⋆𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲⋆ 【𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙞𝙣】

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"Your car is a real piece of shit."

"And so is my friend, but you don't hear me announcing it to the world,  now do you?" 

"Actually, you do."

"I didn't ask."

"This thing is a death trap, Sylvia, you need to trade it in soon." She heard him mutter, utter distaste coming from a place of worry. Sylvia knows him too well to not know where his words come from after learning most of the tones in his speech patterns

Kurt has been against her car ever since she bought it because wanted her to get the Volvo that was at the lot on the same day, but her car was only $1,000 and it was less than the budget that she had saved up at her part-time job as a barista. He still claims her beat-up rambler was essentially a coffin on wheels, and she had to remind him she wasn't driving a hearse.

"Why would I do that when you will come to pick me up when it dies?" She replied in a smug manner and shut the door with flaking green paint to her car after gathering the last of her personal items from it, pulling the cigarette from between her lips, smoke leaving her mouth as she talked. Fingers with chipped red nail polish hold the cancer stick with a certain ease, familiar with the pattern of the usage yet tension. She is never fully relaxed even in her unconscious patterns. The faux blonde wasn't even aware of this on her own. 

He gave her an unimpressed look as he walked her back to where he had parked in the gas station lot. The sun was still at its highest point in the sky, but that did nothing to warm them up. The clear day and bright blue sky were deceptive as the visible puffs of air left their mouths when they talked. Sylvia wrapped her puffy jacket closer around her body and Kurt shoved his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Prolonging this car's death is just cruel," Kurt remarked after he unlocked his own car, opening the door for her as if he's done it a million times before, the gesture was just engrained into him by now. 

Raising her middle finger to match his remark, Sylvia crouched down and slid into the car, her body fitting into the passenger seat perfectly like it was custom to her as it was still set to the settings she likes it at. She was grateful he came to her rescue after she called him on the nearby payphone about a few yards away from her now dead and gone car. Inside, she knew there was no way it would ever turn on again from its age and how poorly it was treated before she purchased it. And Kurt knew that too, it's part of the reason he got here as quickly as he could. Sylvia knows Kurt would come to her aid. 

Kurt has always just been there for her for everything good and everything bad, for as long as they have known each other, as she can remember. Her best friend since their freshman year of high school.

The fateful meeting that first day in their algebra class was where it started. Sylvia was bored out of her mind as the teacher was prattling on, she looked to the right to see out the window, instead, she saw a blond boy with utter confusion merged with a lack of fucks to give when he was staring at the blackboard. Sylvia was both intrigued and amused by his expression. She tucked then brown hair behind her ear and quietly got up from the left end of the back row and walked around to the empty spot beside him and offered her help.

He still flunked the class that year, stating he doesn't get it, and he doesn't want to get it. It was unspoken, but at least he flunked with a new friend. It was quickly from there on out that she learned about Kurt's disdain for the education system. He didn't hate learning as much as he hated how the educational system was structured because you had to lose individuality to pass and students don't learn things that help them as people, but that they are taught things to help them be perfect robots in the workforce. On the opposite side, Sylvia was pretty good at school since she found a certain escape in it, giving her something to focus on that wasn't her own mind or herself. Being able to just throw herself into something like homework, projects, or just studying kept her from self-destructive behaviors. Art class was where they both excelled. Sylvia knew it was the one class Kurt cared to be on time for and that meant it was something valuable to him.