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“Who are you supposed to be?” Farren asked, eyeballing them over the rim of her glass. With a shrug, she finished it off and poured herself more.

“Mermaid-Man from SpongeBob- Julian is running around here somewhere as Barnacle Boy because we’re adorable. You look stunning, though- like that costume is amazing”

bexley: Yoo-hoo. Remember me?

bexley: I owe you about ten million apologies for going silent.

bexley: School has been so crazy.

Momo: New Phone who dis?

Momo: jk def remember u and def thought u were actually some creepo trollin for nudes and then ghosting

Hunter was very surprised, usually girls like her would dismiss him right ff the back like he was some sort of virus, but Momo always seemed cool to him. “But here’s the true question, what kind of toppings go on yours?” he smiled, he for one actually like pineapples and pepperoni or just banana peppers on his. “You read tarot too? I literally thought I was the only one. Uhm, I’m a pisces if that tells you anything,” as he was talking, he went to go actually sit next to her. “I was trying to learn how to read tea leaves for a bit, but it might be a little too out of my element. If you ever need crystals or quartz, I’m pretty much your guy and I don’t overcharge.”

“I don’t discriminate when it comes to pizza. Any size, any toppings- I’ll eat it if it’s there” If she was being honest, her first love was and always would be pizza, he had hit the jackpot with that comment “Nope- there are a bunch of us spooky kids lurking around and keeping our spooky habits private” she joked, sliding into the booth and pulling a menu towards herself. If she was gonna spend some time in the shitty little diner, she might as well make some use of the time “I mean, it tells me you might be a bit of a space cadet?” she teased a little, zodiacs not being her strong suit when it came to these things “tea leaves is a weird art form. I stick to my tarots right now because I’m still learning all this shit. My parents aren’t entirely open to these things cuz they’re like, stupidly superstitious”

“Suffering together is always better than alone. What are you gonna do without me?” she teased with a quiet laugh. “I’ve never felt closer to our people, just cause how so many of them keep talking so much shit.”

“Here? Probably die due to perfume inhalation to be honest” she laughed “Nah man, I’m friends with people I used to hate because of this shit. It’s true what they say about that enemy bullshit that I’m not gonna quote right now because I’m not that cliche”

“It’s fun when I don’t have class the next day. Nah, I don’t fuck with the dead.”

“Please, like you actually need to stay awake in class. Sounds like the perfect time to nap if you’ve got pals hanging around all night. You should- they have interesting things to say sometimes- sometimes creepy but usually interesting”

“what makes you think this is something i’d consider professionally?” ethan gave up trying to do anything and just dropped the bat, moving to take a seat on the bench. “i don’t doubt you’d be a regular chatterbox. might want to sell those skills professionally.”

“Why else would  you be doing this shit? Is it fun for you?” She couldn’t fathom- most sports weren’t really her strong suit  “Sell those skills? What in the hells could I do with the skill of talking non stop about nothing constantly? Sounds more like something someone would wanna murder me for”

“Yeah, I get that. Thanks. The only downside is that things sometimes go bump in the night around here while I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh yeah? How is that a downside? Sounds like it could keep things pretty interesting to me. Have you thought about pulling a ouija board out and seeing who’s been hanging out with you?

“And here I thought being a Queen Bee would get me everything.” he smirked and put his phone back in his pocket. “I have a rather impressive resume. I believe in pizza dates, I drive my own car, I have a pit bull, I read tarot, I’m about…78% tolerable?”

“Your social status honestly means dick to me” Her arms were crossed over her chest, a little natural hostility expressed on her face, something which faded slightly as he continued on “I, too, believe in pizza dates and read tarot- keep going, you might not be as bad as I initially thought” she motioned to the booth he had been in, implying that maybe she was a little more willing to hang out with him “Come into my parlour”

“Tell me about it. Stuck up is a nice way to put it. There’s nice people but most of them are frustrating to have a conversation with. I don’t like being talked down to.”

“But hey, at least we all still have each other right? Nothing to bring a shit tonne of kids together like a mutual hate for a bunch of other people, am I right?”

“Fair enough. I actually don’t know how to read cards, so I didn’t know you have to gift one back. We have a bunch near the candles. They’re all complete so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I mean there are so many different rules for this shit and I’m pretty sure like- ninety percent of them are bogus but it’s a nice gesture so why risk the bad mojo, you know? This is a rad gig you’ve got here”

Upon his friend’s request, Julian spun around and grabbed the top he identified as likely being the one she was talking about. “You’re just lucky I checked on you to make sure you were awake. Don’t you have a test second period?” He looked at his phone for the time, trying not to feel anxious. He hated being late.

“Wait,” She stopped her frantic movements for a moment, knowing there was a good chance he knew her timetable better than she did even if they didn’t share the same classes “I have a test today? Fuck” She mumbled under her breath, grabbing the shirt from him and throwing it over her body “We’re technically not late so it’ll all be fine I’ll just do my makeup on the way or whatever, alright? Life would be so much easier if our high school was a ten-minute walk away again”

“If anything, I’m even more adorable in person. Tarot cards that are good for beginners? Does she have any experience card reading?”

“Again, my investigation came back as inconclusive” She teased, fingers moving to grab a small rose quartz that was screaming her name “No clue- I was gifted a deck so I’ve gotta gift one to someone. Rules are rules, you know?”