Plotting Call For Noah! Like This And Ill Come To You To Figure Something Out.
plotting call for noah! like this and i’ll come to you to figure something out.
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The only reason Riff had good reflexes was because he needed them. Technically, he didn’t, but he never really knew when someone would try to start a fight, so it payed to be alert. He watched the fight for a while before he spoke again. It was a good fight. Riff didn’t know who was fighting or why, but it looked like a good fight. “The middle’s always the worst part.” The middle was where the worst fighting happened. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his boot. “Just here.”
He wouldn’t consider himself a superhero. He doesn’t really think he’d consider himself any sort of hero. And, even if he were, it’s not like he’s got anywhere to be the superhero of. Riff and his guys only hang around behind the mall, and that’s not really the best territory to be guarding, especially when the mall itself was right there. “I haven’t found anywhere else yet.”
Truthfully Chrissy had never much cared for cigarettes — she really only smoked while part of the crowd, when it would help her fit in rather than stand out — but she took the one he offered, glad for something to do with her hands and an excuse to stick around and keep talking to him.
"I guess I gotta work on mine, then," she said with a little smile before holding the cigarette to her lips to light. "I'd thought they were better than that, you know, with all the cheerleading but I guess not." She smiled sheepishly at acknowledging that, for the moment not bothered by the fact. Later she'd fret, and make a point of pushing herself harder.
But just then Chrissy was distracted enough by her rescuer for it not to matter. "Next time I'll stay out of the middle." Even if that was usually the best place to be for an aspiring head cheerleader. Sure, one got chosen based on skill and talent, but it definitely helped to be seen and part of the group when she'd be part of keeping the school spirit high.
"You have other places around town to be a superhero at?" she asked, mostly just teasing even if she was genuinely curious about what he normally did.
He blinks at her. “Nothin’?” He’s never said there was anything wrong with it. It’s not really the life Riff would choose to live, but there’s nothing wrong with living an easy life. “Why?”
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❝ i just want a nice, easy life. what's wrong with that? ❞
@foxtaeil said “ now that’s a headline. “ @ art!
It is indeed a headline. He’s been staring at it for the past five minutes. ART DONALDSON DIVORCES WIFE TASHI IN TENSE COURT BATTLE, it reads. There’s a little bubble under the sprawling text that promises more information on page six, but Art isn’t going to read it. He knows all of the information. He was there. He flips the magazine over. Despite the joy he feels at finally divorcing Tashi, he still doesn’t want to look at her face glaring up at him from the cover. His face is on the cover, too, but Art doesn’t want to see that just as much as he doesn’t want to see Tashi. “Did you read it? The article?” He’s hoping Mellie says no, but he has a feeling she’s going to say yes.
The fact that Chrissy probably knows her own limits doesn’t do much to make Riff’s nerves go away. But then again, he supposes she’s been cheering for a lot longer than he’s been watching her cheer, so his worry is probably unfounded. He glances over at the other girls on the team, flashing them a grin just to watch them try to hide their blushing faces. His grin gets a little wider. “I guess.” Riff wasn’t the type to work hard unless he wanted to. And most of the time, he didn’t want to.
“To the mall? Sure.” He’ll never say no to the mall. He’s pretty sure half the guys are already there, so he can meet up with them if he wants, too. “Who’s car are we takin’?” Riff doesn’t own a car. He can drive just fine, but he doesn’t have a car. Or his license. “Yours?”
Maybe, if it had been someone else, she might have been a little more prickly about such advice. After all, she'd been cheerleading for years, nearly half of her (very short) life. She'd had to learn her body and its limits, and she thought she had it down to a science.
But there was something very... nice, about Riff being concerned. Nicer still that he was even there at all, at school after hours, just to see her at practice. It made her stomach swoop not unlike the throws that had her in the air. "I won't pass out, promise," she said with a bright smile, aware that the other girls were most likely looking over and getting ready to feed the gossip mill, but not finding it in herself to care for once. He was more interesting than them at the moment anyway. "That's why we usually go to the mall after practice. Work hard, play hard, you know?"
A glance over her shoulder and then she was looking back at him, smiling again. "You wanna go, by the way?"