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Evelyn turned so her back was facing him when he flung it,so that it didn't her in the face. "Opinion and fact are two different things, clutz. You think I'm pretty but I'm actually really not." She shrugged. "Prove to me that I'm pretty,and maybe you'll earn something. A date or whatever ya want I guess." She shrugged.

"Ah, a challenge. Well then, let's make this go both ways. If you prove to me that I'm attractive, and I prove to you that you're attractive, we each get to take the other out. Dates, if you will." They grinned at her and winked.

"It's the boldness of your eyes. You're daring and could kill me with a word and a movement but you won't. Electricity in your eyes and throughout your veins. It's the cutting edge rebel clothes to hide the too hurt rebel heart inside,that if I cracked open like a coconut would bleed red and black. Red for purity and black for pain. It's all poetry though. It's that smart little smirk that seems to trick people you're a know at all, but nary will I get a natural smile out of your dangerous self. Not unless it's 3 am and we're laughing in eachothers arms at the stupid shit. And even then you won't be truly soft, still putting up a front until you're comfortable. Really comfortable. But I like it. It's kinda like finding hay in a needle stack. A heart in a room of knives. And I will. I've done it before. You aren't the first runaway wannabe I've caught and given a home to." She nodded once as she sat there. "Alright then, danger. What you got?"

As she talked, Jamie's eyebrows raised and their face reddened. Her poetic way of speaking and her eerily spot-on analysis of them…it flattered them, surprised them, intrigued them, made them feel things they hadn't ever felt. When she finished, they laughed softly and angled their face down at their lap for a moment– "all that from a first impression, huh?" –before looking back up into her eyes, pushing their hair back from their forehead and letting it bounce back down.
"For me it's…the way you carry yourself. The way you so effortlessly stand out, yet fit in. You're so comfortable with yourself, so confident, so assured in your actions, in ways I could never be. You seem to see the potential in everyone. And…I feel like that's one of your pet peeves, how nobody seems to live up to what they're capable of. You're not afraid of getting looks, and yet you're so comfortable where you are, so fluid, so graceful, so…so you, and that's…I admire that. It's something I could never be."
They were unaware of the slightly dreamy look in their eyes that had leaked through their facade of stoicism.

"Hey Cloudy, do remember that Hell often disguses itself as heaven to lure in the sinners. And all that glitters is not gold. Anyways. You're an easy read, but that doesn't make you any less exciting. Comic books are easy to read. But I am a walking mystery novel, and you're more…oh…" She snapped her fingers together,trying to remember. "Tip of my tongue…damn. I'm an english major and I can't remember a book genre. Not fantasy adventure. You've coated yourself in reality and then tried to set fire, not realizing it's your skin now. Oh well. Do we gotta date then,Dreamy?" (SO. Canonically Evelyn is genderfluid. So I'm gonna…try to start putting that into my rp. Mind if I experiment here?)

(yeah, totally! go for it!)
"Dreamy?" They let out a laugh of surprise. "If you insist. Do you usually find relationships this way?"

"We live and learn. Yes Dreamy. Ya gotta know how to charm even the toughest of the tough. Anyways, I find dates where I want. I don't gotta tell you my list of shattered hearts. Take away the mystery. Now then, we need a time and place for our date."

"Hmm." They picked at their shoes as they thought. "What about the skate park at that strip mall by the high school? If you don't skate I can help teach you. And there's a café there too if you're more into a traditional date. Friday at 7?" Looking up at her, they cracked a smile between chapped lips.

"I roller blade but don't board or anything. 7? Seems kinda late. That part of down can be pretty dangerous…6. It'll still be daylight and then we can get comfy. I can definitely roll with all that." She smiled and hopped off the swing, stretching, and wiping off all the wood chips that were still stuck to her clothes. "Of course I'm always down to hang out too. It's only a sunny saturday afternoon. I've got nothin' to do."

"Six works. My mom wouldn't care if I were gone either way." They stood up from the ground and brushed bark out of their hair and off their jeans. "I've got this essay I should start on, but I have another couple weeks, so it's not a big deal. It can wait one afternoon longer. Anything interesting around here you feel worth showing me? Nothing's too far unless it's out of town, I can make my way back fine anytime."

"Not anything you haven't seen. Strip clubs and bars, and corner hookers if you go really deep into the neighborhood. But here it's mostly teens struggling through highschool and basically making it from break to break. There's the stream where we always catch frogs in the summer, and the lake that it leads to where I've gone skinny dipping more then once. The abandoned park that we all have named Smokey Park for various reasons. Some person even started just wildly growing weed there. I don't like going though except for a hit. A lot of stray condoms and broken glass. Too many popular kids up there too. There's always the mall of course, but I ain't got a lot of cash. Honestly I'm just bored. Bored and interested in you. You're the most interesting thing I've seen in a while."

"At any rate, it sounds more exciting than where I live. And stop with that, I'm not that interesting once you get past the tats." They gestured vaguely as if to say, What is it that you want from me?, revealing a split black-and-white skull tattoo on their inner left forearm, and faint scars and clusters of Band-Aids on their right.

"Yeah right. Then neither am I, handsome. Everyone is interesting. You're a cool rockafella. Someone I can get down with. But I don't know you. Not all that well. I know your surface and a whisp of insecurities, but. That's easy. Past that I have no idea. A walking mystery. What I call a nightwalker. Living in your shadows. But they don't call me Sunny for just ANY reason. You'll be lit up like the moon if ya hang around me long enough." She then leaned over, kissed his cheek, and walked off.

Eyes wide, Jamie watched her walk away as their face reddened. Once she was out of sight, they let out a single laugh of surprise and ran their fingers shakily through their hair. They took a few moments to replay what had just happened in their head before getting up, walking back to the street, and tossing their board on the ground, thus beginning the long journey home.

