11.) [audio.]

[ijustlivehere]

Okay, yeah, this sucks. I'll admit it, okay? I hate that nobody ever wants to... no, y'know what? Forget people not ever wanting to do anything, people don't even hardly know I'm there unless I say something. It blows and I hate it and I'm... lonely. Okay? I said it, are you all happy now?

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Arches an eyebrow up at him.] Wake up hung over for a month or make other people do it?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh. Let's go with the second one.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She grins at him.] You've never been a frat boy. Yes we can do that, if they want to get into our super duper exclusive club that bad.

[She starts thumping the watermelons on display.]

You do realize it may just be you and me in the super exclusive club hanging out in our bat lair. Sans bats please.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

If it ends up like that, it's just 'cause no one else is good enough for us. I can live with that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I think this one is good. [She picks up the watermelon and goes to put it in the cart.]

More room in the super secret lair for us.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[The watermelon selection process is a completely mystery to Neil, so he'll just trust her.]

Yeah. Two's company, and all that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She knows enough. Besides, it's not like they're going to eat the watermelons. She picks another one and puts it in the cart as well.]

Three's a crowd so does that make four a party?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sounds about right.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

So we'll have to find 2 more people to join our club or just stick to the two of us.

(She grins mischievously at him)

Sound kinky

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil coughs. And okay, maybe there's a little bit of squirming and blushing.]

Right, er--? Paint next, eh?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[The squirming and blushing makes her giggle. She loops her arm through his, her hand going to his forearm.]

Paint and we'll take it slow with the orgies.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He smiles sideways at her as he looks for paint, after a while coming across a row of small cans.]

What's your favourite colour?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Crimson. After that, bright yellow.

[Crimson because it's Alabama's color and yellow just because it's happy.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He picks the corresponding cans, sliding the handles onto his arm so he can take green, too.]

I'll remember that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Worried there's going to be a test? [She'll let him handle the paint.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Nah, just thinkin' it might come in handy sometime.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Her brow furrows and she nods. Words stick in her throat, clearly uncomfortable. She clears her throat and forces a smile.] Just not in a football uniform. Then you're Iowa State and I'm not even sure they want to be them.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil ducks his head, embarrassed. He's pretty sure he said something weird.]

Iowa's no good, okay. Gotcha.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[More like he said something very right.]

Not that I've got anything against corn. Add some cream, sugar and a little corn starch, it's nothing short of amazing.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

That definitely sounds pretty awesome. Never had that.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm an awesome cook. I'll make it sometime and you can try it. It's creamed corn but the canned stuff is awful. You have to have it homemade.

[Awkward moment over. It's a good thing.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Defintiely a good thing.]

That's amazing. I only know how to make bacon and mug cakes.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Mug cakes? Okay I have no idea what those are. [She heads toward the checkout with the watermelons, assuming Neil will follow with the paint.] And green? Favorite color?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

It's cake, only you don't hafta use an oven. You microwave it in a coffee mug. Also it's like five ingredients. [He follows after her, laughing slightly at himself. There's a reason Stephen does all the cooking for the two of them.]

Yeah, green's my favourite. 'Cause, uh, 'cause of LoZ, I guess.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

No way. That's awesome. I didn't even know you could make cake in a microwave. [She grew up in a big house with a full time maid who thought the microwave was blasphemous.]

LoZ? You're going to have to explain.