“You’re right; somehow the fries taste like cardboard without it,” she shifted as the waitress came to take their order, rattling off an addition of coke and a cheeseburger along with the fries, and turned her attention back to Chissy.  “Is that something people think about?  Or is that just something you think about because you did it with you mom?”  Chandler was closer to her mom, admittedly, but she definitely didn’t think like that..  “God, do I understand.  My dad keeps hovering at the pharmacy even though I’ve told him that I’ve got it.”

“They do.” Chrissy agreed with a smile. It was part of small town charm, she supposed, to do the same things over and over and never get bored with them. “Its something I think about. I like to think about the future, and my kids, and stuff like that. It seems hopeful, doesn’t it? To imagine a future where children pick fruit from trees?” She shrugged. “Better than imagining the darkness of life.” She sipped her iced tea and laughed a little. “One day they’ll have to let us have the reigns, at least.”

On the outside, Chandler and Chrissy didn’t really seem like people that would get along, what with Chandler’s rough and tumble ways and Chrissy’s ethereal presence, but she was very thankful to have the blonde girl in her life.  “Are you kidding me??  I would be offended if you didn’t want cheese fries!”  She folded one leg under her as she sat back down, not bothering with the menu, knowing what she was going to be getting anyway.  “So, do anything fun lately?  See anything fun?  Catch me upon the life of Chrissy.”

“Cheese on my fries is pretty much the only way to eat them from here.” She grinned. they’d been to this diner so many times, and nothing ever changed here. Of course, nothing ever really changed in Derry at all. “Not all that exciting, really. I’ve planted some new trees in the orchard. I get to pick off of the ones my parents planted, how lovely will it be for my children to do the same?’ She grinned widely. ‘Otherwise i’ve been mostly trying to tend the nursery so my mom doesnt have to, of course, she’s always wanting to anyways. You know how she is.”

Despite the clouds, Chandler was in a great mood and had asked @chrissyofgold​ to meet her at the diner; her favorite place to catch up when it was before five pm.  The two girls had been friends for a while, but Chandler couldn’t remember the last time they had had time to sit down and catch up on life.  She had gotten there early to make sure she could snag her favorite window booth, waving eagerly as she noticed the blonde girl come in.

“Hey!”  she stood up to give Chrissy a hug, beaming.  “What’s up?  I hope you’re prepared to split a plate of fries with me.”

Chrissy danced into the diner as she always did, with a grace that was almost inhuman. She was earthly, sometimes, clad in sandals and flowers in her hair despite the looming threat of rain outside. Seeing Chandler in the window booth brought a wide smile to her face, grateful for her friend, and for not having to sit awkwardly alone while she waited. She was always so unsure if people would actually turn up to meet her or not. Though, that hadn’t been an issue with Chandler in years. as their arms wrapped around each other in warm greeting, Chrissy’s smile brightened. “Only if you promise me that they can be cheese fries.” She slipped into the booth easily, pulling a menu out to look at the vegetarian options. 

└ Bio

Born to parents who thrived in the seventies, and given the name Chrysanthe, Chrissy was destined to be a flower child. She was always the kindest soul and the warmest heart in the room. As a young child, she was the kid that everyone was friends with, because friendship with Chrissy was natural. As she got into her teenage years, her warm and happy eccentricities only blossomed. Some people loved to be around her, finding her a breath of fresh air. Others thought she was strange and avoided her entirely.  She never really minded the trials of high school. She kept to herself and those who had remained her friends, worked in her parents nursery, and helped out at the library. She wasn’t the kind of person who made any enemies.  Staying in Derry after graduation was an easy choice to make. She loved Derry. Its weirdness didn’t frighten her, just as she hoped her own didn’t frighten her loved ones. She believed all things beautiful once started out weird.  Now, she runs the nursery as her parents have gotten older. Her mother still comes in every day, but Chrissy is mainly in charge. she’s also started to get more focused on homesteading outside of just plants, hoping to learn all the ways she can of living off the grid. 

└ Extras

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“It’s not even about how you feel about me,” Cassi shook her head very slightly.  “I’ve been stuck in the worst depressive rut of my entire life, and no one ever really just…. asks how I”m doing.  Asks how my grades are, or how my job is going.  Any of it.  It’s not important to anyone.  I don’t feel fearless.  I feel like I can’t get a good grasp on anything.”

She let herself lean briefly into Elle’s touch, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.  “It’s just been a rough, long winter.  I’m happy you’re back.  I just wanna see your pretty face more.”  She paused for a moment.  “Don’t take this the wrong way it’s really not a dig at our previous conversation, but I really, really want people to start to want to talk to me to actually talk about me, not just Orion.  I may not have addiction issues like he does, but I do have feelings.”

“Things have been very, very difficult for us.  I know your situation trumps mine and Orion’s stuff, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t had shit going on.  I’ve had so, so many friends leave me in the span of like two months  Sex doesn’t make me feel anything anymore.  I feel completely numb all the time.”  It was her turn to avoid Elle’s gaze.  “Most days, I feel like Orion is the only person who knows or cares that I”m around.  Everything is messy and awful and I just hope if spring gets here, we can all get over it,”

“Look,”  Cassi let out a soft huff of air, giving Elle a stern look.  “I understand.  I really, really do.  But I don’t think you realize how much doing that has effected us.  I’m trying to give everyone space, but everyone keeps leaving me.  Orion is convinced his world is ending one relationship at a time.  Sometimes, I wish people would fully think about how their actions effect the people they think they’re helping.  You can still talk to people and not be fully sure what you’re feeling about them.”