"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"As adults, we tend to dislike mysteries. We feel uncomfortable not knowing"-Midnight Mass ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
"You're such a loser Steve," Blake snorted, weed-laced smoke drifting from her lips. She sat on the hood of her car, legs crossed and a joint between her fingers.
Steve leaned against his car parked across from Blake's. He had his arms crossed. "No, I'm not," he snapped back.
Robin snickered. "Face it, you are still going to the plays of our high school and crying that we won the championship. You're emotional." Robin also sat on the hood of Blake's car, head leaning on her fist.
The joint was passed to Steve. And the brunet took a drag.
"He just misses his Scarlett," Blake's voice shot up two octaves as she spoke before she broke into a fit of giggles. "Being that codependent is just sad." She blinked at Steve, who grew ever more annoyed.
"You're just sad you're both single," the Harrington boy grumbled. He pouted and pinched the joint before passing it to Blake again.
Blake mocked offence as her mouth fell open. "How dare you? My options are extremely limited." Robin grew bright red, matching Blake's hair. "Minimal even," Blake added with a sigh.
Steve's gaze met Robin's and the latter looked down, she bit down on her lip as Steve's eyes bore into her head.
A frown appeared on Blake's face. "What?" She looked in between Steve and Robin. "Don't tell me you've found someone," she groaned. "No fair, who is he?" Blake demanded. She collapsed back onto her windshield with a huff.
In an instant Robin grew redder, and sweat rolled down the girl's forehead. "Uh-I," Robin pulled her collar. "Uhh, you see- It's nobody. Well, it's-" she looked at Steve for a rescue. Drool dribbled from her mouth as she tried to fight her way out of the conversation. Maybe the Russians torturing her wasn't so bad, this seemed worse. "Well, see..."
"Robin's a loser, just like you." Steve waved his hands as he spoke. Robin's eyes grew to the size of golfballs and Blake raised a middlefinger. "Neither of you can find people, unlike me." He waved to himself and winked at Robin who fumed silently.
The joint fizzled out as the two young adults finished it. "You're still pathetic Bird-Face." Blake hopped off her hood as she spoke and pointed at Steve with a smirk. She flicked the last bit of joint away.
Steve raised his hands in offence. "Am not."
"I have to agree with Blake," Robin mused, she shrugged.
