EverytimeITryToTalkToYou;; SIM/VOGUE

[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Work. Work was the one place Aoife never felt like she was being useless. The one place where she could make money; her own money, and not have to worry about asking for loans, or borrowing from her brother, or parents. The thought of even talking about the simplest idea of borrowing money from parents who didn't believe her about her foster brother... Well, she just avoided that discussion completely.

Ever since she had passed out, Simeon had been around her frequently, even though he still ran off on his little nightly bang sessions with the girls he charmed into sleeping with him. Of course, she didn't care... right? Her hand met her face in an awkward, middle-of-the-street face-to-palm action. This was horrible. So horrible she couldn't even make up a word to describe anything worse than horrible. She liked a manwhore. not just any manwhore, but her brothers best friend of a manwhore. And it wasn't just a petty schoolgirl crush. No, it was a big, huge, hairy-assed, full-blown, gargantuan lovefest singing inside her stupid little heart. And she had only one thing to say to that.
"Fuck that noise." She grumbled inside her head before stomping the rest of the way to work.

It had only been two days since she had passed out, but the fact that she was even coming to work astonished her. She should of been in bed, resting up, considering she was probably screwed when it came to her proper medication ratio. Hell, she had to triple-check to make sure she had taken her medication this morning... Only because Henry was there, bed-headed and angry-looking, pointing at it and yelling for her to take it. Yes, she knew she had taken it... So, she wasn't overly worried about it for the time being.

When she stepped inside, and the warm air hit her face, she smiled weakly and ran her fingers through her now-chopped-off-and-blonde, hair. She had done it yesterday, and no one in the school, nor the outside world had seen it yet... Or so she hoped. She kind of wanted to surprise everyone. Her mind wandered slowly to what Simeon would think, but the rising colour in her already-rosy cheeks forced her thoughts of the boy who had her heart in his tight grasp away. Until she looked up at the ordering counter and saw him standing there.
Fuck.

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

something always brings me back to you

it never takes too long...

Not that Simeon didn’t appreciate having a job, but five in the morning was flat out a ridiculous time to have to be at work. Specifically on a Saturday, when somebody like him no doubt had better places to be. But no, he dragged himself out of bed at four, blindly threw on some work clothes (thank god he didn’t have to think about that part), ran a brush through his hair, and ran out of his frat house to catch the bus. He always looked different on Saturday, less groomed and slightly more rugged than usual. It wasn’t his favorite look, but as long as he was still appealing, he could live with it.

Espresso shots were the only way he made it through the rest of the morning. By ten, he’d consumed at least six. He burned off any of the jitters by cleaning counters and catering to the early morning customers. He often wondered just how insane somebody had to be to be awake before ten when offered a choice. The hell. Simeon just didn’t get it. If it weren’t for work, he’d still be out like a light. If it weren’t for the need for money, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get out of bed.

Swallowing another yawn, he glanced around the shop absently. A few patrons sat in various corners, chatting over their scones and coffees and Macbooks. Just as he chanced a lean against the counter in front of him, the little bell on the door gave a jingle and he straightened again, half-closed blue eyes shifting carelessly toward the entrance to regard the person who’d entered.

For a moment, he didn’t even recognize her, but he did a double take when two and two clicked in his occasionally dense head. Simeon stared for a moment, blinking, and his head tilted just slightly to the side as he regarded her.

“What happened to your—” He began to say, but stopped almost immediately. He knew better. A deep breath filled his chest, and then he let it slowly out, attempting to reclaim his thoughts. Four o’clock mornings made him stupider than usual. “Took me by surprise,” he continued a little more quietly. “Looks nice!”

Truth be told, he preferred her red hair, but he’d never say that to her. If he knew anything about Aoife, it was that he never knew what she would take offense to.

“So, uhh… You’re working today. Cool.” A little awkward? Perhaps. He’d seen a lot of her over the past few days, but that didn’t mean it always made him comfortable. Plus, he definitely didn’t want the subject of where he was last night to come up in conversation.

NOTES ! : he's weird when he stumbles...
TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD
WORD COUNT ! : 450
CREDITS ! : Me and Sara Bareilles's "Gravity".

