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Playing With Fire

Fire doesn't burn if you're already dead ► Private Roleplays for lmaokickit & Nethereal; trespassers will be torched......

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Created: 09-12-2015, 04:31 AM

 

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    "Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
    Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
    And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
    They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak"

    Strange Love - Halsey

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    Curtains drawn, lights off, Alex frowned at her laptop, tapping keys to move her character through the abandoned hospital. In retrospect, these games were always more fun late at night, but she was bored, and had nothing to do, as per usual. Summer had just started, meaning she no longer had school to keep her life on a somewhat healthy and normal schedule, so here she sat, holding her breath as her character pushed open a door. Nothing happened. just as she let out a breath and turned her character around, there was a loud shriek as a demon flashed onto the screen. Alex squeaked, shoving her laptop away from her body as hard as she could, sending it off the end of the bed with a thud. Only moments later, she groaned, mumbling under her breath as she leaned down to pick it back up, "Son of a-"
    A knock on the door interrupted her statement. "Alex?" Without waiting for a response, the owner of the voice -her mom- pushed the door open.
    Alex paused, looking up at her mom. "Yeah?"
    "I know you don't want to be bothered, but we need to talk about something."
    Alex frowned. "If this is about Amelia, I'd really rather-"
    "No, it's not- Just, listen."
    ----
    "No."
    "This isn't a choice, Alex."
    "Well, too bad, because there's no way you're making me do this."
    "Come on, the Amador's are a nice-"
    "No, mom, the Amador you're speaking of in particular is not nice." Alex's lip started to curl at the thought of him, all smirks and winks and shaggy black hair.
    "Give him a chance!"
    "No, mom! God, I know you're worried something'll happen to me now that I'm the only kid you have left, but I'm seventeen!"
    "This isn't about that."
    "Oh, yeah? What's it about, then."
    "You're lonely."
    "I am not."
    "Alexandra." Her mom's lips pressed together into a tight line. Alex glowered, arms folded over her chest.
    "Don't use that."
    "Alexandra, I said you were staying there, and I've already made arrangements with the Amador's, so it's happening."
    "Why can't I just go on that stupid vacation with you guys?"
    "We already booked tickets. It's only a month, Alex, grow up." Alex's mom stood up, took one step towards the door before pausing. "Amelia wouldn't have argued."
    "Yeah, well I'm not Amy."
    Alex's mom sighed, shaking her head. "Make sure you've packed, we're taking you over there first thing tomorrow." With that final remark, she left, leaving the door open, light streaming into the otherwise dark room from the hallway, landing on Alex, alone.

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    Brynn Amador received the first sign that his scowl was a tad less subtle than intended only seconds after the crime had been committed. Delicate arms took their place on the woman's hips and she bat thick, perfect eyelashes at him furiously, light blue peeking at him through narrowed eyes. Five, four, three—lips shiny with wine-coloured lipstick pursed into a frown, the type only mothers could make as they silently assaulted you with their disappointment, and then: "Brynn Ambrose Amador, I expected much more of you!"

    There it was.

    "Ma, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I just had plans, y'know, and I kinda wish you'd just let me know earlier." He stumbled over his words, trying to fix his mistake and hide the smell of alcohol on his breath (a task she made difficult this close) and fight the urge to groan. The boy loved his mother when he reminded himself she wasn't all giggles and 'Brynny, darling' and inviting Alex over for practically a year. Now, however, was just one of those times when telling himself she could be 'cool' was more than difficult.

    "Oh, Brynny darling,"—there went his resolve—"I'm sorry, I just want the Sietta's to know what a good boy you are, always on your best behaviour. Your dad and I know it, but parents are always a little wary trusting their little girl with a boy. Or should I say man, hmm?"

    He forced a smile as she pinched his cheeks, didn't flinch as she tipped to place one of those overdone things she called 'kisses' on his forehead and shuffled off in heels much too high for a 'vacation' to answer the doorbell.

    And there goes my summer.