She watched him roll the opposite direction and yelled. "SEE YA ROUND MA DUDE!" Before heading on home, where she hoped her siblings had stopped fighting. Friday came around almost too fast but waaaay too slow, and as soon as school had finished, he raced home, threw down his bag, and began to plan out his outfit for his date. He ate an early lunch at 4 after being yelled at to do his schoolwork for an hour before he got ready for the date. Which left him with an hour to be ready and head out the door. He'd be late to the skate park but he didn't really care. If he liked him he'd wait. He threw on his usual black and green converse high tops, and some jeans that were painted and drawn in sharpie all over. A memory from last year. He pulled those on, grabbed his binder and squeezed into that, then threw on a black tank top and a blue and green button up plaid shirt, leaving it open. He donned a beanie, and messed with it in his stand up mirror to make sure that his pink hair stuck out, and then nabbed his little wrist purse which was really the only girly thing about him. After putting on a pair of silver star earrings he was ready to go. He stuffed all the cash into a black leather wallet, jammed it into his pocket, and packed a shoulder string bag with extra shoes, a water bottle, a few granola bars, and just in case a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He then bolted down stairs, put on his skates, and after yelling goodbye, skated off out the door and to the park. He also had plopped into his pocket and earbuds, and soon enough some Bikini Kill, a feminist punk rock band, was playing in his ears as he cruised on downtown.

Headphones on and lip-syncing to Florence + the Machine, Jamie got home at around five on Friday evening, after a post-school study session with a pair of friends for a chemistry test the next week. He let himself in through the holey back screen door, grabbed a Redbull out of the fridge, and downed it as he walked to his room. Once there, he threw his backpack into the corner and, looking down at his clothes, clicked his tongue and opened his closet to search for an acceptable outfit. He settled on a pair of ripped black jeans embroidered with roses, a black tee with a vaporwave print and the text BOYS DO CRY, and a denim jacket covered in spray paint that he tied around his waist. After putting his dusty Chuck Taylors back on, he stopped in front of the mirror to check his lip piercing, apply a liberal dose of eyeliner and, after a moment of thought, red eyeshadow as well. He was about to leave the room when he turned full circle and went back to his backpack, emptying it of its books and papers. He patted his pockets to ensure that his duct-tape wallet, keys, and his cracked phone were still there. On his way out the door, he tossed another Redbull, a can of Sprite, and a half-eaten bag of Doritos into it, grabbed his skateboard, and left, taking care to duck under the living room window where his mother was watching something about Trump.

Jaxsons siblings Starla and Ashton also joined, both on their own seperate boards. Ashton and Starla were also birth siblings and really close with Jax. Already Jaxson's skates were kicked off and they had him teetered onto both of their boards at the tallest ramp. Jaxson perked up when he saw Jamie. "Well hey it's the peanut butter to my jellYYYYY!!!!!" And at that instant Ashton and Starla pushed Jaxson down the ramp. He screamed as he sped down, went about halfway up the ramp on the otherside. "Oh shit…" And went back again. On the way back the boards split and shot off from under his ass in totally different directions. He then rolls off a bit and lays there. Starla and Ashton slid down the ramp and walked over to Jax. Ashton spoke up. "Hey cherry whore, you good?" Starla's golden eyes just stared down, and poked at Jaxson a bit with her foot. "Yeah yeah hey stop that Star! Left a good number of bruises. Anyways we gotta try that again but THIS time, push harder. Maybe if we push hard enough I can go flying over the ramp and hit the fence." Starla shook her head. "Jax did you get a concussion too or something? That wouldn't work mostly because the ramp over there would have to be lower and we both would have to practically chuck you for that." "Hmmm…" Jax sat there, lost in thought, having already forgotten about Jamie, standing there, watching his stupidity with his family in full action, Jaxson's rollerblades on the stairs leading up to the ramp, his green string bag laying on top of them.

Jamie cracked a smile, dropped his bag next to Jax's, and skated over to meet them. "'Sup, dude. I'm assuming these are your siblings?" He turned to them and snapped his fingers into finger guns. "Pleasure. I'm Jamie."

Starla laughed. "Awkward Bisexual finger guns. I dig. I'm Starla. That's Ashton. He's a cosmic whore." "HEY! You're just jealous my ass makes more bank then your stupid little science projects ever could." "Excuse me while you're creating your own trauma, I'm trying to save the world before we become greedy and kill it." Jax suddenly got up and stick a finger in both of their mouths. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I will not have you two ruining my date." He took his hand out and wiped off the drool,while Starla and Ashton both gagged and spit. "Jax you're disgusting." "Damn right I am. Fight at home." Jaxson then walked over and gave Jamie a hug. "It's good to see your handsome face again."

Taking their headphones completely off and letting them hang around their neck, Jamie laughed and returned the hug; Jax's head fit perfectly under their chin. "Good to see you too. Nice beanie, by the way. One of my friends has the same one."

"Oh this old thing?" It was a grey dingy beanie, covered mostly in pins and rattled with every movement. "Ashton gave it too me." The green haired cosmic whore shrugged. "It was either that or toss is." "Right because you could never be perceived as nice." "Damn right gotta keep myself as tight as my fine ass." Starla shook her head and dropped her board. "I'm gonna go try some new trick jumps. Cmon Smokey Bear." Ashton nabbed the other board and they both rolled off to the railings, as Jaxson stretched a bit. "Fucking binders…"

"So." Jamie playfully slapped Jaxson's shoulder. "Can you skate? Or do you stick with rollers?" They set their board down in front of the halfpipe and planted a foot on it.

"Rollers. Skating isn't dangerous enough." He kissed Jamie's cheek suddenly,and rolled away to go test out just how fast he can get on the ramps.