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"Yeah. My roommate thought it'd be a nice prank to give me sleeping pills and bleach my hair." She touched the dead ends and sighed softly, before running her fingers through her hair. "It's still me, though. And my hair grows back ridiculously fast, so. I should be back to my weird-ass redhead self soon enough." She shrugged and bit her lip. "Jeffrey says he likes it better blonde, but I hate it." She rolled her eyes and slipped between him and the counter to grab her apron.

With a loud sigh, she turned and tucked some hair behind her ear, staring straight up at him.
"I don't know, Sim. What do you think? Red or blonde? You better say red." she held her index finger up at him and wiggled it, laughing softly as she watched him for his answer. When he changed the subject, she blushed and slipped away from him, shrugging a bit.
"Yes. I work today. Or else I wouldn't be here right now... Maybe." She poured herself a double shot of espresso. "I was up all night, so I just thought I come in to work anyway. I need the money..." She paused, thinking about home. Why was she raising money to go home, she'd never really understand... Maybe she was doing it to make herself a new home, here. Maybe. She still had details to work out, and she was constantly worrying about who she would even have a future with, here. Her eyes wandered to Sim, and she groaned, putting a hand to her face. Who was she kidding with the other guys? she wanted Sim.

"Uhm, so. How was your night?" She grabbed a few cups off the counter and went to the little sink to clean them. "Meet any interesting girls? Nice fling here or there?" She waved a soapy hand slightly and bit her lip, subconsciously scrubbing a little harder than she should have been, one of the porcelain cups broke in her grasp and she groaned quietly, pulling her hand out to inspect the damage done. There was a slight cut along the palm of her hand.
"I'm an idiot." she grumbled to herself and turned away from the sink after dumping the water out so clean and sterilize it. The first aid kit on the wall had become a familiar item she worked with. So, without really even thinking, she walked over and opened it up, getting out some gauze and tape, as well as the needle and thread.
"I'll be right back." She sighed quietly and moved to the back room, sitting down at the break room table. Sewing her hand up was not something she wanted to do today. Or lose more money to the shop by breaking more things. At least she made up for it in her work effort. She was the only one willing to work triple shifts; they wouldn't fire her over a cup every month when she was making enough money to pay for 200 cups.

Humming, she threaded the needle and held her hand up, examining the points that needed to be sewn up the most. Once she decided she could live without stitches at that moment in time, she put some steri-strips down to hold it together, and wrapped her hand up tightly in gauze to prevent it from bleeding too much. Then, she sat there, staring at her hand quietly.
"What am I doing..." She sighed and put her face in her hands, hunching over herself. "Stupid girl."


((OOC: OMG THIS SUCKS SO BAD. I'M SORRY.))

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

something always brings me back to you

it never takes too long...

Aoife was always a bit… abrasive for him, especially in the morning. Simeon rubbed his eyes, peering at her almost blearily as she approached him and looked at him. He had to think back for a moment to remember exactly what she’d said earlier. His mind hadn’t begun working at the rate that her mouth moved yet, but nothing could be done for it. She was a girl, after all, and he was a guy; he couldn’t think at the rate she spoke, let alone keep up in conversation. Not to mention he was exhausted. It’d been a good night, no doubt, but he thought perhaps he ought to keep partying to a minimum when he had to work in the morning. Oh, well; you only live once, right?

“Yes, red, red!” He replied, raising his hands between them. Aoife had a fiery personality that occasionally intimidated him, in its own way. Mostly, he just didn’t want to be in the way of her potential wrath. Even if he did not agree, which he did (he preferred redheads), he probably felt tired enough to lie anyway, just because he didn’t have the energy to deal with the repercussions otherwise. He wondered briefly what that Jeffrey guy was smoking. It’s not like she looked terrible with blond hair, but how the hell could it compare? He must be the boring type. Then again, Simeon didn’t like the poser to begin with.

Absently, he grabbed a rag and began wiping off the counter without really paying attention to what he was doing. His eyes wandered to her once or twice, but mostly, he stared straight ahead. Dammit, he just needed to go home and sleep. He glanced at the clock; three hours to go, although to be fair, it was about time for his lunch break. That brightened his mood a bit. At her question, however, he fought a scowl. How was it anyone else’s business who he’d spent the night with, specifically hers? He ignored the notion that he may just not want her to think about it and remained silent for a minute.