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    "Can I ring the doorbell again?"
    "Alexandra."
    Alex hid her smile, slight as it was. "Just asking."
    Her dad muttered something she couldn't hear, though she couldn't care less. She'd spent her entire morning making their lives as miserable as she could without digging herself in deeper, her own tiny rebellion. She had to accept that she would be staying at his house for practically the whole summer, but she certainly did not have to like it.
    The door swung open, revealing Mrs. Amador, teetering on heels that brought her up to the same height as Alex's own mom. Honestly, it was incredible that someone so short was half the reason nature's biggest mistake was created. Her face broke into a grin, and she reached down to embrace Alex.
    "Oh, look how big you've gotten since last I saw you! Aren't you growing to just be a perfect little lady."
    Alex smiled, more politely than anything, as she was very aware that she looked nothing like a lady in an old oversized star trek t shirt that belonged to one ex or another, torn up jeans, and old sneakers. But she could feel the eyes on the back on her head, practically burning into her skull. "Nice to see you, Mrs. Amador."
    "Oh, come in, come in!"
    She moved out of the way, and Alex stepped inside, lugging her suitcase with her.

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    Brynn took the opportunity that his mother's turned back presented to release something of a sigh-groan-plea for mercy. Perhaps this was karma for breaking his fair share of flimsy teenage girl hearts; perhaps it was karma for blaming his mother's missing cupcakes on an all too easy to blame father and a small reminder the fridge was shared property. He opened his mouth to release some stress, curse a bit, plead a bit more, but his intentions were cut short when Brian swaggered into the room and he was forced to pretend to smile once more.

    "Brynn." His father acknowledged his presence with a sharp nod and quirk of thick, too-well-maintained eyebrows. His father was the sort of man you wouldn't necessarily expect to set spa reservations and barber appointments in the same manner he scheduled meetings with law firms, yet he did. He flashed pearly teeth in a smile as fake as his son's before walking on with a shrug of broad shoulders and finding himself leaned against the door-frame and overshadowing his petite wife.

    "Oh, Brian, that's not the shirt I set out for you, hon." His mother crinkled her nose at the sight of her husband, dressed like people actually did when they intended to relax, a stark contrast to her expensive sundress and gold jewelry.

    Brynn decided he'd had enough of that conversation and was just about to plop onto the couch and cry himself into a deep sleep when—"Brynn, Alex is here! Come say hi, darling!"

    The walk to the door felt like walking through prison corridors to an execution room, but he smiled through it and pointedly looked forward to greet the monster's more bearable parents with a grin. "Where's—oh, Alex. Have you gotten a bit shorter?" His parents chuckled at the joke, his father giving him a 'manly' thump on the back.

    "Not everyone can be as tall as you, now, son." He turned his attention back to his 'friends.' "I'm afraid this one's looking to surpass me."

    "At least this way, no one will doubt he's your son. He looks nothing like you, hon." His mother jumped in, and yet again Brynn forced himself to chuckle politely at their painfully bad jokes.

    'Save me, God. Please.'

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    Alex's eyes narrowed in anger, but she kept up the smile, lips pressed together as if she was afraid if she relaxed she'd start baring her teeth. "Well aren't you just hilarious." Somehow, she managed to make the sentence sound good-humored, probably because she had witnesses. "Really, I am lucky though. It must be so hard to be so tall, of course, as you must hit your head on door frames all the time. Though, that would explain some things."
    Her dad coughed, sharply, but Alex didn't flinch, her eyes betraying both her irritation and her amusement. She did turn when her mom spoke up, though.
    "Oh, is it that time already? We should really head out, don't want to miss the plane!" She laughed, a high pitched noise that basically translated to static in Alex's head. "Oh, and Alex? Please give me the keys.
    'God, no.'
    "The what?"
    "The keys, honey. Don't want you accidentally losing them here, now, do you?" Mrs. Sietta laughed, but her meaning was clear: she wasn't letting Alex have a chance of being left alone for a month. Alex forced a smile and fished in her pocket, purposefully dragging it out as long as possible. There was only so long she could do so without looking suspicious, though, and finally she dropped the keys in her mother's hand. Her pale, slender fingers closed around them, and she dropped them in her purse, eradicating Alex's last hope for freedom.
    "Well, we should go! Bye, sweetheart, we'll miss you!" Her mom stooped down to kiss her much shorter daughter's cheek, using the opportunity to mutter a quick reminder to behave.

