four eyes | claire standish ✅

thirteen

"Well, Sporto," John changes the topic, turning to Andrew. "Do you get along with your parents?"

"Well if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?"

"You're an idiot anyway," John scoffs, getting close to Andrew. "But if you say you get along with your parents well you're a liar too!" He only gets a few feet away before Andrew shoves him.

"You know something, man, if we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you!"

Bender turns around, pointing his middle finger at the floor. "Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?" He flips his hand up, giving Andrew the bird.

"Hey, fellas-" Brian places his hands on the two, only to get pushed away. "I don't like my parents either, I don't-- I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko!"

"You're a parent's wet dream, okay?" John scoffs.

"Well, that's the problem!" Brian responds.

"Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes." Bender waves his arm, making Brian look down at his clothing. "But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

"Do you have to insult everyone?" Andrew snaps.

"I'm just being honest, asshole!" Bender admits. "I would expect you to know the difference."

"Yeah, well he has a name!"

"Do you know his name, Andrew?" Angel asks, raising a brow. Andrew lets his head drop, making the girl roll her eyes. "Hi, Brian." She gives him a small smile, the boy responding with a nervous smile himself. Soon though, her smile turns into a sly grin, turning around to look at Claire. "And what's your name?"

"Claire."

"Ka-Laire?" Angel speaks slowly.

"It's a family name."

"It's weird because every person who I've met named Claire is more on the larger side," John points out.

"I'm not fat!"

"I could see you really pushing maximum density!" Bender goes on. "You see, I'm not sure if you know this-- but there are two kinds of fat people: Fat people that were born fat, and then there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat. So when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside! You're gonna get married, squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh-" He places his arms by his sides. He makes indescribable noises, moving his arms away from his torso as he does so, mimicking someone getting fat.

Claire responds with the bird. "Such an obscene jester for a pristine girl," John states, moving towards the girl.

"Why do I feel you'd be the type to have a white wedding?" he wonders onward. He glances over at Angel, giving her a devious smirk. She raises a brow at him but doesn't move.

"Why don't you just shut up?"

"Probably haven't kissed a boy either." John leans on her table. "Ever been felt up? Hm? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, just praying to God your parents don't walk in?" She shifts in her seat. Angel looks at her movements, reading them silently.

"Do you want me to puke?"

"Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, your Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?" he questions more. Her reactions create a thousand different explanations in Angel's head, wanting to find the answer.

"Leave her alone!" Angel groans silently, Andrew ruining the moment.