππ π πππ!
Her pouting reflection was staring back at her as Trinity sat, curled up in a ball on the dirt in front of the local lake.
She didn't care about her new polka dot swimdress getting ruined by the ground, nor the dried mascara stains on her cheeks.
Her chocolate-colored hair was down, as it normally was, but it was messier. It was usually picture-perfect.
Her nails were bitten and raw, with three of her acrylics lost to time and the rest of the earth.
She was gonna go swimming, but her parents had screamed at her earlier, which had caused her to lose both her appetite and her energy. she just wished that people actually liked her.
instead of all the fake niceties.
Robin had stopped talking to her, and she was completely, utterly a disaster.
Trinity St. Peter was never a disaster. It was unusual for her to be anything but perfect.
Her brown eyes had tried tears next to them, and all she wanted was to disappear.
