madesomenoise: (Poison please)
The Girl ([personal profile] madesomenoise) wrote2016-06-19 12:21 pm
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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?"
boywhoflew: (rumpled | eager)

[personal profile] boywhoflew 2016-06-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Carson had absolutely no idea what he should be doing with himself. Taking a girl to a movie, in theory, had seemed like the stereotypical and token choice, but it hadn't been until they had settled in to quietly sit in the dark he had realized how much of a mistake it might have been. The movie was by Darrow's standard not too bad. By the standards back home he probably would have rated it as awful. But even a few minutes in it had become apparent that it was almost impossible to even pay attention when he was so aware of Dee sitting next to him and the growing reality of the fact he was on a date and had no idea what he was doing.

Walking out of the cinema was as much of a relief as it was a fresh wave of nerves, but at Dee's voice he couldn't help but blink down at her and get that same jumble of excited fluttering he'd felt at prom. As much as he wanted to assure himself it was indigestion he had a pretty clear inkling that it wasn't.

"We could walk around a bit if you want," he suggested with a slight shrug. "Or-- hm. There's a foodcourt on the other side of the mall. Did you want to get some pizza or something?"