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    He watched, helpless, as the four ambled off to their cars. Brian Amador slipped into the deep emerald convertible—Brynn's favourite of their cars, and he was almost offended that Brian would take it—with practised ease, firing up the engine and relaxing as the car purred in response. The car's horn sounded, frighteningly loud in the silence of Harlow Heights and his mother pushed her husband further into his seat to wave a delicate goodbye and blow the two a kiss.

    And then, with the background music of wheels gripping asphalt and chirping birds, his chance at a fun summer drove away with grins. As soon as they were out of sight, Brynn's lips curled as he glared down at the petite devil on his doorstep, staring back up with the same fiery hatred. "Let's make this simple. You stay the heck away from me and I won't make your life a worse hell than it already is."

    With that warning, he took deliberate steps into his house, sandals clacking against the marbled tile and reverberating throughout the large house. Brynn fumbled with the many items stuffed into the pockets of well-ironed sweatpants that looked too expensive to be taken to any sport but golf, finally grasping the phone that had eluded his grasp. A few buttons later, he had confirmed a relaxing beach trip an hour later where there were sure to be people that could make him forget for a while that he was sharing a house with her.


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    Alex rolled her eyes, following him into the house. "I do need to know where the guest room is, you know. The one furthest from you, preferably." Her bag dragged along the ground, her own steps much quieter than his. "Unless, of course, you want me to camp out on the couch, so I can watch your every move. That seems fun, doesn't it?" She practically chirped that last statement in a purposefully poor mock of his mother.

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    Gentle steps clip-clopped behind his slower, stronger strides, along with the incessant 'scritch' noise of Alex's bag being lazily dragged along their delicate floor tiles. "Jeez, give me that." Brynn snatched the offending bag from the loose hold Alex had on its straps, slinging it over one shoulder and carrying on. The house was reassuringly quiet, warm yet not oppressively so, and the scent of lilac danced in and out of range; it was all a nice reminder of 'home,' more so than the grand stairs or the comfy sofa—well, no, he did love that sofa, the only one the young man had ever come across that was long enough for him to stretch out and take a nice nap. Lips pursed in a show of being indifferent to Alex, pale eyes trained carefully forward as to see only rebellious ginger strands as far as she went. Yet, nature's biggest mistake could not resist a: "My every move? Voyeurism is not a healthy hobby, Miss Sietta."

    Brynn Amador skipped into the kitchen, devil in tow, flinging open the towering white doors of the fridge without hesitation. Its shelves were lined with the usuals, add a few cupcakes stashed at the top where a certain household member had no chances of even glimpsing the stolen treats and an inviting six pack of beers. His father knew, of course, that he drank; however, he was convinced that was a 'one or twice a month' occurrence and 'not unusual for a curious boy' and so sneaking deserts like those in were easy-peazy, hide-them-from-mom-lemon-squeezy. "Alex, up for a drink?" He turned to face her, his expression daring, smirk screaming 'bet you couldn't' in an annoyingly silent tone. "You know, Alexandra, you're not so much of an eyestrain. Maybe if you brush your hair, get some sun, and hit puberty, you might be able to actually get a boyfriend."



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    While she was caught slightly offguard at how forcefully he grabbed her bag, Alex couldn't help but smirk when he did. She'd kinda hoped she could annoy him into carrying it for her. Not that it was all that heavy, it was just a bit of a hassle to drag it everywhere with her. "Oh, please, the concept doesn't seem that pleasant to me either. I'd really rather hide in the guest room than see your... exploits."
    She followed him into the kitchen, eyes rolling when he offered her a drink. "And in what universe is it a good idea for me to share a drink with you? You act as if I have no idea what goes on in this house." She over-exaggerated a shudder.
    At the use of the name Alexandra, however, she immediately cooled. "Alex," she corrected automatically, her voice hardening slightly, before remembering herself. Don't let him get to you. So instead she sighed, shaking her head in mock-sadness. "Wow, Brynn, you say that like I've never dated anyone."

