* tragicspirit / aeron !
he likes that laugh – one that sounds so real and unforced. looking past the ( somewhat ) rough start, this was one of the first interactions aeron’s had in the past three years that didn’t feel OBLIGATORY. like an iron pressed against flesh, aeron’s cheeks flush at the branding he’s positive the tip of her finger must’ve left behind. every inch of his face feels HOT, and quite frankly he doesn’t know which way to look. “ good question, ” he clears his throat, sitting up just a scooch taller from the small surge of confidence he had just received. it didn’t take much. “ but i can picture it happening a lot more if you stick around. ” bold, dude.
pawning off a confused look while tapping his chin, aeron knows for a FACT that he’s got the makings of a mischevious afternoon sitting in the trunk of his car right this very instant. hopefully none of which be inducing any marnie mirages. “ how about we start with getting something to eat that’s a little more filling than the unnaturally designed produce section your mom packed, what comes after is a surprise. ” to them both, but he’d opt to leave that part off. it wasn’t like he was completely clueless about what he wanted to do, and a little mystery never hurt, right? taking initiative, aeron starts closing up the small baggies of fruit and tucks them back into her lunch bag before pushing it back her way. coming to a stand, he grabs his own lunch before promptly tossing it in the trash can a few feet away. “ so, what are you craving? ” somehow feeling brash enough, he extends his hand outward as an offer to help her out of her chair. most would just call this an excuse to hold her hand – they’d be right.
“ i don’t know if i’d wish that upon you, “ she jokes, “ i’ve been told i’m kind of a BRAT. “ a HALF truth. still a B-WORD, just not that word. it is without hesitation that she takes his hand and stands, for a moment, the misery is FORGOTTEN. it was as if things were NORMAL once more. she slings her bag over the opposite arm. and allows him to lead the way. oh she could use some REAL food ! “ something GREASY and horrible, honestly. “ blonde head nodding eagerly, jenny practically shoves the table with a hum. though as her eyes glance from aeron to the lunch room, she halts.
eyes and expressions of ALL kinds have turned to examine the two. she gulps, hand INSTINCTIVELY clutching his like it’s some sort of LIFELINE. vague and hushed whispers tickle her ears and her stomach flips. a newfound ANXIETY ripples within her lithe being. and it HITS her then. this is what it feels to be on the other end of pyramid. every new outcast or student shamed, jenny randall had been AMONG the masses to OGLE at the strangeness like it were a circus FREAK SHOW. feeling like a self conscious child, jenny shifts more so behind him, hand squeezing and gently tugging. COME ON, she wants to whine. PLEASE LETS GO. though the teen fears that if she does open her mouth, it won’t produce what she wants it to.














