lonely girl

although they were walking at such a good pace and all, abigail had to stop on her feet as sharply as a paper cut with mickey giving such statement “vanilla is a classic?” she chuckled, her head shaking a little amidst giggle. “strawberry is the most classic flavor! and the best. and my favorite.”  she proceeded to admit and resume their way. “i mean, but to each their own.”

“oh no, i know there’s nothing wrong with it...” webby answered with a shrug. mostly, it was the part of whether or not she should be as hyper what concerned her, but heck, if she didn’t put herself out there, she would never find new friends, and that was something she promised to granny she would do if she left. “do you have anything to do right now? i could show you how to make any burger the most amazing, ever.”

with both hands tucking the sides of her hair behind her ears, webby glanced around mid trip, hoping to find some sort of inspiration for her to justify her nickname without falling into the category of a rambler. she had a horrible habit of doing that, after all. “yes, just a childhood nickname. i’m just trying to transition from that, you know?” the brunette admitted, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets all of a sudden. “i think it does –– it’s just that most haven’t found their night calling yet. i for one felt like going for a milkshake, or more like getting ingredients for one.”

seeing how she was no longer on her own, webby went into two modes at the same time, weary that somewhat of a stranger came along, but also excited about it. maybe it was just the fact that it was so late at night what had her on edge. luckily, she knew how to easily dismiss any type of anxiety that could relate to the whole meeting new people ordeal. “abby.” she stated firmly, though flashing him a tiny smirk, one that faded as soon as she heard him explain his reasoning behind his sudden approach “yeah that makes sense.” web shrugged. “so, what do you do for fun, mickey?”

“um no, no... i just, took a look at the chart when i got here, and noticed a pattern. parr is a rare name.” webby admitted half chuckling. she was so embarrassed by her little obsession with interesting details.  

“and taller.” she could’t help but to point out. it was crazy, how as children she was by far taller than any goof troop member, but who would’ve thought her max was now so grown. in away, abigail still couldn’t believe he was standing right there before her very eyes, so much so that her hands felt an urge to cup his face while they spoke. all of her fingertips making sure this wasn’t just her imagination. “of course i do! webby is my favorite name ever –– but abigail is fine too... i’ve been working on getting used to it. how about you? does your dad still call you maxie? oh, how i miss his waffles and toast.”

whatever sound came out of abigail in that moment sure appeared to be non human, as her squeak was so high, it probably shattered someone’s wine glass or fish tank at the very least; however, it was for a good reason, and their sacrifice would be appreciated, as the very moment that max came to her with open arms she could already feel like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. she wasn’t alone anymore. “oh my god. i can’t believe you’re here. i can’t believe it’s been so long! –– i can’t believe you can actually pick me up now!” she kept on rambling, so shocked and full of awe thanks to her old friend. “oh my god, max. i’ve missed you so much.”

as most days, abigail expected her evening to go with little to no surprises, as most adventures for her had happened in her youth, or in her head, but little did she know she would find both things in real life that night when she saw a guy just walk past her while on her way to the bus stop. “maximilian goofster.” she exclaimed firmly, almost completely sure it was her childhood friend, nonetheless. // @goofsmax

“short for abigail.” the brunette admitted as her smile as genuine as always, shined through with every word she spoke, given her already set excitement, and how it grew. “it’s nice to meet you too. –– wait do we? OH –– WE DO! you’re violet parr ! you have two siblings in town too, don’t you?”

“they are...” abigail’s voice fell through as she spoke. how weird was it that she really felt excited by something so popular? perhaps that was why people often criticized the mainstream media. she had become basic, and boy did she dread it. “it’s just –– these are new burgers. new town and all... plus, i don’t know that many other food joints here.”

sticking her tongue at dewey, playfully of course, as webby couldn’t help how excited she was now that she knew she would have her favorite lunch in no time. “it’s not just when we go out, which you do more often than i do –– but it’s because they’re burgers. burgers we’ve never tried before. this is new uncharted territory, dew! it’s an adventure of it’s own kind.”