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Redbrooke Mall.
Snow
Snow's pride was a tad bruised, but he tried not to let that get to him. His eyes widened a bit at Ashley's 'cute' comment. He never really thought about how women saw him. He just focused on the task at hand and kept it moving, but now that he wasn't working, he let that comment sink in. It was the first time that he'd been called cute since he could remember. He limped his way up the two stairs and made his way to the door. His hand touched the handle lightly before he looked back at Ash, "I'm not cute," he said, deadpan then left.
By the time he reached their room, Snow's leg was screaming bloody murder. He plopped onto his bed and laid on his back; waiting. It didn't take long for Ashley to arrive back with their food. He was tempted to let her stay out there because he didn't want to get up, but pie was on the line here. He pushed himself to open the door. His face was void of emotion as he said, "Funny," though he wasn't laughing. He grabbed a pepsi from her hand and made his way back onto his bed. He sat with his long legs extended and his back against the headboard. "So, is this, like, us bonding or something?" He kicked his bat onto the floor beside his bed, hearing the low thump. His bright eyes were on Ashley, but they conveyed nothing. "Is pie your way of trying to understand me and getting me to 'open up'? Like in those romantic novels?" There goes that 'Almost' smile. "Since I've been here, I've been doing some light reading."
By the time she got back to her room- their room -, his comment was still floating around her mind. She wasn't sure if he was offended because she called him cute, since a lot of boys associated that with a more feminine sort of word, or maybe he just didn't see himself that way. Though she still couldn't help but think he just didn't want her to think he was attractive, because then he might see things as awkward since he possibly didn't think of her the same way. If that was the case though, she wouldn't bother sticking around. It wasn't that she didn't want too, so far she liked what she knew about her S, but if he was going to get all weird because of the thought of her thinking he was cute, well she wasn't really up to dealing with that right then. There were more important things, like trying to save the non-adults.
He took the pepsi from her and returned to where he probably was before- on his bed. Turning her back to him, she placed all of the things she had taken from downstairs on the little table in their room. After cutting each of them a piece of pie- a pretty large piece for each, she wasn't one of those girls who were afraid to eat in front of guys -she took her own pepsi and went to sit on her own bed. Handing him his piece of pie, she took up the same position he was in, sitting with her back against the headboard except her legs were crossed underneath her. Recalling his earlier questions, she debated about actually answering them. She could have always just rolled her eyes and repeated exactly what he'd said, funny. But, she didn't. "You could call it bonding," she gave a light shrug. "It's whatever you want it to be, I guess." His comment about the romance novels made her smile though. "Light reading my ass, it's more like being brain washed," she teased, pausing again to take a bite of the pie. "They have taught me though, that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
Snow
Snow's 'Almost' smile grew into a 'Halfway there' one. "If this pie sucks then my heart will remain under lock and key," he said. He grabbed his fork and stabbed into the pie. Popping the pastry into his mouth, Snow's eyes widened in surprise. His taste buds were in a frenzy.
"I can honestly say that this is the best thing that I've ever tasted," he spoke with a full mouth. Crumbs framed his lips, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. He looked at Ashley, giving her a thumbs up. "It's official, you've earned the key to my heart." He shoveled another spoonful of pie into his mouth and moaned happily. He took a sip of pepsi.
"So, since we're 'bonding'," he used his fingers to put quotation marks on the word 'bonding'. "Tell me something about you that no one else knows and I'll tell you something about me. This may seem lame, but teen movies at Blockbuster taught me differently."
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Though she found herself laughing at his first comment, her heart seemed to skip a beat and she suddenly found herself wishing that she had never suggested pie, or at least never saying what she had. Even if it was all just a joke, Snow was the first person that she thought she might have had a chance at being friends with, and she didn't want to mess it up with some silly joke that she had made.
When he turned towards her with crumbs all over his lips, she grinned, only barely able to hold back laughter. His comment about her earning the key to his heart pleased her, and she put her index and thumb finger together before holding them up, as if she had the key between he fingers. She made a point of sticking the imaginary key in her- or well, his -shirt pocket and then pressing her hand over it. "I'll be sure to keep it safe then, 'til you find someone else to give it to," she winked before taking another bite of pie.
As she tried to recall something that no one else knew about her, she struggled to open her pepsi before finally giving up and thrusting it towards Snow and demanding he open it for her. "Um, I made out with this kid named Alex in tenth grade, boys bathroom, even though he had a girlfriend?" She posed it as a question, as if wondering if that was good enough. "I s'pose that doesn't count though, since technically he knows and.. his girlfriend does too." After another moment of thinking, she spoke up again. "I don't believe in love, I guess." Shrugging, she took another small bite of the pie.
