#fearhermind

         eyes study her face for a moment, his other personality hasn’t decided to shift out with this one yet and grab her face out of a spark of anger for acting like a jackass. then again, he’s the jackass for being mr. charming with the diner’s waitress just to make elena jealous on purpose. even if she was an older woman, like forty or something that looked only thirty. scoffing when she looks away, the camaro idling outside on the downtown street from the diner. holding his cigarette out the open window, rock station turned louder. he isn’t going anywhere yet. “god-- what’s your problem? are we PMSing again?” he knows that’s a line that always pisses girls off, and that’s exactly why he’s using it.

                           “Did ya need a hiding spot, too? Think there’s room f’two, s’alright.”

𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇.  (  @fearhermind  )

‘ I’m looking for the arcade, don’t suppose a pretty girl like you would know where I could find it ’ hanging from the '79 Camaro Billy gives a charming smile, enough to blind the sun, and hopes to god that it would work. Shit town USA had been the last place on the map that anyone wanted to visit let alone live and yet here he was - pretending like it was all fine by doing what he does best. If anything there was plenty to keep his time occupied and not any competition to withhold it either. The top of the sunglasses come down, enough to show off innocent baby blues.

                           “Okay,” he said, even though he really wanted to get a towel to dry off and maybe get her a towel to dry her off. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

             he stops himself in mid track and walks backwards to peer behind him. he peers over and looks at the woman. he thinks he’s seen her before, but he keeps his face stern. he grips his reading material between his fingers. “hey -- you okay?” 

SHE’S FRIENDS WITH FRANK.  which means she’s around. the designated third  ( fourth? )  wheel to the castle family fun times to keep him entertained. she hates it.  ( him. )  he can tell that much, but it doesn’t stop it from being enjoyable. at the very least, he likes seeing the lengths she’ll go to in an effort to avoid him. like now, when her nose is buried in her phone, pretending he doesn’t exist while frank and maria watch the kids on the carousel. grabbing his drink, he moves silently over to her, approaching from behind, smirking when she doesn’t immediately bolt for the nearest distraction.  ❝ drink? ❞  the smile only widens when he sees her react, that small jump, the subsequent annoyance, the obvious debate between wanting to flee and not wanting to be impolite. arm draping lazily around her shoulders, he offers up his half-finished soda, knowing full well she won’t take it.  ❝ i didn’t poison it. ❞  he promises, smiling again.         /          @fearhermind   +   that thing we kinda talked about.

@fearhermind.