(Lol, that's rather true. I'd agree with you all the way were it not for the fact that Dylan has aknowledged not only her feelings, but his own as well. Case in point: the playing around before E died. He just doesn't want to bring that up here. He is chill though. By now he has accepted that weird is pretty normal.)
Dylan sighed and turned around, debating whether or not to follow Avery belowdecks after all. Vaughn wasn't much for conversation, and this had been proven by numerous attempts on Dylan's part. On the other hand, he didn't want to seem obsessive. So he just stood there, staring at the hatch Avery had dissappeared down, unable to act.
(Oh, right! Duh, I totally forgot about that…)
(And here I am, acting like a Blonde… Gosh, I feel smart sometimes…)
(Anyway…)
Avery went into her cabin and sat on her bed, pulling a duffel bag closer to herself. Yeah, she'd "make" breakfast… "Make" as in pull out a granola bar and eat that. Honestly, she was sort of glad neither of the guys had come with. That way she wouldn't have to figure out how to make something on this ship with their limited food supply.
With a weary sigh, she leaned back against the headboard of the bed and took a bite of her "breakfast." At least it was better than nothing.
Vaughn watched Dylan with narrowed eyes. But it wasn’t in a judging way, more of a considerate way. “You look like a lost puppy,” he spoke up in a low tone, leaning against one of the rails with his arms loosely crossed.
"I feel like a lost puppy," He responded, not taking his eyes off the hatch, "What a surprise."
“Because of Avery?” Vaughn asked, looking out at the water.
(I'm just gonna bump this back up to page 1 again.)
(Bumping back to the first page.)
"Yeah, that's part of the problem. That certainly is. Not that Avery herself is a problem, mind you. Just the fact that I can't get her out of my head. And she's reminding me that I used to be a human. A true, honest-to-god human who wasn't a hero. And once unshakable me is now more vulnerable than I ever have been. Take that on top of being the son of a murderer, and partial to two conflicting powers that seem to be having a war inside me? Not fun."
He turned and gave Vaughn an apologetic look, "I probably sound like a mopy son of a gun to you right now. But you asked."
Vaughn gave a loose shrug. “It’s fine. Why don’t you tell her all of this, exactly? I’m sure you’d like the outcome,” he said, hinting that he knew something Dylan didn’t. It was obvious they both liked each other, and their back and forth awkward moments were getting slightly annoying.
(Is… Is he trying to set them up…?)
(XD Lol. That's hilarious.)
After she had finished her granola bar and a bottle of water, Avery decided to go back up to the deck of the ship. When she was almost up, she heard Dylan and Vaughn talking, but she couldn't make out the words. Maybe she should wait for them to finish before she went back up…
Dylan turned to face Vaughn fully, "The outcome is: She tells me I'm being immature. That I need to focus on the task. She'll do it nicely, don't get me wrong. She's sweet like that. But in the end it'll be, 'There's a time and place for everything, and this isn't it.' And she'd be very, very right. What makes you think otherwise?"
Vaughn doubted that Avery would want him to say anything. He could imagine her smacking his arm or something. “Just trust me on it,” he said. That almost made him crack up. He didn’t trust people, yet there he was asking for it. He was so close to loosing his composure.
(Lol. If Vaughn did say something, Avery'd be more humiliated than anything, tbh.)
Blowing a piece of hair out of her face, Avery stepped back onto the deck. Dylan and Vaughn were still in the same place she had left them.
"I'm back," she said, catching their attention so that they wouldn't think she was eavesdropping on them.
(Okay, I wrote this, hit post, and it did nothing. So I write again!)
Dylan shoved his hands in his pockets and did his best to hide his embarassment, "Avery. Hey. Didn't hear you come out."
Well done, Dylan. Well done.
He banished the thought and smiled, forcing himself to relax. "How was lunch?" he asked, smiling.
(Lol. I hate when that happens.)
"Breakfast was fine," Avery replied with a smile of her own as she made her way over. "I really didn't have much, honestly. Just a granola bar and some water."
"Right. Breakfast… sorry. We might be able to get some actual food when we get down there, if you like?"
Vaughn actually snickered softly at that. Romantic feelings like that were sp strange, the way they screwed with the brain. It was very amusing to watch.
Avery shot Vaughn a strange look before turning back to Dylan and waving the offer away.
"It's fine. Unless you guys care about it, I'm good. I don't generally eat that much for breakfast, anyway, if I even remember. A lot of the time when it's around breakfast is when villains decide to strike, oddly enough," she explained.
Dylan nodded dumbly. Then Avery's words sank in, and Dylan did a double take. "Wait. Is there a story there? It sounds like there's a story there."
"No, no!" Avery laughed, shaking her head. "It's just that my team and I often battle early in the morning, for some reason."
Vaughn arched a brow. He would expect more criminal activity to go on at night. He did his work at night. There was much more cover in the darkness.
Avery noticed Vaughn's look and turned slightly towards him.
"What? Villains in my city are weird, okay?"
