madesomenoise | A Series of Unlikely Events

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A Series of Unlikely Events - Boring Teenagers Date

The movie was...it was pretty okay. Mostly, Girl had spent it being very aware of her own boundaries, very aware of Carson's. She's never been in this situation before. Any connections she'd managed to make out in the Zones had been fleeting, a few hours at most, warm bodies in scavenged sheets. This is different. This is a boy who had wanted to spend time with her, who'd danced with her. At one point, she'd wanted to hold his hand so much her fingers had itched.

She'd held onto a fistful of her skirt instead.

After the movie, the Mall feels incredibly, intensely bright. Girl had spent what felt like hours getting ready while Poison had helped. He'd picked out the polka dot skirt flaring slightly just above Girl's knees. Her hair is up, held back with red cotton that matches her lipstick.

Why does she still want to hold his hand?

"So," she says. "What are we doing next?"

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"Food it is," he agreed, and he had the notion that the grin tugging at his mouth was probably borderline idiotic, but he honestly couldn't give a shit. His mouth still felt the ghosting warmth of hers and he resisted the temptation to touch his mouth by reaching out and catching her hand instead. Threading their fingers together, not for the first time he marveled at how everything had come together. Everything had seemed so hopeless when he had arrived to Darrow, but here he was a high school graduate, with university in the fall, and an incredible girl's hand in his. Maybe the girl part hadn't always factored into his grand plans for his future, but even if this only lasted a minute, it fit in like a missing puzzle piece.

"C'mon, before the hipster at the counter tries to sell us something." He said, giving her hand a small tug.

Girl hadn't been planning for this at all but then he takes her hand again and she thinks about Poison and Jack, how neither of them had been planning for that and then...boom! There it was. This isn't that, isn't love, but Girl can't help but be distracted by the warmth that threads its way through her ribcage.

"I've already got a guitar at home," she says, letting him lead her out of the shop. "And I'm used to not buying things. He ain't getting me."

"That's right," Carson grinned with a nod. "Fuck him and his half-assed sales pitch." On the way out of the store his attention wandered just long enough to flash a sardonic grin in the hipster's direction, his grin only widening when he caught the glare the guy was shooting him over the top of his magazine. Half tempted as he was to say something, he was briefly distracted by a flash of yellow in the case of the counter, and with a hum he filed that thought away for another time.

"Okay, important question." He proposed as they wandered closer to the foodcourt. "Are we getting slices or should I go all out and get a whole pizza? I'm not gonna lie, I could probably eat at least half on my own."

"Let's get a whole one," says Girl, starting to rummage in her bag for her wallet. "And soda. I am still not over cold, fizzy drinks. They're amazing." She grins up at him and holds out some cash, eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Nuh uh, nice try." He drawled, lightly pushing her wallet away with an eyebrow raised in challenge. "This is me pretending to be a proper teenage gentleman, right? I've got this one, you can get the next. And I'll get you one of those super sized sodas. The cup will be as big as you. By the time you finish it you'll be a diabetic."

Girl rolls her eyes, but she also puts her wallet away.

"Coke," she says, grinning at him. She leans up and takes another kiss, just because she's pretty sure she's allowed to. "I'll go get us a table?"

If he pressed into the kiss at all, he was willing to argue that it was just the height difference throwing him off balance. Even if he knew that it was total bullshit.

"You got it," he agreed, giving her hand a small squeeze before letting go. "I'll meet you there in a few minutes okay?" He lingered a minute before finally making himself turn and walk away, carefully determined to not glance back over his shoulder at her as he found the queue for the pizza place. Reflex betrayed him almost instantly however, and even as determined as he was, he couldn't resist flashing her a small half grin as he took his place in line.

Girl finds them a table tucked into the corner and sits fiddling on her phone for a few minutes, texting Poison to tell him that she's staying out for a while longer, texting that she's still alive and SO FAR SO GOOD. She worries her lip with her teeth for a moment. She glances up at Carson and, yeah, she totally looks at his ass while he's not looking.

Even if it didn't actually take long at all, he would have sworn that the line for the pizza place had stretched on for hours. He was impatient by the time he made it to the register, then irritated when they told him he had to wait for a full pie, then outright frustrated when the pimple faced community college drop out at the counter said they were all out of cup-holders.

Seriously. Cup-holders.

By the time he got the pizza and preciously balanced two obscenely large coke cups on the lid, he was genuinely expecting one last blow. Whether it was slipping on a freshly mopped floor or getting tripped by some imbecile happening by and wearing their meal home on his inevitable walk of shame. But as if by some divine intervention and only one terrifying cup wobble that magically righted itself, he made it over to the table in the corner occupied by the prettiest girl in the damn place without any sort of disaster.

Short of the horrifically overpriced pizza, that was.

"Either you're good luck, or I'm just having a good day." He decided as he slid her soda towards her. "I thought I was about to eat shit at least three times."

"Well, I made it this far," says Girl, with a smile, bending her head to take a swallow of her soda, her eyelashes fluttering at the sheer pleasure of it. "So maybe I am lucky." She grins at him. "You need to stick with me, clearly. I'll look after you."

"I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass, so I don't doubt it." He said with a raised brow and shaking off the image of her lips pursed around her straw. Flipping open the pizza box he eyed the disc of grease and cheese critically before deciding that it was acceptable, and that the smell might have even been worth the wait. Grabbing his chair, he casually pulled it from the opposite side of the table and a little closer to her own before taking a seat.

