"I've tried everything, but he won't change his mind." James moans, slamming his head onto the table, hands clutching curly, walnut-coloured hair. "Begged and begged and begged. Damn guy won't budge."
Elizabeth laughs, reaching for her boyfriend's face to gently cup it and lift it to her level. She leans forward to press a feather-light kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure he'll join," a peck on the other cheek and James smiles, " Shower him with compliments?"
"Whole teams tried that," he grumbles, stroking a stray silver lock and pouting as Elizabeth inclines away into her chair at the café, missing her soft touch.
She giggles and bops his nose. "What if he just doesn't want to join?"
James frowns deeply, "He said he was on sports teams in his previous school- and when we asked the first time, he said maybe. But now he won't discuss anything!" She stretches her hand to intertwine their fingers in the centre of the pecan table, caressing his palm, content in this pure, loving moment between them.
-
"Bruh. You're starin' again." Meliodas fleetly whirls his head around, rubbing the back of his neck plus a sheepish smile. "When you cross roads, look left and right. Not behind."
"Sorry," he chuckles, hastily scanning the pavement, "cars won't kill me anyway."
"Dude, them cars could easily crush you," Tyrone says, ochre brown skin almost bronze in the afternoon rays. He misses whatever Meliodas utters next. "What were ya even lookin' at?" With no instant retaliation, he slants back, scrutinising the verdant field behind, the blossoming flowers of late spring and the hawthorn shrubs on either side. Thenceforth, he spots the two girls walking in the distance, and a wicked grin takes him over. He ruffles Meliodas' already dishevelled locks, chortling. "Starin' at Rowan, eh?"
A scowl creeps onto the blonde, and he treks across the heavily rutted road. Tyrone pelts across, catching up on the other side as a van skids past, scarcely avoiding him by a hair. "Whatcha do that for?" he protests.
"I have no feelings for Rowan," Meliodas remarks, glancing down and kicking a stray stone into a coiled waxen-green ivy bush using the outsole of his school shoes. The street remains mute for the pair, clouds obstructing the sun by rippling over the length and breadth of the sky, the only sound being their feet crunching on a gravel path, an aroma of sausages floating from an open window of a nearby house. "I'm already dating someone."
"...You're joking."
"Yep."
Tyrone furrows his brows. "Why won'tcha try things with Rowan?"
Meliodas grins, peering up for steady eye contact, voice laid-back, "I'm not interested. That a good enough reason?"
Tyrone drops the subject after that, somewhat nodding in response.
-
"Elizabeth!"
"Yeah?"
"Look!" She whispers, vigorously jabbing her friend's shoulder to snatch her attention. Elizabeth grudgingly complies and follows Rowan's wide, cyanic eyes, over their desks, to the front of their classroom and landing directly on a mop of blonde hair.
Of course.
"For the sake of my sanity, please talk to him this time."
"I-I don't know how-"
"You don't know how to talk to one boy?"
She huffs, crossing her arms. "It's just-last time I tried-I spluttered through my sentence."