“My night was just fine. Nothing special.” He grunted in response as he continued to rub the counter. He wasn’t lying. It had been rather normal, actually. Not that he was disappointed, but it was nothing to write home about. Speaking of, he hadn’t spoken to his dad for a while. Maybe he should think about calling him tonight…

His muddled thoughts were interrupted by a crack and he flinched, glancing over his shoulder at his working companion. He blinked as she disappeared into the back. What did she do? Women, dammit, they were so much work! Grumbling, Simeon threw down the cloth he was using and tromped to the back. When he appeared in the doorway, he simply stood there for a few moments, watching, until his feet cooperated once more and he stepped inside and sat at the table. Carefully, he took her hand to examine the damage.

“Don’t know what you think you’re doing, silly girl,” he grumbled as he looked at it. “Trying to sew up a cut all by yourself… You could infect it or something stupid. Next time, go to a doctor, or I’ll be real angry with you, understand?” Needless to say, he got cranky when he was tired, but he surely meant it this time. She could hurt herself doing things like that! With another grunt, he gave her hand back and rose from the table. “Come on out when you’re ready to let me go on my lunch break. My stomach’s empty as my bank account…”

NOTES ! :

homigosh, being tired makes him crankyyyy. he's funny and grumbly when he's cranky, though. this is SO MUCH WORSE than yours, so whatever. xP
TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD
WORD COUNT ! : 608
CREDITS ! : Me and Sara Bareilles's "Gravity".

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[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Aoife bit her lip and watch him wander towards the door before reaching out. She grabbed his hand tightly and blinked at him.
"Wait..." She bit her lip and clung to his hand for a few seconds. Her brain screamed multiple swear words at her, before she finally let go of his hand.
KISS HIM OR SOMETHING GOD DAMNIT. Her brain screamed. Aoife flicked her hair out of her eyes and sighed softly, looking away from him. Her hands rose together against her chest and she met his eye, opening her mouth slowly to speak.
"I'm done now, you can have the break room." She managed to mumble, before moving past him. She was such a big wussy baby face no good pooper. She grabbed her apron again and ran out into the shop, running around to fix things up and clean dishes. Her heart fluttered and she groaned, wiping at her forehead to itch the skin that stretched across the bone and muscle underneath.
You're a fucking idiot, Aoife.

Sighing softly, she dumped a load of dishes into the little sink and flopped against the counter, staring at her hand. It hurt more than she had expected, but she continued on with her work, busing tables and waiting on people for their drink orders. The manager, a boy named Brody, was evaluating her performance for the day, and laughed when she flopped back into the kitchen center with more dishes.
"Busy day?" He chuckled.
"Tell me about it." Aoife laughed softly and ran her fingers through her hair, smiling. Brody chuckled and leaned against the counter.
"You could always take your break time, Eefs." He yawned and stretched out. "Come here, first. Gotta show you your evaluation." He wiggled his finger for her to come over. Aoife laughed a bit at his nickname for her and stepped up to him, looking over the evaluation.
"Looks good, Brody. Thanks a lot." She gave him a thumbs up. "You give me good evaluations. I must be more adorable than I thought." She laughed. Brody grinned and reached up, touching her face.
"Oh, definitely." He grinned and patted her cheek before leaning in and trying to kiss her.

Aoife's hands flew up instinctively and she put his hands on his chest, wide-eyed.
"I need to take my break time." She whispered, turning away quickly and running into the break room, slamming the door behind her. She finally took a gasp for air that she had apparently been holding and put a hand over her mouth, breathing quietly into it.
Oh my god. Her eyes raised to Sim, who was sitting at the table, staring.
"... Just on my break..." She said quietly, moving around the table to grab her lunch from the fridge, Her face felt hot, and she grumbled slightly at the fact that her cheeks were probably bright red. Stupid shit always had to go down at work, didn't it? Now she was just pissed off at Brody, and scared to get a bad evaluation.

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

something always brings me back to you

it never takes too long...

At this point, Simeon felt inclined to ignore everything. Rotten moods never turned out particularly well for him or anyone around him. This generally ended up being his permanent “Saturday morning mood,” at least since they started scheduling him for the five o’clock shift. He preferred ten or, better yet, two in the afternoon. But he always left work around one in the afternoon when he worked early. That was a bit of a perk. Still, some days, he wondered if he needed a job at all. It was so much damn trouble and he wasn’t particularly fond of his managers.