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    "In this universe, babe. As in the one where, y'know, you couldn't even pay me to touch you. What goes on in this house is between me and cute girls—cute ones, mind you." Brynn grabbed two bottles from the top shelf, the glass familiarly cold against his hands, a welcome change to his guest's fiery attitude. He set the beer on the kitchen counter, licking his lips, the taste of cherry lip balm (not that he would admit to owning it) settling on his tongue. In a swift motion, the boy wiped the condensation from his hands and onto his shirt and plopped himself on the marble counter, something he did so often even his mother let him get away with it.

    "Hm.You say that like you have, Alex. Have you?" The boy hid the frown playing across his lips with an exaggerated gasp, eyebrows raised in inquisitive surprise. "I can't believe it. You of all people? A boyfriend? No, no. Couldn't happen. I'd say a girlfriend; that way, she won't be put off by your lack of feminine assets." Brynn flashed a charming, 'friendly' smile, making sure to rub the insult in as much as she'd let him (he knew he had less of an effect on her these days, but it hardly bothered him; if anything, it made their little game all the more fun). "But, anyway, have a drink. I know I need one to survive a day of you. I'm sure your feelings are similar."

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    A slight pang of annoyance registered when he sat on the counter, not so much because she didn't think people should sit on counters, but because she'd planned to sit there to try and even out the height difference. That was clearly no longer an option, however, as doing so would mean she'd have to move closer to the nuisance, which was never something she was willing to do.
    A slight smirk appeared on her face at that, however. "Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Well, most recently it was the former." She shrugged, leaning back against the wall. "I mean, I know it must be a shock, anyone being able to actually keep a relationship going. I mean, since you obviously can't. But, as for the drink, you did raise a good point. I mean, it's not like in this universe I'd ever let you come near me, even if I was drunk."

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    "Most recently," Brynn repeated with a growing smirk, dark eyebrows raising in amusement. Vibrant eyes rolled at her 'subtle' insult, too used to her teasing to feel offended. They both had their own repeated insults for the other—short, womaniser; ugly, mistake—and their conversations were like a broken record. Yet, still oddly enjoyable in the 'I hate this' sort of way. "Funny how you say that, since I remember you using the word 'was.' Obviously, Alex, you're not one to speak."

    Spoon in hand, the boy, with some struggle, popped the caps from both bottles (a task that would have been easier if he knew where his mother had stashed the bottle opener, but he couldn't exactly call and ask without her prying). "Tch, 'course not. Being drunk brings out the stupid in people, and you're already stupid enough to chase away any good-looking boys to begin with. But come on, Alex, a sip of beer won't hurt. I don't think you're that much of a lightweight."

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    "Mmmmm, I dunno Brynn. I mean, all my relationships at least last a month. I don't think you've ever dated anyone that long, if what you do can be called dating. I wonder why that is...?" Alex raised one eyebrow, her smirk growing. If she had to be honest, this part of their dealings she didn't mind so much. None of his insults really stung anymore, anyway.
    With that last insult, she almost laughed."Oh, please, you just wish I'd chase away more good-looking girls so there'd be more on the market for you." Still, she held out her hand to accept the beer, something she rarely indulged in anymore, but she had a feeling she was going to need it.

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    Brynn gave an easy smile at her little argument, eyebrows raised in amusement and shoulders trembling in stifled laughter. "No, you're right. I don't date. I have a bit of fun every now and then. Loosen up, try it. Much better than tying yourself to someone who'll probably not remember your name in a few years time. I leave commitment to the 30 year olds." The boy took a swig of his drink, sighing at how refreshing it felt (it had only been a few days since his last drink, but somehow he missed the bitter liquid more than he cared to admit to himself). Another sip.

    "See, that's the thing; I don't. Every girl's on the market for me. Single, taken, doesn't matter. They all want me. You do too. But it's okay, I know you hate me too much to admit you like my face." He finally handed her the bottle, letting their hands linger longer than they needed to, long fingers brushing her cool skin. Brynn gave a quick wink, forcing the childish grin to stay off his lips and keep the flirty smirk he was going for. She really was just too much fun.