Snow
Grabbing the pepsi, Snow opened it with ease then handed it back. "Weak," he said simply, but you could tell that he was joking. He continued to feast on his treat, greedily. The only food that he ever indulged it was in the food court and that wasn't much, so this pie was heaven sent. He listened to her in between sips of soda.
"A scandal," he said. "Interesting. I don't really have an opinion on love, but judging by Titanic, The Notebook, and The Great Gatsby, I've noticed that love is real. It's just not meant for everyone." He took another bite of pie. "Well, I bet you didn't know that I can sing. That's right, get all your jokes in while you can. It surprised me when I found out about my little hidden talent." This pie was making him more open, but he didn't mind. It was nice to actually have someone that wasn't intimidated by him. "Media has been my teenage survival guide since I've been here. I'm debating how accurate it is though..."
Ash playfully narrowed her eyes at his weak comment, fixing him with a glare before grabbing the bottle out of his hands and taking a sip. Pepsi was never one of her favorite drinks, it had a really weird taste in her opinion, but around here you took what you could get. Usually she just drank water though, actually when she was growing up all she was allowed to drink was water, since it was healthy. All it resulted in was really beautiful skin and no cavities.
"You know Leonardo DiCaprio starred in two of the movies you just listed." She hadn't meant to say it, but ever since finally watching Titanic a year or two ago, she had become a little obsessed with DiCaprio. "Do you think you'll ever fall in love?"
The idea of Snow singing amused her, just because he looked so intimidating and tough all of the time, but then she could imagine him dancing and singing to Taylor Swift. "I really don't think you should rely on the musical media to teach you how to be a teenager," she said, clearly amused. "Don't worry, I'll teach you the proper ways to survive the world of acne-covered losers and short-skirt hoes." With only a little bit of the pie left, she set it on the ground next to her bed, not really hungry anymore. "I wonder if there is a music store somewhere around here. We'll have to look around," she paused. "Well, when you can walk again."
Snow
With a quirk of his eyebrow and a swift look, Snow barely held back his amusement. "You have got to learn the art of sarcasm, 'Professor'," He shifted his position so that he was lying on his back, but his face was turned towards Ashley. "I suggest you don't get use to the name." He shook his head fondly, then half-smirked at her. "If I didn't know any better, Ash, but I'd say you were flirting with me. At least, that's what the media has taught me." He stared right at her, his eyes were unblinking. "
Hazel
Hazel squealed happily and grabbed Elsy's hand. "Ade is probably there right now, waiting for me. I just came to get the popcorn and refreshments. She jumped over the counter and was at Elsy's side in no time. She practically dragged Elsy by her hand to the soda machines. Hazel kicked it four times, resulting in three cans of Mountain Dew to drop out. She handed one to Elsy then gestured for the girl to follow her. "This move will make you brawl your eyes out, so we have tissues on deck. You'll love it!" This was a start. She had a feeling that soon, Elsy would be breaking out of her little shell. It felt good to help someone.
Ashley stayed on her side, legs curled up towards her stomach, one hand under her pillow and one propping her head up enough for her to be able to see him. "I'll just find someone else to call me it then," she replied flatly, as if that would be easy to do. When she was little she wanted to be a teacher, until she found out that school sucked. If she had wanted, she could have easily gotten straight A's. School just didn't interest her enough. For a moment, she tried to hold his unwavering gaze, but ended up dropping her eyes back to the floor in the end. "You wish, S."
"Certainly something that's freaking amazing, that is." Ashley smiled. Today, she had made progress. With what though? Multiple things, some that actually surprised her. When Snow and her first made, she made it a goal to be friends with him. And today, she sort of felt like she had gotten somewhere with that. She certainly felt more comfortable with him, which made her very pleased, and she didn't think he minded her presence that much anymore either. Besides that, she had promised herself she would try to make friends, so technically she was working on that too. Start small, with Snow, and then work on being Miss Popular. Or, not. Popular sucked. It meant you actually had to be nice to people, she wasn't very good at that.
His comment about working out made her laugh, quietly though, as if just to herself. "Next time you do something idiotic, don't come calling for me to pick you up," she teased him, careful to avert her eyes when he took his shirt off. There was no way she would be caught staring again, the first time had been bad enough. Sliding off the bed, she muttered a quick don't look before sliding her leggings off and kicking them towards where Snow had thrown his shirt. She quickly decided the shirt would be enough for her to sleep in, and crawled back into bed before pulling the blankets around herself.