He glanced back at Aoife when she grabbed his hand, raising a brow curiously. She rarely ever touched him. This was strange. His eyes flickered from her hand to her face and he watched her in interest until she pulled away and spoke. Oh, break, that’s right. Break meant lunch, lunch meant food, and food meant he didn’t have to be hungry anymore. Like most guys, this mattered to him greatly, especially since his stomach began complaining about two hours earlier. Blinking, he nodded mutely and stepped back into the break room. “Thanks,” he mumbled, glancing after her as she left and shut the door behind her.

Simeon stood for a moment after she left before shrugging his shoulders and heading for the fridge. Aoife certainly was a strange girl. Pretty, but strange. Pretty and smart, but strange and emotional. He rubbed his forehead and gave a sigh. Girls were too complicated once you got to know them, which is why he made a point not to do so. He didn’t think sex was complicated at all. Relationships, however, platonic or not, were. It was easier just to keep your distance, in his opinion. Otherwise, you only made more trouble.

Reaching for the handle, he pulled the fridge open and removed his lunch bag from inside. Sitting at the table, he pulled his sandwich from inside, and resigned himself to eating and thinking quietly for his lunch hour. No need to pull out his phone; he’d probably only have a text from last night’s Whatsername asking him how work was, which he would promptly ignore. On the off-chance he ever saw her again, “my phone’s out of texts and minutes this month” or “it fell into a puddle” usually worked pretty well. He didn’t glance up until he heard the door open.

Aoife stood there, looking rather flushed and frazzled. Simeon blinked and watched her for a few moments, tilting his head when she mumbled something about a break.

“Already?” He answered curiously. “What happened? You run a marathon since the last time I saw you? You look awful flushed and winded…” Despite his joking tone, he was surprised to find that he actually did feel concerned. Had a customer threatened her or something? Wouldn’t be the first time it happened to either of them. People were assholes sometimes; she was just a girl, and thus had a less obstinate constitution than he did. “Sit down, will you?”

[/b] He continued, pulling out the chair beside him. “Tell me what the hell’s going on.”

NOTES ! :

arghhh, sorry this took me so long. january is birthday month in my family, so i'm sooo busy. this week's mine, so expect me to be out getting shitfaced from about wednesday to sunday, because that's what you do in america when you turn 21 apparently... xP
TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD
WORD COUNT ! : 524
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[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

The girls first instinct was to run. Run far, far, far away and never look back at Simeon ever, ever again. Running was a specialty. She had been running from everything since the beginning of life. Probably something she picked up from her birth parents, since they never seemed to live at the same house whenever Henry and her tried to find them. Instead, she found her feet carrying her slowly to the table and flopping down in the chair beside Simeon, staring at her lunch bag in her lap. What could she say? "Oh. Brody just tried to come onto me, and all I could think about was you. Not even my own boyfriend. Nah. Just you. Sorry about that."? No, she was a smart ass, but right now, she just felt like that scared little kid with her foster brother in the hallway closet while her foster parents were at an event with the other children. The reoccurring thought that Simeon wouldn't believe her, just like her foster parents popped up several times before she placed her lunch bag on the table and folded her hands neatly into her lap.
"Brody come onto me, and I have to break up with my boyfriend." She spoke quietly, before liking her lips and unpacking her lunch out onto the table.

She had homemade everything from scratch, after taking over the school kitchen for a good half hour. There was a fresh roast beef sandwich, two apples, a piece of tiramisu, some fresh squeezed orange juice, and some grapes. The first thing she went for was the tiramisu. She needed something fatty and delicious to get rid of the bitter taste of what felt like bile rising in her throat.
"I'm going to get a bad evaluation for turning him down, have to find a new job, survive off whatever the hell I have saved, which I don't even know..." She stabbed her fork into the tiramisu and ate it angrily, feeling her cheeks flare up in anger, this time.
"Fucking fuck fuckity fuck." Her mind was repeating swears over and over.

