AU One-Shots

Smoothies

Written by Kraken
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The dust kicked up from the dirt road blew and stung the eyes of the passing people, but nobody seemed to notice. Pain seemed to be something normal to this 'new world', and every inhabitant was blind to the suffering of others. That, or they didn't care.

A girl cloaked in a black hoodie sat on a bench alone, earbuds in, but she wasn't listening to the music that radiated from the small iPhone 6. She stared out at the barren wasteland of a world that she called 'home', completely zoned out and buried under dark thoughts that had no right to be there, provoked by seemingly nothing.

Not depression or suicidal thoughts, just a twisted, gruesome version of boredom and exhaustion that tangled in an awkward combination to equal trains of thoughts that followed questionable rails.

She stood up and joined the herd, a simple, average nobody and went with the flow of things. She had striven for new heights and fame, but the crushing feeling on her heart had completely derailed that dream and she had abandoned it in the clouded, tainted pool of tears.

She pulled up her hood and stared at the ground as she walked, watching her feet as if they weren't hers and she didn't trust them. The large crowd of people gave her a horrible, smothered feeling that choked her and caused her breath to catch in her throat.

Contact exploded in her shoulder and she gasped and looked up, her eyes meeting the eyes of a friendly looking girl with dark hair. The expression on the girl's face was that of hers; frightened, curious, confused and surprised.

"Sorry," the girl gasped. "It's really crowded." She swiped a strand of hair from her face and expectantly stared at the girl in the black hoodie, waiting for a response, or any form of acknowledgement.

The hooded girl wasn't good around people. A stronger wave of anxiety clawed at her chest, but she managed to stutter out: "Okay..."

She silently cussed at herself, never say the right thing. Never. Unreliable, untrustworthy, stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The dark haired girl slightly tilted her head and cleared her throat. "I'm Neon." She said, and gave the strange hooded girl another deep, searching look.

"Kraken..." said the the girl, hoping and trusting herself to do the right thing, though she knew that was a slim chance.

Neon cleared her throat once again. "So um. You look lonely," and an expression of annoyance crossed her face, as if she too had made a mistake.

Kraken looked down once again. She was now visibly shivering, hating being next to a person this long, just waiting to screw up and ruin something again. Wasn't like it would be a first.

Neon sighed and looked around at the barren streets. "I'm actually on my way to grab a smoothie with some friends," she said softly. "You want to come along?"

Kraken's heart swelled. That's exactly what she wanted to hear, but she couldn't. She was broke, broken, malfunctioning. "I...I can't..."

Neon rolled her eyes. "Come on," she hissed, grabbing Kraken's hoodie sleeve and pulling her along.

The smoothie shop was a sudden burst of color in a jacked up, monochrome world of war and death. Blues, greens and shades of pink Kraken had never even seen before.