"Actually dear, it's the boys that tend to have wet dreams," she made a tsk sort of sound, somewhat like a teacher would if a student answered a question wrong. "Night Snow."
A few hours later she woke up to a light knocking at the door, and pulled on a pair of jeans before slipping outside. Her shift lasted from two in the morning until the next man came at eight, not even surprised to see that she had taken both her and Snow's shift. They talked for a few minutes, him mostly just teasing her about how she was beginning to look like the living dead herself. Though she pretended to brush off the comment, it sort of made her a bit annoyed and then maybe a bit sad. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't sleep.
Around nine she headed back inside, stumbling into her and Snow's room. She didn't even look over to see if Snow was there, just peeled off her jeans and then his shirt, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts, before crawling back into bed. Though she closed her eyes, it was clear that she wasn't asleep. And she knew she wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep either, but it wasn't like she had anything else to do.
Snow had just, he'd started screaming. As far as Ashley knew, up to that point her friend had been in a deep sleep. Well, he had looked a little bit restless, but how could someone who had seen what any of them had, actually get a good nights rest? The part that really puzzled her was that it wasn't just screaming, he was screaming someones name. First she thought it might have been someone here, but when she went through her mental list of the malls occupants, not a single Sam came up. By this time she was sitting up, thoughts still running through her head as to what could have been wrong. Her eyes flicked around the room and towards the door out of habit, making sure that no one was there.
About another ten seconds passed before her heartbeat dropped enough for her to look over at Snow. The sight of her friend literally hurt, he looked so afraid. Slowly, she pushed herself out of bed and tiptoed across the few feet that was in between their beds before kneeling down in front of him. "S-Snow?" she nearly whispered, gently touching one of the hands that held so tightly to the blankets, as if offering him something else to hold onto. "Snow," she repeated, trying to draw his attention towards her. "-are you okay?" It was a stupid question, of course he wasn't okay. But she didn't know what else she could say to him.
Ashley sighed and closed her eyes, unable to watch his tears fall. Snow... he wasn't supposed to be like this. He was never like this. She tried to picture the intimidating, sarcastic, arrogant boy that she had been with just a few hours ago. But she just couldn't, not while hearing how weak he sounded, how hurt. Her eyes fluttered open again and she tightened her grip on his hand. This was never something she was good at, the whole emotion thing. If it had been anyone else, she probably would have bolted by now. She just wasn't great at being- well -sympathetic.
Pushing herself off the floor a bit, she gently nudged Snow to get him to scoot over. When he did, she crawled onto the bed next to him, careful to stay on top the sheets and to make the bed move as little as possible. "It's not your fault," she said softly, already knowing that she probably wasn't helping much. "It isn't your fault that he was... killed. Or that you're here and he isn't." Was she trying to make things worse? "Can... can I do anything?", she asked, slightly hesitant.
Snow
Snow froze in place. His eyes were staring unblinkingly at Ashley. His tears had ceased and his heart rate was slowing. He was numb again...that's what wanted, right. To not feel anything, just survive and go through the motions. He pulled his hand away from Ashley's slowly, and stood up. He ignored the dull throbbing of his leg as he made his way to the door. He didn't care that he was shirtless and sweating, he just needed to get away. He needed to breathe. His hand wrapped around the door knob and pulled it open, but before he could set foot out of the door, he looked at her from over his shoulder with empty eyes. The walls were coming down again and this time they were cemented down. "There's nothing you can do, so don't even try." He said numbly then left the room without another word.
Ashley stared at the spot where Snow used to be. She didn't bother getting up, going back to her own bed. All she did was reach to grab Snow's shirt again and pull it on before wrapping her arms around the pillow. There was no way she was going to cry, he didn't deserve her tears. Anyways, she couldn't hold it against him. He had just woke up crying and Ash wasn't any help at all, she should have expected him to storm off. It still hurt though, but she would never admit that.
Some time later she forced herself to return to her own bed, tucking herself under the covers and curling up near the wall. It was always difficult for her to get to sleep, but with everything on her mind then it was practically impossible. But she didn't want to do anything else, there wasn't anything to do. Her next shift wasn't until night so it didn't matter anyways.
She wanted him to come back, mostly. Wanted him to reappear in the doorway and apologize for leaving like that. Or even be angry at her, she just wanted to know that he wasn't going to go off and do something crazy. Ash just wanted him with her.
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