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OC Halloween Challenge » Day 13 | Time Travel

“I wish I could have seen them in concert.” ~ Lara Irvine is transported to the decade she claims was the best in terms of music. The 1960s.

The smell ofpaint twitched up Kendall’s nose, making him back away and turn his head, pressinghis face to his shoulder to breathe through his sleeve. When he finally wasclear, he looked back at the wall before him and shook his head as he lookedover the large hole in the wall once more.

One too manytrips down the swirly slide.

He should’veknown his mom wasn’t kidding when she said, “Next one who goes through the wallis fixing it.”

But he wasn’t the one who went through the wall,his hockey stick did. Okay, he was abit too lazy to just go through the front door, but who wouldn’t use the swirlyslide to enter his apartment whenever they wanted?

But to beregulated to a full day of learning how to fix a whole in the wall, gatheringthe supplies, then actually fixing said hole in the wall—all so Bitters wouldn’tgive them their third strike? That was some sort of torture. Especially when itwas such a beautiful day. He could be at the beach, or out playing roller hockey,or getting screamed at by Gustavo.

“It’s notthat bad, Hockey-Head, don’t be a baby,” Riley said, lowering her arms, usingher roller to smooth paint down the wall. She looked at him, tilting her headaside and flashed a teasing smile. “You’ll get used to it, considering how muchstuff you lot tend to break, yeah?”

“Ha ha,”Kendall replied. He sighed heavily, seeing how much longer the repairs wouldtake. Having to wait for the wall to dry and then having to do another coat.Not to mention the constant complaints about the smell and having to keep thewindows open at all times. “At least Gustavo hired professionals to do it.”

“That’sbecause he knew you lot would much it up.”

“Can you bea little supportive?”

Riley turnedto him with wide, innocent eyes. She blinked, lashes fluttering as she asked, “Isn’tthat why I’m here?”

Kendall felthimself smile in response. Yes, it certainly was why she was there. He hadn’teven asked for her help. He warned her about her and her siblings about not usingthe swirly slide to get into the apartment—it seemed to be the only way theyever arrived at The Crib—and she’d asked what happened. He sheepishly filled inthe story and the next thing he knew, she was rolling up to the PalmWoods witha trunk full of supplies to repair the wall.

“I was just goingto get the stuff from Bhudda Bob,” Kendall remarked, when he went out to greether, somewhat dazed at the gesture.

At that,Riley snorted and asked, “You were going to trust getting materials from BhuddaBob?”

“Good point.”Kendall took a long-handled paint brush and a few paint cans from her. “You don’thave to waste your day helping me.”

“No worries,mate,” Riley replied. Then she brushed her hair over her shoulders and addedwith a smirk—of course with a smirk, “I couldn’t have you fuck anything elseup, yeah?”

Now, Kendallbrushed sweat off his forehead and frowned as he folded his arms. Most of the daywas gone, but it didn’t matter. He actually found himself having fun, just ashe always did when he hung out with her. Even with her thinly veiled threat, “IfI get paint on any of my clothes, I’ll kill you.”

Kendall lookedat her then, smiling and looked away when she looked back. Then he did a doubletake, noticing—and simultaneously wondering—that the length of the dress shirtmade it appear that she wasn’t wearing any shorts. (He was not staring at her legs, thank you very much). But then realized theshirt looked somewhat familiar to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips,closed them as his eyes squinted, then finally asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Maybe.”Riley casually glanced down at the flannel that covered her arms. “I found itin the costume closet.” She then gave him a funny look. “Not like you’d knowthe difference, yeah?”

“I might,”Kendall lobbed back.

“How many differentflannel shirts do you own?”

“I don’tknow. I stopped keeping track after the first ten.”

“Do you havesome sort of emotional attachment to it?”

“Oh yeah,that blood stain on the sleeve is from the first fight I got in, in a hockeygame,” Kendall joked back. “I knocked the other kid’s teeth out and still wenton to win the championship game. I’ll cherish it forever.”

“Do you wantit back?” Riley asked, lifting her hands as if to grab the collar. Her eyebrowstwitched upwards, the corners of her lips starting to pull back into a smirk.

RENEGADES: POST-ENDGAME AU (THE WIDOW)

JULIA KENNEDY + DICK GRAYSON

Ripple + Aesthetics (An original story by @molotovsoul)

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