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that was way too many cupcakes and way too much effort to be spent on him, but for once craig keeps his cynicism to himself. he takes a cupcake, licking the frosting off first like some sort of heathen. an arm wraps around her shoulders, squeezing the opposite side and jostling her a little. “thanks.”

he fixed a flat look on her. ❛  i’m more of a blue man, myself.  ❜ not that pink was the WORST color. it was just bright and all over the place. craig always favored more muted things, stuff that drew less attention. besides, the color reminded him of his metro phase and while he had most definitely ROCKED that look, the whole thing was a little cringe inducing.

shoving that to the very back of his mind craig hopped into her bubblegum beast of vehicle. ❛   i want you to know if your music sucks i’m jumping out. ❜ it wasn’t an idle threat and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time craig tucker had flung himself from a moving vehicle.

also partial to blue , wendy COULD point out that they do share some similar tastes .     but , craig would find some grumpy way of deflecting a comment like that .     

This had nothing to do with proving himself. It was simple. He wanted to know if something still lingered between them. No, he needed to know. Did she still love him? His own feelings hadn’t dissipated. They wouldn’t vanish over the course of a few months. He’s not sure how obvious he made it. He didn’t want everyone thinking he was a desperate fool, although the more time he wasted worrying about what people thought the more he realized how foolish he’d been. Their current friendship had people talking anyway.

It wasn’t ridiculous! Not at all.

This was his chance and realized quickly that he is blowing it! It could be the last time such an opportunity would present itself to him neatly wrapped with a pretty little bow. And if things didn’t turn out as he hoped, well there was always playing it off. It would sting, sure, but he had to stop being so wishy-washy. He couldn’t let his nerves get the better of him.

He had to just act!

Stan leans in close to her, tucking a few loose strands of her long dark hair behind her ear before he brushes their lips together. It’s not particularly romantic. It’s short and sweet. And despite how quickly it came to an end he stays close trying to read her expression.

                           a  hand  comes  up  to  briefly  cover  her  smile  as  she  lets  out  a  soft  giggle  .    it  was  nice  to  hear  her  efforts  were  paying  off  .    getting  back  on  her  vegan  diet  ,    washing  her  skin  both  in  the  morning  and  at  night  .    she  really  was  beginning  to  feel  healthy  again  .

                           ❝      just  soap  and  hot  water  ,    really  .      ❞   she  tucks  a  strand  of  loose  hair  behind  her  ear  before  returning  both  arms  to  her  sides  .    ❝      thanks  for  noticing !      ❞

he shrugged, ❛  i always sound upset, it’s my default tone of voice.  ❜ no, this was different than being upset. it was simply mildly perturbed ACCEPTANCE. his fate was sealed. there was no getting out of it, but hey at least he was only being drug to the pet store and not halfway across the world.

craig followed her to her car, a garish thing, but it was kind of amazing due to that. not that he’d mention that. didn’t want her to go getting any ideas. ❛  i take it you got tired of losing this thing in parking lots, huh.  ❜

when he’s met with her hugs, stan doesn’t retract or make any kind of startled noise to show DISCOMFORT. ( you cannot show what doesn’t exist, after all. ) warm, strong, comforting arms wrap around the lithe frame of the girl before him, and he rests his cheek on the crown of her head, closing his eyes and smiling happily.

only when he realizes that the bag hanging from his arm could cause some sort of uncomfort does he pull away, shifting a bit and briefly (as if not to make her uncomfortable, as they’d only just reunited) cupping her cheeks in his hands and offering a bright, patriotic smile– encouraging her to do the same. hands fall to his sides, and he pockets one of them into his loose jeans.

     ‘ i’ve got popcorn, pop, some candy, and the best huggin’ arms this side of the mississippi. ’ stan proudly informs her, stretching his legs a bit by rising up onto the balls of his feet. ‘ let’s get ‘operation: make wendy feel good about herself again’ rolling, okay? ’

just like old times.

“Sure…?” If that was even possible. He thinks not, not with the way things currently stand but he knows deep down he doesn’t care as much whether Heidi is happy or not. It’s none of his concern. It doesn’t mean that he wishes awful things upon her but could anyone really be happy in a relationship with someone like Scott? Of course, he knows that Wendy wouldn’t comprehend what he has against the red-head. He didn’t go around making a list of grievances or complaining about the shit the guy put him through.

“Look, let’s forget about Heidi and whatever it is. Okay? I tried being her friend and it didn’t work. And that’s it. There’s nothing else I can do…”

“How kind of you.” Oh boy being stuck in the car with Wendy and her probably bad tastes in music was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon. Was he putting a stop to it? Nope. “Well what are we waiting for — let’s go.” It’s not so much excitement as it is ‘lets get this over with’.