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    Alex smirked, rolling her eyes. "Oh, yeah, sure I want you." She raised one eyebrow, pausing just long enough to confuse him before continuing. "No, really, I do. Want you out of my life, want you to find someone else to bother, want you to leave me alone. Unfortunately, you don't seem to want the same thing." She frowned, shaking her head sadly. She accepted the bottle though, refusing to allow him any satisfaction of a reaction from either the touch or the wink. Unfortunately, redheaded skin meant she probably did end up looking at least a tiny bit pinker, but hopefully not so much that he'd notice.

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    Brynn didn't hide his surprise at that; his eyes desperately scanned the redhead's face for the tell-tale signs that she was messing with him. He found them seconds before she went off on her little tangent. It didn't hurt, of course (except maybe it did just a bit), but his cheeks went more red than he wanted them to. Yet, he was sure the redhead felt the same; yeah, he noticed her little blush. It was a more innocent side of the girl that he rarely saw, but one that, for the sake of his sanity, he preferred not to. The longer he thought about it, the more he felt his cheeks heating up in what was most absolutely definitely anger. Definitely. "Leave you alone? You were the one following me. You're the one in my house, Alex. You—" The young man was interrupted by his phone blaring his current song obsession and flashing bright shades of 'answer-me-lazy-ass' blue.

    "Something came up, huh? No, no. It's fine." He took another swig of his drink; he'd need it if he had to spend the entire night with this chick. Friends always had lives or whatever to tend to when you needed them. Brynn took another fleeting glance at the petite girl, absentmindedly looking her up and down. If it meant not spending time with her, he might just go wander aimlessly, watch a movie. But then what if his mom called while he was out? What if she hurt herself without him to make sure she didn't do anything stupid? Little kids on the news often did manage to burn their houses down. He couldn't just leave her, he guessed. "Alex, d'you—actually, no, never mind." The beer really needed to hurry up and work its magic before she made him explode.


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    Brynn didn't hide his surprise at that; his eyes desperately scanned the redhead's face for the tell-tale signs that she was messing with him. He found them seconds before she went off on her little tangent. It didn't hurt, of course (except maybe it did just a bit), but his cheeks went more red than he wanted them to. Yet, he was sure the redhead felt the same; yeah, he noticed her little blush. It was a more innocent side of the girl that he rarely saw, but one that, for the sake of his sanity, he preferred not to. The longer he thought about it, the more he felt his cheeks heating up in what was most absolutely definitely anger. Definitely. "Leave you alone? You were the one following me. You're the one in my house, Alex. You—" The young man was interrupted by his phone blaring his current song obsession and flashing bright shades of 'answer-me-lazy-ass' blue.

    "Something came up, huh? No, no. It's fine." He took another swig of his drink; he'd need it if he had to spend the entire night with this chick. Friends always had lives or whatever to tend to when you needed them. Brynn took another fleeting glance at the petite girl, absentmindedly looking her up and down. If it meant not spending time with her, he might just go wander aimlessly, watch a movie. But then what if his mom called while he was out? What if she hurt herself without him to make sure she didn't do anything stupid? Little kids on the news often did manage to burn their houses down. He couldn't just leave her, he guessed. "Alex, d'you—actually, no, never mind." The beer really needed to hurry up and work its magic before she made him explode.


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    There was the reaction she was hoping to get. Her smirk reappeared on her lips as she pressed the beer to her lips, taking a wuick drink of the bitter liquid. Sure, it wasn't her fault that she was being forced to stay here, but it was hard to get him to lose his cool, so she'd accept that small innacuracy. When his attention was diverted by whatever that song was, though, her smirk faded into something nearing a frown, not that he'd notice.
    Her frown only grew deeper with the words not directed at her. She had been hoping he would have plans, he always had plans, and at least then he'd leave her alone. But apparently not. His next sentence, half-finished and directed at her, drew her out of that mood. "Do I what?"