"As for sticking with you... well, there are definitely worse things I could imagine."

And then she's blushing again, just a little, as she reaches for a slice of pizza. She notices the way he places his chair. She shifts under the table so that her knee presses against his, her foot slipped between his, just a little.

"Good," she says. "I could get used to this. All the mundane stuff."

"Yeah?" He asked, focussing on grabbing himself a slice of pizza instead of the way her knee pushes against his, even if he might shuffle his legs a bit and press back.

"And just think, there's a long list of completely forgettable things to do." He added wryly, picking at a pepperoni and popping it into his mouth. "Go shopping, walk in the park, visit half assed and overpriced arcades, go bowling." His eyebrow creased. "Huh. Actually, I don't think I've even gone bowling before."

"Then we definitely have to go bowling," says Girl. "One hundred percent."

The pizza isn't the best that she's ever had but it's also not the worst and she just lets herself enjoy it, chewing for a second.

"I go to the beach a lot. Even growing up in California, I barely knew the ocean existed."

He was tempted to ask her if she even knew what bowling was if she was so willing to go out and try it. From what he knew it was a dull and unsanitary past time for the overweight lower middle class, and he was actually contemplating that and a bite of his pizza when she spoke next.

It was enough to actually make him forget to chew for a second.

"Wait," he halted her, wiping at his mouth with a napkin and swallowing. "The Zones were in California?"

She hadn't realised that that was something she hadn't told him. She nods, swallowing the bite of food that she's been chewing.

"Yup. All that's left of California. Zones one through six and Bat City. I don't know how Bat City maps onto Californian cities. So, I know Jack is from San Francisco."

It never would have occurred to him that the horrific place she had described could have actually been his own home state. Even with the knowledge that she was American, that the Zones were the result of war and desolation, California never would have been his first guess. It made sense in a strange way, if he guessed. She often felt like some kind of fictional character, too complex to be real, and if he was honest those sorts of things were almost always set in California.

It didn't make it any less weird though.

"That's insane," He said, still thrown by it. "I didn't-- I wouldn't have guessed that. I'm from California." He leaned back in his chair. "Just a very different version of it, I guess."

"Yeah," says Girl. "I mean, I don't remember anything before the wars, obviously, but Poison does. He remembers what it was like before." She worries her lip for a moment, takes another bite of her pizza. "Maybe everyone's from California." She smiles. "We should still totally go to the beach one day."

It was difficult to shake off the oddness of it, but her smile was definitely a good distraction. He can't resist a small grin in response before he takes a large bite from his pizza and chews, his mind already turning in double time as he thought out questions he would probably new never get answers to, like where she would have been from, what Clover would have looked like in her future, if their worlds were tied at all and he had narrowly escaped that future.

"We might want to go in the evening or I'll burn like a boiled lobster," he admitted dryly. "But... yeah. I haven't been out to the water here yet. I dunno, I guess it didn't occur to me." He'd been born and raised in California and only ever seen the ocean once, and that had only been a few days before the lightning, before Darrow.

"I could help you put on sunblock," says Girl, and the corner of her mouth quirks into a smirk, her eyebrows raising slightly. She likes it when he blushes. She's trying to get him to do it again. And the idea isn't unpleasant, either.

"We should," she says. "I'd like that."

Regardless of his determination to not, there was no stopping the slight heat that her offer brought up to his ears and for a moment all he could do was level her with a flat, suspicious look. She looked impish enough that it was almost cute and the best he could manage was a pointedly raised brow in return.

"You did that on purpose," he accused, and while his tone of dry there was already the slightest bit of a smirk starting to pull at the corners of his mouth. "Is this how it's going to go? I try to treat you like a normal boring teenage girl and you take advantage of me? You're lucky I want to see you in a bathing suit or I'd revoke the beach trip idea."

The raised eyebrow makes Girl smirk and she reaches for her soda, taking a sip, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"I don't know what you mean, man," she says, and then she bites her lip over a smirk. "And are you honestly complaining about the idea of being taken advantage of? Because I can be good. I can be so, so good." Her tilts her head. "But I do look awesome in a bathing suit."

The ribbing she offered in response was suggestive enough to just further the blaze of heat to his face, and if he hadn't been so distracted by the entertaining mental image of what she might look like in a swimsuit he would have been far crosser regarding it.

"You're terrible," he said flatly, but there was a grin threatening to contrast his tone. "But you're cute enough that I'll allow it. That, and the promise that there will be retribution at some point, and the revenge will be sweet." Grabbing his soda he took a sip, watching her carefully from over the top of his drink. "But alright, beach trip it is. Any other demands I should know about or are you just going to get me complacent and spring them on me?"

"I think I'll let you sweat a little," she says, still smiling sweetly at him as her hand brushes his knee under the table. "How long have you been in Darrow, anyway?"

"About five months." Carson answered, stilling a little when he felt her brush over his knee and then forcibly taking another casual sip from his soda. "Early February? It was weird, it had been March back home so the little time jump back was kinda crazy." With a cautious glance at her from the corner of his eye he tried to decide just how bold to play with being, then mentally shrugged and moved his his foot to press it closer to her's.

"What about you?" He asked as he grabbed for his pizza.

A Series of Unlikely Events - Boring Teenagers Date

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