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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 1:36:14 GMT -5
Parker listened as he talked, her mind drifting to actually having a family. She sighed, and tried to think of something else. She didn't expect a lecture from him, maybe just a few short remarks but never a full paragraph. She wasn't one for a deep conversation, her thoughts were her thoughts and no one else. But it wasn't like she didn't listen when someone talk about something serious. After he finished, Parker wasn't really sure of what to respond with. Her mouth opened a bit, like she was about to talk but it closed shortly after.
"Hm, if you say so," It was the only thing she could manage to say. Her mind still searching for something else to say. "But you gotta at least like one person, right?" She asked, looking up from the badges to his face.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 1:41:36 GMT -5
"No." He said, not wanting to let on to him and Dyson. It was what Dyson wanted, for their relationship to remain between the two of them, and that's where it would stay. Until prom at least. And then everything would hit the fan when the football star showed up with the former kicker instead of one of the mini-skirted cheerleaders. "And I don't want anyone. Where was your pretty little mind at when I was just talking? I said I don't want anyone. I told you that on the floor."
He polished the badge slowly, making sure it was as shiny as the other two before he sat it down and picked up another. He could have done it faster, but wasn't in a rush to get home. Even if he lived alone. Sometimes the silence killed him more than the arguing.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 1:57:06 GMT -5
Parker huffed at the pretty little head remark. "I just find it hard to believe," She answered, not pushing any further on the subject. She looked back down at the badges, watching them shimmer each time the sun broke through an open slice in a cloud. "I mean if you really didn't want to be here, why would you come to school? Besides trying to make people miserable." Parker's eyes trailed up his arm to his face and then over to the window. "But it's your choice."
It seemed like the clouds were breaking up outside, and Parker figured that would be about the time she left to go get something to eat. "Do you anything else besides, well, being an ass?" She skipped to a different subject, trying to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. Leaning back in the chair, she pulled the keys from her bag and began to play with them. Her finger tracing the grooves of each key.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Apr 22, 2012 2:09:19 GMT -5
"I come to school so I don't kill myself or my parents." He said flatly, gently shining the badge in his hand. He watched the rag go around and around, as if it wasn't even his hand. But most things he did seemed distant, and he didn't know why.
"Yeah. I work two jobs." He said, shaking his head. He was working himself to death, which may or may not be a good thing in his case. "I work tech support for a cable company in the next town over, so on Friday's I stay with Monroe until Sunday and then I drive back. And after school, I work on guitars over at the music store." He didn't think Dyson approved of him sleeping every weekend at Monroe's house, but he really didn't have any other option. Other than quit and try and find another job here. Which he had tried and couldn't do. But he couldn't afford his apartment and food with just the pay from the music store.
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Post by parker grace machin on Apr 22, 2012 2:18:12 GMT -5
"You paint a pretty sad picture, you know?" She looked over at him, with what seemed like a glare before looking down to the floor. Parker began to think she liked him more as being a jerk. But she didn't mind this, she just never had more than a sentence reply. It wasn't like she was about to start telling stories, but it wasn't like he was really asking questions. It made her feel kind of relieved. Her other hand began to trace over the scratches in the desk, her keys sitting in her lap now.
"What's good to eat?" Parker asked, her mind now back on food. She still wasn't sure of what to eat, but knew she wanted it to take awhile to get. Her stomach gurgled, almost making her laugh. Not that it was funny, it was just what she did when the room grew silent.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on May 21, 2012 23:00:43 GMT -5
"Well, I've never been one for quaint paintings, dear." He said flatly, then started to chew on his lip where his piercing would have been. He had been debating getting it done, but with prom around the corner, and him secretly paying Dyson's parents to help with his sister's bills, he didn't have the time or the money.
"I dunno. I can live off of a milkshake a day. But Olive Garden's spaghetti is like, killer." He said, sitting the badge he had finished polishing on the desk with the rest. He picked up the last one and slowly began to polish it, wondering what he could do when he left. He honestly didn't want to go to work the next day, but he really had no choice. "They have this barbecue place. It's pretty rad if you're down to get dirty."
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Post by parker grace machin on May 21, 2012 23:14:26 GMT -5
Parker huffed, choosing not to reply. Her pinky nail traced inside the carvings on the desk. They were just random scratches, none had a real purpose. 'Kinda like you if you don't make a plan for when you graduate.' Her eyes rolled as the thought bounced around in her head. It wasn't like high school had given her much interest like it had with most people. She was good at it, but English, math, history, science? None of it was interesting. None of it set her up to make a plan like all the teachers said it would.
Her mind floated back down to reality as Luc talked of a barbecue. "Wanna go? Or at least show me where it is. You won't have to stay.." Her gaze turning to the last badge as she spoke. To her, it could go either way. She didn't care if he chose to stay or chose to leave. They weren't friends, and they definitely didn't bond just by having one conversation. But, he also wasn't as bad as most people put him off to be. He did come pretty close though.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on May 21, 2012 23:31:40 GMT -5
Luc shrugged. He honestly had no interest in staying. Especially considering he didn't know the girl. That and she could ruin his reputation by telling everyone he went out to dinner with her. Not that he really cared. He and Dyson were on a ship, and prom was bound to be the ice berg that was going to ruin the both of them. "I can show you where it's at. I don't know about staying, though. I don't need the entire school knowing I had dinner with a girl. Considering I'm supposed to be a queer former kicker." He put all the badges back into the box, and walked over to Clae. He handed them back, walking over to the desk again to grab his bag before he started out on his one crutch. He pulled his keys from his pocket, keeping his head down as he walked down the hall.
When he got out to his car, he unlocked it and climbed in, throwing the crutch and his bag into the back seat. He started his car, scrolling through his iPod to pick a song before he rolled down the windows, figuring it was too cool out to be using the air. 'Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor. I'm sorry, but the party's over...' He pulled out of his parking spot, quickly shifting his car into drive before gunning it to the school's exit gate and stopping there for the girl to catch up.
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Post by parker grace machin on May 21, 2012 23:40:31 GMT -5
"Rightt, 'cause I wanna tell everyone I had dinner with the school's ass." She snorted, slipping from her seat and out the door as he handed over the badges. "I was just being nice. I could care less either way," Parker muttered as she heard his footsteps echo in the hall. After that, she didn't speak, just went on her way out the door and to her car. Her eyes glanced over to his car before climbing in her own. It wasn't long before her car was behind his, following along the road.
Her fingers tapped against the wheel, country music coming through the speakers. It was about the only music she listened to, unless Taaron was in the car. Then Parker had no control over what came through the speakers. 'You listen to too many slow songs!' Taaron would yell, changing the station as soon as Parker was focused back on the road. Pulling in to a parking spot next to Luc's car, she shut her car off slowly, trying to let the song play for a bit longer.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on May 21, 2012 23:49:25 GMT -5
Luc stepped out of his car with the same cool air he had when he was kicker for the football team; the whole I'm-better-than-you-and-I-know-it stance. He closed his door, and locked the car before he started towards the door. He would have been polite and hold the door for her if she hadn't called him an ass. He walked up at the counter, pretty sure he knew what he wanted.
"Nice ass, Lucas." Someone called from the other side of the restruant, and he looked over to see three of the football players sitting there.
"You'd know, wouldn't you?" He retorted sarcastically. The response he got was 'the only person tighter than you is Tony' and he rolled his eyes. 'Oh well. If I get caught with the bitch, at least Dyson won't have to take hell for me..' He thought. "Uh.. I want a pulled-"
"Bye, Luc-y!" One of them called as they passed.
"-Fuck you- pork sandwich and a medium chocolate shake." He said without missing a beat.
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