c h a n g e s.

{ well he should now by now   —especially by now—that be it   clothes or make-up or the last slice   of pizza in the mess hall, all is   fair in love and war. and since   she definety hates this dude’s   guts ( for sure. like it’s a fact   despite what her campers   might say ), this  is so fair game. }

        ❝ bring it on, pencil dick! ❞

        " oh, so you've            been looking            at my dick?             makes my day            that much            better. "

                 ( he's switching between                     glaring at her and looking                    at the counselor's cabin.                    yeah. he's not going to                    let this one go, despite                    that voice in his head                    telling him to be a better                    person. or maybe that was                    just a flashback to the talk                    they had with the supervisor                    about cursing in front of the                    campers. ) 

             [learning to drive was hard. very hard. motor control was not her forte, but she attended many a lesson, took her test once…— or twice and she became a successful driver! in her banged up little beetle, the timid blonde would take off down the road, stopping at every sign, under every speed limit by a mile or two and taking a good twenty minutes or so to park. because road safety was important, and the thought of slamming into someone with her dingy little car was horrific and encouraged her to stay slow and steady.]

                [which is exactly why crashing her car, was so very horrid. she didn’t think she had taken her eyes of the road, or hit the wrong pedal or took the wrong turn or..— there are so many different things that she could have done, or couldn’t have done that sent her propelling off the side of the road and into the side of a building. oh. oh dear, oh no. no. she expects it to hurt more than it does, or to be panicked and frightened and all sorts of ugly emotions. but mostly, cassie is frozen. a small trickle of crimson drips from her hair line,  and there is a sharp ringing in her ears, but other than that pain seems minimal. fingers are still curled round the wheel, her legs pulled together and her face hovering inches from the airbag. and really, she would have stayed there if not for a voice entering her ears. it takes a minute or two but eventually her head shakes, stiffly and slowly, voice trembling some.]

                       ”N-No..— N-No I don’t th-think so. I m-mean I d-don’t think anything h-hurts, I c-can’t tell, I can’t f-feel anything.”

              [a pause, and her eyes gloss over some, eventually turning her gaze to meet his own and away from her shattered windshield]

                        “D-Did I hit a-anyone—-? I haven’t…- H-Have I killed s-someone?”

          " killed anyone –––               oh my god, no.               i mean, some bricks,              & a good deal of bad               architecture, but other than              that? no. "

                          ( she's probably in shock,                             but at least nothing serious                             happened. hell, she's lucky.                             he'd seen some half a hundred                             by now that didn't get off with                             cuts and bruises. hell, some didn't                             have it in them speak. others never                             spoke again. just depended on                              how fast you drove, how healthy                             you had been prior. and thanks                             to some seriously strong bones                             & a well made car, she's not                             looking like one of the less fortunate. )

                                 " we're going to take                                    you to the hospital,                                    alright? since it's partly my                                    job to get you there,                                    looks like i might even be                                    able to help you avoid some                                    of that insurance bullshit                                    for now. "

                    ( he's already got a                        light blanket draped over                       her shoulders, not daring                       to overdo anything                        for the sake of any                       injuries adrenaline                       & shock may have                       been covering up. )

☁ lightaer

who am I to disagree? 

            ( that didn't look too               graceful. or comfortable,               considering the position                in which she'd landed didn't               seem exactly ideal. a tilt of                his head, trying to see if               she was okay, & –– )

         " everyone. "

hitchhiker ride au

met through online rpg au

disneyworld cosplayers au

accidentally taking each other’s bags au

camp counsellors au

antiques shop au

called the wrong number while drunk au

sex shop au

found you their dog au

crashed the their car au

yoga class au

          " i've tried, believe me. " 

                     ( not a lie. not even close. it                        was just that nothing he'd                        found thus far was even                        close to strong enough. )

     “Wait, what? Jeth, I swear…      if you’re about to do something…”

         [ she stared at the other before          coming closer, her brows knitted          in wonder at the others words,          because this opportunity is all too          much for her to handle. ]

     “—- Hey, Jeth, if you’re a bird,      I’m a bird. Ready?”

         [ she began towards him, jumping          onto the others back, her arms,          wrapping around him while holding          onto their subs, her head resting          against his shoulder while grinning          at the sheer fact that she’s on          his back and enjoying the moment. ]

         " oh my god. " 

              ( he caught her, alright ;                 albeit shakily from the                 short snort of laughter drawn                  out by the reference to that                 ridiculous movie. )

      " gotta admit, i          really don't get           that a lot. "

             ( turns out both smoking                and literally being exposed                to smoke-- both alarmingly                often-- just didn't give you that                shower-fresh smell, hard as                one may try. )

       “—— you think I can’t manage a        few cops? I mean, there have        points where they have caught me,        but then again, it doesn’t happen        to happen a lot so I’ve been good        with staying out of their lights.”

             [ for a moment there was a grin, her attention              focused on the other while bringing her              food near her, fingers still laced              against jeth’s; hell, the              sensation alone is welcoming.              and for that, she can’t stop sort of              smiling. it’s nice and it’s kind              of what she’s been waiting to do. ]

       “If anything, we can go to        my place and eat, or go to        another place, I mean there is        no reason not to do something        fun while eating, so… if you        maybe trust me, I could take you        around the area, and then to the        island that is actually disconnected        from the town which is where I        live and it is quite beautiful.        But I may be needing my hand.”

             [ again, her stare drops to their              fingers, a smug grin growing across              her features before giving jeth another              look. aware that she doesn’t really              want to let go of his hand, but,              needs it to drive around the town. ]

          " i'm definitely going             to take you up on that             offer, g. no guarantees             on your hand-- but the             rest sounds cool. "

                          ( but he lets go anyways,                             if purely for the sake of their                             previous deal. not to mention                             that same whole no-touching                             rule was just acknowledged by                             said party with a smile. turns out it                             was a chain reaction. he was grinning, too. )

         " i'd have to be            a complete jerk            to say no. "

                      ( and because his                          jerk status still stood                          at less than one                         hundred percent,                          he turned around                          & stuck out his arms. ) 

        " damn. though            i probably shouldn't            have expected to get            away with being a functioning            member of society with no            scent buffer. "

                  ( maybe he'll try axe.                      all the other guys                     at the station had                      sprayed it on when their                     shifts ended as vehemently                     as holy water on demons. )