with a sidelong glance at Simeon, she smiled and shrugged, taking another bite of her dessert.
"Other than that, everything's just peachy." She shrugged and set down her food, grabbing the container of grapes. Grapes were delicious in times like these, right? She popped one into her mouth and sunk into her chair, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly.
"How's your break going?" She opened her eyes and offered him a weak smile, tilting her head towards him a bit. "Want some food?" She nudged some of the food over to him and rubbed at her eyes. "I made it myself. Apparently it's good. Henry likes it. And he's a picky little fucker..." She shrugged and leaned forward, looking at all the food she packed. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking about the other two female employees that were out there right now. She frowned and bit her lip. Most of the girls here got good evaluations... Which meant that they were probably sleeping with him or something. She grinned a bit and started to laugh softly, before getting progressively louder and doubling over herself. She forced herself into a calm state again and grabbed her tiramisu, eating it slowly.
"I'm going fucking crazy. Maybe I should just start screwing every guy who asks." She looked up at him and blinked, shrugging. "Seems to work for my brother."

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

Simeon’s eyes were trained on her, lips pursed as he tried to decipher just what was wrong with the girl. She was moody, sure, like any other girl he’d ever known (it was just a female thing, he supposed), but he rarely saw Aoife this worked up. She was usually pretty laid back at work, in her way, which is why he enjoyed his shifts with her – well, one of the reasons, anyway. But she seemed shaken and that concerned him a good deal. Blinking, he tilted his head to peer into her face as she took her seat beside him.

He wished he could say it didn’t surprise him. Immediately, his expression darkened and he grumbled something unintelligible. He’d never liked Brody. Guys who used their position as leverage to take advantage of girls were scumbags in his opinion. Sure, Simeon could be classified as a dog, but that was something he’d never think of doing. Management should be professional, in his view, and Brody never had been. Plus, he always gave Sim mediocre evaluations. His opinion? It was jealousy. He didn’t need to be a manager to get girls. He got them with his good looks and charm alone.

“Why don’t you talk to the owners?” He said, surprisingly gently. “Look, I’ll back you. The guy’s a douchenozzle. We can fix this…” Thinking back to what else she’d said, he frowned slightly. Break up with her boyfriend? Why the hell? “You won’t get fired, Aoife. You won’t. If you do, I’m beating the shit out of Brody. Might anyway, for that matter…” He trailed off, shaking his head, his lips pressed together in a tight line. How dare he. And Aoife, of all people! Why would he think for one moment— Simeon angrily stopped his train of thought. No point.

Two blue eyes peered at her curiously as she laid out her lunch, wondering how she could seem so suddenly calm at a time like this. Half of him wanted to reach out and put an arm around her, but he couldn’t know how she’d react to that. So, begrudgingly, he kept his hands to himself, his sandwich lonely and forgotten on the table in front of him. No, he didn’t want her food. What he wanted was to take that self-absorbed asshat out behind the counter back behind the dumpsters and lay him out flat. But he wouldn’t do that – yet. She needed him here more, he thought.

“Don’t you dare,” he murmured. “Don’t you do that, Lasairfhiona.” He knew her first name, but rarely ever used it; clearly, he spoke seriously now. “Not because of that fucking jackass. He’s not worth it, understand me?” Finally, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and coaxed her closer to him in a comforting way. Any normal girl and he might have tried to take advantage of the situation a little more, but Aoife was different. “It’ll be okay, Eefs. Hear me?” His fingers toyed with the end of a single lock of blond hair in what he hoped was a soothing way. “Remind me why it is you have to break up with your boyfriend?” Not that she’d told him. Eh, he’d never liked the guy anyway.

NOTES ! : OKAY, birthday week over, back to activity. sorry for the wait and absence, dear!
TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD
WORD COUNT ! : 539
CREDITS ! : Meeeeeee, Vogue.

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[LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER]

Aoife blinked a bit when he tugged her over and flailed her arms slightly before flinging them around his torso tightly so she wouldn't topple off her chair. Her eyes stared blankly at the ground as he spoke, and she laughed a bit at the use of her full name. Jeeze, he only used that when he felt like pronouncing it. It was kind of adorable, and made her heart flutter happily inside her chest, as if a butterfly was trying to rip it up through her throat. She couldn't decide if it was a pleasant feeling or not, but she sighed loudly and stayed put, staring at his shoes. He had nice work shoes. They were black. She couldn't really tell the brand name from her position, but she rather liked them. Much better than her damn comfortable nurse shoes she had. They were on sale and made her feet feel like they could sing, really. She adored her shoes, but his were much better.