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    Brynn shrugged nonchalantly; at least, he hoped that was the air it gave off. "D'you w-wanna,"—God, don't stutter!—"just, I don't know, go to the movies or something? I don't wanna stay in the house all day, but it's not like I can leave a baby here on her own. I guess I gotta be a responsible parent and all." The young man chewed on his lower lip absentmindedly, keeping his thoughts as occupied as humanly possible, any thought besides him practically asking the devil on a date was fine by him.

    If only it was that easy to ignore. She made it fairly difficult, what with standing right there and all. Why was she that close to him, anyway? Hadn't she made it fairly clear she wanted nothing to do with him? He'd have expected at least a few metres of distance. But no, Alex was right there, and he could see her barely average face accentuated by her barely average body and tired-angry eyes barely focused on him. She wasn't cute (not really, anyway). Of all the girls in the country, it had to be Alex that he was forced to share a confined space with. Of course.


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    Alex raised an eyebrow. It almost looked like he was fidgeting. Weird.
    She pursed her lips, deliberating. True, she kinda just wanted to hole up in a guest room and never leave again. But movies had popcorn. More importantly, he probably wouldn't try and harass her during the movie. If they stayed home, there was every chance he'd continue harassing her, if only because he was bored. That made the choice for her. "Yeah, okay. But I get to pick which movie we're seeing." Another slight pause, and then her second requirement: "And you have to buy me popcorn with extra butter. And a soda." Her arms folded, expression hardening slightly in a way that almost dared him to argue with her.

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    "Sure, wh—" Brynn was cut off by her demand. He raised an eyebrow at the girl's obvious desire for popcorn, the bad kind with too much going on and not enough salt, but smiled nonetheless, if only in silent laughter at her crappy eating habits. Even better that she wanted a whole tub of the stuff to herself, anyway, she'd keep her hands off his food. He'd buy her two large popcorns with all the butter she wanted if it would keep her quiet and away from his nachos.

    "And a soda?" Brynn repeated, feigning shock. "A diet one, I hope. It's summer, Alex, don't blame me when you've gotten yourself chubby on greed and can't fit into your bikinis. But then again, maybe a little weight would help give you some curves. God knows you need it." He sauntered past, giving her a light pat on the shoulder as he did, with another long swig of his beer. "I'll get you whatever, go crazy if you want, I'm in the spending mood today. I'll take a quick shower—no peeking, you perv'—and we can go. Take the time to change into clothes that aren't five years old if you want, though I'm kinda guessing you won't."

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    Alex rolled her eyes at his statement, biting back her own remark about how she wasn't the one who needed to watch their weight. "Well, Brynn, I could change if you'd at least tell me where I'm supposed to be staying during my time here. I mean, sure, I could just hang out in the living room all the time, change there too, I'm sure you'd love that. I'd prefer not to, though. It's your choice, I suppose." She shrugged slightly, picking her bag back up from where he'd set it.

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    "I thought I'd told you the living room is fine. Nothing I've never seen before, not that I'll even be here to see it. What are you hiding, anyway? Your cute little A cups? Well, I guess you have nice enough legs, but I'd flaunt whatever I could if I were you." The male gave a soft chuckle at what he thought was a good way to reclaim lost ground (he could still feel his cheeks tingling at the thought of her blushing). He hoped they'd formed some sort of silent agreement—'I won't mention your blush if you don't bring up mine, and we'll go along with our usual. '

    "But anyway, there's a guest room upstairs. The one on the left, okay? The right is my room, and I'm sure you wouldn't to suffer with me or anything that reminds you of me more than you need to. Five minutes. At least, you know, try. Fix that stray strand of hair while you're at it." With that, Brynn jogged upstairs, retreating into the bathroom beside his bedroom, the one reserved for all the 'necessities' he didn't understand how his parents lived without.


