"Do you listen to Alex G?"
"Is that a rapper?"
He wasn't aware his type was girls who had bangs and listen to Indie music.
CS X FEMOC!
IRL! SOCIAL MEDIA!
He wasn't sure if he was completely okay with it. All he had to do was just play it cool and prevent melting like a puddle in front of this girl he was sure wasn't real. He intensely watched Nick and Matt introduce themselves to her. Her voice flowing like honey while Chris tries his hardest to not suffocate at the tone of her voice.
"Hey boys- Oh woah! You guys have the same face. Anyways I'm Stevie, what do y'all need?" She inhales a sharp toke off her cigarette, the smell seeping it's way into Chris' nostril. He wonders why it doesn't make him feel queazy. He takes in the sight of her with admission. He genuinely feels like there's something wrong with him. What is this feeling? He needs to know before he goes insane.
"Nick here wants to know what song was playing a minute ago, and dude we need to give these boys a pep talk on fashion...Pronto." Roslyn puts her hand on Nick' shoulder and welcomes Stevie in with a warm hug, a sincere smiles on their lips. Stevie pulls away with a grin. The cigarette hanging loosely on her lips with her right hand clutching onto her phone, her gaze on the screen as she flicks past her playlist. She shoots them an obvious glare, and with that her eyes land on Chris.
Stevie' eyebrows raise slightly, in question why is his head ducked and why is he frantically playing with his fingers? She ignored his antics and shows Nick her phone, with the song displayed on the screen. "It's called EaseInto It by Sports Coach! it's a fucking sick song bud." said Stevie.
Nick thanks her and immediately puts the song title in his notes. Whilst Stevie and Roslyn talk some fashion sense into Matt which he unconsciously takes note of, Chris can feel his sense fade. If he hears her voice one more time he might just faint. Shaking his head in his own pathetic notion, he takes another gulp of his Pepsi, unknowingly Stevie watches this and takes action.
"Hey man, you feeling okay?" Stevie' hand clutches onto Chris' shoulder and he took a mental note. pull yourself together you loser.
"Uh- I'm-" He stutters like a fool obviously. Briefly glancing towards her with sheepish eyes. "I'm good!"
She eyes him with suspicious as he coughs awkwardly. "You seem a bit anxious. Are parties not your scene?" She says with a gentle sense. He bows his head down again, insecurity floods his chest.
Fuck why do I have to act like a such a moron.
"Is it the cigarettes Chris?" Matt asks, worry on his face and Roslyn and Stevie both share a shameful stare of realisation. "Shit dude I'm sorry we'll put them out-" Stevie and Roslyn both frantically turn to seek out an ashtray and begin to wave their arms around, getting the ash clouds out of their faces.
"Where are the fucking ashtrays!?" Roslyn shouts with frustration and panic. Stevie is still helplessly trying to find an empty cup to put out their cigarettes.
"No no it's not the cigarettes guys I'm totally fine! Just need some air maybe it's really stuffy in here," With that, Chris pats Matts shoulder for reassurance and leaves the group. C'mon get your act together. She's just a girl for christ sakes.
His head in his hands, he steps out the front door. Evidently settling for the step right behind him. His eyes stay put on the grass in front of him, sighing to himself in distress he ruffles his hair with frustration.
"God you're so pathetic." He mutters to himself. Not knowing a new familiar silhouette behind him watching his every move. "Who are you talking to boy?"
With a fright Chris jumps in his spot, turning around instantly his eyes widen in shock, only to loosen with the sight in front of him.
"Please tell me you didn't hear that..." He pleads with desperation although Stevie has a sly smirk on her lips. A chuckle escaping, she dismembers what he said.
"Nah you're good, all I heard was you muttering to yourself like a weirdo."
She attempts to send some kind of humour in the timid air, taunting him with his embarrassment to lift the mood. Something in him tells her he is a bit lost, mentally or physically. Truthfully, to Chris he is still unsure.
Thankfully he grins in amusement, rolling his eyes at the girl sat beside him. "You're the weirdo for following me out here," He challenges. Stevie raises her eyebrows in defence.
"My bad I wanted to be a good civilian and make sure a fellow acquaintance didn't go bananas over the 'stuffy room'." She picks up sarcasm in her last sentence, titling her head to try get some sort of honest reaction out of him.
The dying laughter and comforting silence signals Chris that maybe he doesn't need to tell her. They had only just met but he was already attentive towards her. He has an unfamiliar and abnormal notion about her.
Finally he breaks the silence with something brash. "why do I feel like I've known you for ages?" His words spilling out.
Instantly he feels pitiful towards himself. He didn't mean to lose his pride and dignity around her, his gut feels like it's wretched and his cheeks go crimson in utter embarrassment for saying such a thing. Before he can even deject what he said she answers without a doubt.
"Maybe it's the universe' way of telling us we are going to get along." He has become speechless and he doesn't know why. He just hasn't got anything else to say.
"As long as I teach you wonderful ways of being a sarcastic, graceful, elegant, dapper Indie boy at least." She adds on with a nudge on his shoulder.
He turns his head to face her, a bright grin on her face. Her fringe covering her eyes but he can see the crinkles with her cheeks so wide out of view. shrugging carelessly he cooperates.
"Maybe I'll participate."
She claps her hands and nods her head in pride. The grin on her face loosens and they remain in the same atmosphere as they approached before. Their minds wonder off somewhere else, what's to come, what's next, is this a beginning or end? Is this something that will benefit them? Maybe not but eventually the pair manage to return to their thoughts except they're not thinking about anything else but each other.
"Do you listen to Alex G?" Stevie asks in curiosity.
"Is that a rapper?" Chris assumed without care, a frown on his lips as he stares at a very disappointed Stevie.
