* 2009 .

*  𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉  :   statistics  ,  biography  ,  personality  ,  connections  .

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐦 : what movie are we watching (:

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           “ so you admit it was a compliment ? ”  he lilts, tossing a beaming grin in spencer’s direction.  “ i think being a chihuahua can be a compliment too  ---  you don’t take people’s shit and you look very cute while doing it. ”  malcolm reaches out to poke playfully at spencer’s side, willing the rosy flush that’s begun to spread across his nose to go away. he bumps his shoulder against him, and mac can’t help but inch closer as they walk side by side.  “ i can always make time for the people i like  ---  namely you, yes. ”  he nods, teeth grazing against his lower lip as he turned to look at spencer. he’s blushing, mac notices, and he thinks it’s cute. he’s not used to thinking of spencer as the type of person who can be shy or get flustered  ---  it makes his heart swell in his chest to think that he’s got that affect on him.  “ oh, i get a reward, huh ?  well, you kinda sprung this on me, you know, i didn’t even get the chance to think about what i’d want. ”  mac teases, pausing for a beat before reaching his hand out to lace his fingers with spencer’s. he doesn’t want to overstep or anything like that  ---  malcolm knows he can be a little too forward for some people’s taste sometimes. just this, the small act of holding his hand in public is enough, but ... he’s leaning in a bit more, dazzling grin etched onto his lips.  “ kiss me ? ”

          a soft smile lights up his features, looking upon brynn with a gentle gaze. malcolm has a hard time letting go of things  ---  of people  ---  once he cares for someone, he’d care forever.   “ you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, brynn, you know that. ”  he’s not the type to make fun of people, especially over things like that. it happens. people are human. malcolm moves to lean up against the wall, arms crossing over his chest.  “ i’ve been good. unconcussed, which is always a good thing. ”  he laughs out, giving his head a subtle shake.  “ i’ve missed you too. you’ve always been a good friend to me. ”  a pained smile flashes across his features  ---  that’s all they are now ... friends, even after he’d taken the scary leap.  “ i feel like we haven’t really talked in a long time. ”

        “ you raise a good point. ”  malcolm nods. he doesn’t mean it sarcastically either. if it’s in full house, how could it possibly be as scary as he’s making it out to be in his head ?  besides, it’s been standing for decades; it’s not gonna magically decide to fall apart the moment he steps on it.  “ d’you think the bloke that named it was colorblind ?  maybe he really thought it was gold and nobody had the heart to correct him. ”

         “ i’ve explored a little bit. if by exploring, you count looking around while walking to the grocery store. ”  malcolm laughs,  “  i dunno, i’ve never really been into touristy stuff like that. i mean, it’s a bridge. i get it. i could look up a picture of it if i wanted to just look at something, y’know ? ”  he reasons,  “ if i’m gonna do something touristy, i want it to at least be fun. ”

         “ did he at least have a romantic picnic set up for the two of you ?  if you’re gonna drag someone to a glorified patch of grass, there’s gotta be a bigger plan than just sitting around looking at stuff. ”  malcolm says knowingly  ---  and this is coming from a guy who loves just sitting around outside.  “ i think i will take your word for it, actually. if i see it, i see it. i’m not making a special trip to go look at a bridge. ”

        “ you mean monsters vs. aliens ? ”  malcolm guesses. he hadn’t seen that movie recently enough to remember it so vividly, but there’s a vague picture of the film in his head.  “ there’s a lot of movies with monsters and aliens, you know. ”  he nods,  “ it’s definitely real though, unless the entire world has decided to pull a prank on me. you can sorta see it through the windows on the top floor of the library. ”  mac says, pointing up from where he was sitting. he lets out a small laugh at joey’s worries.  “ i don’t think it’ll walk away. its job is to get people across, so unless it wants to be unemployed, i’m sure it’ll stay. ”  he settles. malcolm knows that’s not what it means when people say bridges move  ---  that, really, they move with the wind to keep them from crumbling  ---  but it’s nice to entertain joey. he’s a nice guy; mac enjoys his company.  “ and if it does... well, we’ll find a way. to keep going. ”

          “ i’m going to take that as a compliment. ”  malcolm decides with a start,  “  because golden retrievers are adorable  ---  and so are any other dogs... except chihuahuas sometimes. they’re little balls of rage. ”  a slow smile spreads onto his features,  “ kinda like you. ”  mac teases, raising his hands at spencer’s next statement.  “  ---  point proven. you’re a chihuahua. your fate is sealed. ”  he jokes, falling into step beside spencer as they took their leave.  “ ah, you’re welcome. no biggie. ”   mac sighs out dramatically, as if catching the frisbee had really been a feat of great odds. his hands tuck into the pockets of his jacket, but only after he’s held the door open for him to step out onto the sidewalk. malcolm perks up at spencer’s words, turning to face him with a small grin as they walked side by side.  “ oh, yea ?  well then i’ll make it routine to come see you after class. i can always make time for you. ”

          “ think you might’ve tumbled worse than me, which is rough, ‘cause i don’t know how to ski. ”  he teases in an attempt to ease her anxiety. malcolm hadn’t meant to catch her off guard like this, but... he was worried. he doesn’t like seeing people get injured, and even if they weren’t dating anymore, he still cared for her. he’s got a big heart.  “ well, i’m glad to hear that. thank you for not freaking out when i went to go help you. ” 

          “ i could very well be wrong. ”  malcolm shrugs,  “ i just feel like it’s pretty iconic san francisco  ---  at least from an outsider’s perspective. i gotta admit, i don’t know a lot about the states. aside from the fact that there’s a pizza rivalry between chicago and new york city. now that’s a fight i’d like to experience. ”  he grins,  “ oh, no way ?  that makes sense then. i still feel like they should’ve painted it gold too. it would’ve looked real pretty against the water. ”

         “ i wonder if it was gold at some point in time. i’m pretty sure the statue of liberty used to be shiny before it turned green from being outside. but then why’s it red ?  i feel like i could go in circles about this forever. ”  he laughs out, giving his head a shake.  “ i appreciate that sentiment, ‘cause sometimes when i tell people, they look at me like i just kicked their puppy. i’m not a puppy kicker ! ”

        “ maybe not make fun of, but it definitely gets me the ‘dude, what ? how ? you live here. you gotta go !’  spiel half the time. ”  he nods his head.  “ i’m almost tempted to go and find out what’s so special about it, ‘cause me and you... we’re in the same boat, man. there’s not much to do with a bridge besides go across it and look at it. there’s literally another bridge on the other side of the bay too. why’s that one not famous ? ”

           well ... that was easier than malcolm thought it’d be. he figured spencer would demand the textbook back, but he’s giving in fairly quickly. it makes him smile, head tilting to the side as he studies spencer’s face.  “ oh, please. y’know, i think you’d like frisbee if you tried it. it’s sorta like a snowball fight... minus the inherent violence and cold. ”  he suggests, giving him a look before passing the book over so spencer can pack it away.  “ besides, i think you’re forgetting the fact that i saved you from getting smacked in the head with a disc. never even got a thank you. ”  mac shakes his head, patting the table in a gesture for spencer to get up.  “ i’ll treat you to a coffee to fuel your study session, how’s that sound ? ”  he smiles,  “ really, i just wanted to see you. ”