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    Alex gave him a few seconds to practically run up the stairs before she followed after, taking the directions to the guest room. She pushed the door open and collapsed on the bed, not bothering to get ready yet. For Brynn, five minutes meant a lot closer to thirty, and she wouldn't need more than two to make sure she was presentable enough for the outside world. After all, it wasn't like they were going on a date or anything, no need to look nice. She pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolling through her contacts until she found the name she was looking for. She hesitated before hitting the call button, pressing the device to her ear, not having to wait long before the familiar voice spoke in her ear.
    "Well, well, look who decided to call."
    Alex practically winced at her friend's cool tone. "Clara-"
    "Are you finally so bored that you decided to call your so-called best friend, or do you need something."
    So she was mad. "Clara, listen, I'm really-"
    "Where are you, anyway?"
    "Uh..."
    "What, you're not even gonna tell me where you are? I know you're not home, I saw you leave. What, you're at your boyfriend's or girlfriend's or whoever's house?"
    "No! I don't even have-" She cut herself, shaking her head before trying again. "Christ, would you listen to-"
    "Nope. I'm still mad at you. You've barely spoken to me for months, Alex, and I'm tired of it. I know you're struggling but you can't just shut everyone out."
    "I'm trying-"
    "Not hard enough."
    She flopped back onto the bed with a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Would you please just let me apologize?"
    "I'm listening."
    "I'm sorry for being an awful friend and ignoring you-"
    "As you should be."
    "Clara!"
    "Carry on."
    Another groan. "As I was saying, and ignoring you even when you were trying to help me." Silence. "Do you forgive me?"
    A pause from Clara's end, a tired sounding sigh. "That was the worst apology I've ever heard."
    "It's not like I apologize often."
    "Isn't that the truth. I guess I kinda forgive you-"
    "Thank god!"
    "But I'm still angry." Alex started to groan again, though she was cut off by a sharp, "Don't you groan at me!"
    "Sorry."

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    "Alex? Come on, I'm ready," the male called. He ran the brush through his hair a few more times, trying to comb out the 'I just washed and straightened this' look. Sure, the 'I'm ready' thing might have been a bit of a lie, but he was half-way in the hallway (still leaning on his door, shirt in hand, cologne still damp on his skin) and she wasn't. "Hurry up."

    Brynn carefully dragged the tee over his head, whispering a silent prayer that it didn't mess up the hair he had just managed to get perfect. He was reminded once again that he had managed to grow just a bit this summer as the shirt stopped short above his light jeans, not that he was in the mood to care about a tiny peek of his stomach, but he ducked back into his room to tie a jacket around his waist and 'fix' it either way.

    Again, into the hallway, and the redhead wasn't there. His eyes trailed lazily over the walls he'd grown up seeing, the painfully cheesy family pictures decorating them, and the dying plants he was supposed to be watering. Usually, the house smelled like air freshener and his parents' cooking (probably pasta and lots of sauce if it was his dad in the kitchen), but now, in a testament to his parents' absense, it smelled like him—an improvement, really. He could get used to this.

    And he would if Alex took another year to get out. Sure, he'd only been waiting for like, two minutes, but it wasn't like she was actually getting changed or anything. Or maybe she was? So what if she is? Not like it'd help her. . .She'd look good in a skirt, maybe, not like she'd wear one. But, the boyish look does fit her. . .kinda.

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    Alex glanced at the door when Brynn called for her to hurry up, lips pressed into a tight line. "Give me ten seconds, you-"
    "Who was that?"
    Alex's eyes widened, realizing Clara was still on the line. "Uh. It was-"
    "That sounded an awful lot like Brynn."
    "Wh- No! No. I would never- I mean, why would I be at his house, I can't stand him!"
    "I never said you were at his house." Alex didn't need to see her friend to hear the smirk that somehow managed to carry through even phone conversations. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out yet another low groan as her friend chirped, "Busteeeeeeeeeed."
    "Oh, leave it. I'm stuck here because apparently our parents are still friends and I'm an untrustworthy individual."
    "I mean, you are."
    "Clara."
    "You know I'm right."
    Alex combed her fingers through her hair to straighten it out as she swung open to door to glare at Brynn, as he was absolutely to blame for the relentless teasing she was sure to receive from Clara over the next year or so. "Whether or not you're right has nothing to do with anything." She glanced him up and down quickly to take in the outfit- She was most definitely not checking him out -before continuing, "Anyway, I'm gonna have to call you back later, kay love you bye!" She hurriedly hung up before Clara could argue with her, flipping it to silent before shoving her phone in her pocket. Another quick glance at Brynn's outfit before, "Jacket around the waist? The hell is this, 1995?"