Taking in a deep breath, she smiled when he said her nickname and pulled back a bit, letting his arm hang loosely around her shoulder as she thought of what to say. What could she say? "Oh, yeah, by the way. I'm in love with you, sooooo, I can't date anyone else without thinking it's you. My bad."? Somehow she didn't think that would really go off well. He'd probably freak out at her for ruining their friendship or something. Instead, she picked up a grape and popped it into her mouth, thinking to herself, before finally answering.

"Because I don't like him." She paused, then shrugged. "And I'm in love with someone else." She nodded, eating another grape. Well, it wasn't a lie. She didn't really like her boyfriend all that much anymore. And she was in love with someone else. "Also, I might as well be on the market if guys are going to come after me." She joked, looking up at him with a smile. "Honestly, it's fine. I'm just a spaz. It doesn't matter." She waved a hand and leaned in a bit, fitting her head in the little nook between this collar bone and torso.
"It'll be fine. I'll just talk to Marty about it when she comes in." She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, relaxing under his arm, before her eyes flung open.

How the hell did they just get so close? She moved away and unpacked a juice box from her lunch bag, flustered again.
"Thanks, though." She looked up at him, smiling weakly. "It's kind of nice that you're not on his side." She shrugged. "Most guys who just agree, 'oh yeah she's hot.' or whatever, so..." She shrugged. "I don't even know. Thanks. It means a lot." She looked back at her juice box and stuck the straw in, before sucking all the juice out in a little under 20 seconds.
"Mmm. Apple juice..."


((OOC: Haha. It's okay. I've been kind of slacking on my own posts, so yeah. Hahaha. BTW, is he going to the event? O: ))

[SIMEON DONALD O'MALLEY]

Simeon shifted in his seat slightly as he tried to become a little more comfortable with the situation at hand. He didn’t comfort girls; he usually just slept with them and let somebody else comfort them when they realized that he wasn’t what most would refer to as “monogamous,” i.e. they discovered his not-so-discreet other partners. If they didn’t know his reputation by now, they sort of deserved whatever they got. This was different. He wasn’t attempting to seduce Aoife. In fact, he wasn’t trying to do anything but make her feel better. Nobody else could, and he couldn’t leave her to deal with it on her own.

Absently, he continued to toy with her hair a little, his blue eyes trained on her face as she spoke. His lips twitched into a frown, eyebrows tilting downward as he looked at her more closely. What? He supposed it made sense in an odd way, to break up with someone because she didn’t like him, but just a week ago… Oh, well. Whatshisface would be gone, at least. Simeon had a bad feeling about him to begin with. The thing that really surprised him was her next comment. In love with someone else. Well, that was weird. His lips pulled together in a thin line, but he decided not to comment for the moment. Maybe later.

His hand tucked a little closer as she leaned down on his shoulder and he stroked her head absentmindedly, comfortingly, since she seemed to appreciate it. It mattered; he knew it mattered, but if she didn’t want it to, he wouldn’t negate it. This contact seemed to sooth her more than his clumsy words ever could. Where seduction was concerned, he was smooth, but he purposely became apathetic when issues like this came up. With Aoife, he couldn’t bring himself to be so indifferent.

“There’s no side to take, Eefs,” he said simply as she broke away from him, apparently finished. “The guy’s an ass, I’m not his friend. If he had any balls, he wouldn’t have to resort to blackmail to get laid. You shouldn’t have to deal with him.” He gave a half-smile, reaching over to kidnap one of her grapes and pop it in his mouth. Crunchy, the best kind. His smile widened a little and he nudged her playfully in the shoulder. “Forget about it for now. Talk to Marty later. I’ll keep an eye on Brody for today, make sure he doesn’t pull any more stunts.”

Once again, he picked up his sandwich and took another bite, chewing thoughtfully as he thought back to what she said earlier. It sparked his curiosity, naturally. It crossed her mind to ask her to go with him to the dance, since they both seemed to be without dates. His dumped him when she saw him chatting up a girl in his English class. He thought it’d be fun, but if she had someone she wanted to go with, he supposed he’d find someone boring – or go alone and unattached.

“So, who’s Prince Charming?”

NOTES ! :

of course he's going to the event, he's simeon! xP i'm actually really excited about it. when exactly does it start?
TAGS ! : Rhia and AOIFE! =DDDD
WORD COUNT ! : 510
CREDITS ! : Meeeeeee, Vogue.

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