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    "Shut up. Vintage is in, anyway, not that you'd know anything about current style. And I'm not some trend obsessed middle schooler, you can tell by the way I'm taller than 5 feet." Brynn turned away from his tiny tag-along, just in case his cheeks decided to betray him again anytime soon. "I thought you were going to change into something cute. Or, you know, something decent," He mumbled on the way down the stairs, not pausing to make sure the redhead was still alive and following. Even better if she was delaying, though, as she wouldn't see when he hurriedly untied the jacket and left it on the couch as he passed—it wasn't as if he particularly cared what Alex thought, but it clashed with his jeans. He was fit enough to show a little stomach, anyway, it just meant he couldn't stuff himself with three medium nachos.

    He'd settle for a single large, extra cheese, and a water. "Who was that on the phone, anyway? Your one friend, Clara? 'Kay, love you, bye!' I didn't know the Alex was capable of 'love.' Here, get in." Out of the goodness of his heart, he opened the car door for Alex, mostly to make sure she didn't break it off when she did it herself. "I still can't believe he took my baby, to just abandon her at some lame airport parking lot no less." He stepped back to glance over the car, the same make as the other, but a dull, worn 'electric' blue that just didn't have the same beauty.

    Brynn sighed, sauntering to the other side and plopping into the driver's seat. A quick pat of his pockets reassured him that he had all the necessities—wallet, phone, keys, comb. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure there were no life-threatening spots on his face and that his lips weren't dry and his hair still a-okay. "Alright, you haven't left anything, have you? Your emotions? Oh, wait, you don't have those."

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    Alex's mouth fell open slightly at the veritable hailstorm of insults thrown her way, seemingly without cause. She hadn't said anything worse than her usual insults, nothing that would really set him off this way. Her fingers curled into fists, mouth shutting again as a reflex of a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, her face darkening again in anger. Still, she followed him down the stairs and out to the car, barely even flinching at the words thrown her way.
    Her eye twitched, the urge to tell him to shove a sock in it before shutting herself back into the room and locking the door nearly too great to resist. But no, she'd been promised popcorn and a soda, she had to stick this out. She slammed the car door shut after sliding in, the next words falling out of her mouth before she could stop them. "So I'm the one without emotions? Christ, if only your face was decent enough to make up for your personality, then this might actually be worth it."

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    He leaned back into the comfortable seats, though the calm didn't last long as Alex slammed the door with more strength than he thought she had in that tiny body. She seethed, flames practically dancing in her eyes, and he bit his lip as he came to the realization that maybe, just maybe, he had gone a bit overboard. Their games were meant to hurt, sure, but not hurt. He played with the thought of apologizing, lips parting to mumble some sort of roundabout way to say 'sorry.' No, he should say it right, though that was easier thought than done. "Look, I like your, um, t-sh—w-what?"Out of habit, his eyes flickered to the mirror, taking in his features. He looked fine, what was she talking about? He looked fine. He chewed uneasily on his lower lip, another bad habit that did little good for the appearance he was trying to keep up, brushing back strands behind his ea—no, they looked weird there, they were better if he left them like before. He leaned forward, frantically trying to rearrange his hair to how it was before. It was perfect, why'd he mess with it? He shouldn't have ruined it.

    Deep breaths. Brynn half-heartedly attempted to calm his churning thoughts. He needed a distraction. Settling on the task at hand, he started the engine, gripping the steering wheel as if it was a mission determining life or death. He looked fine. Fine. It was okay. What did Alex know, anyway? She wasn't perfect herself. Why should he care what she thought about him when so many other girls would disagree? Why did he care? "Did you have a movie in mind?" He muttered, eyes trained on the road, trying hard not to look back at the mirror. "It's summer, so the lines'll be long. It's better if you don't, um, waste time or anything, else we won't get in on time."

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