Paper Moon ☓ Hood [ON HOLD]

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on our way home I realise

there's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes

only veiled by a thin disguise

☾

The lights blared and the people yelled and it was all just too much.

Despite this, Marcaline had plastered on a forced smile to rebut the worried looks she had been receiving from Asher and Monique. All she wanted was for them to have a little fun, just in return for all the times they had missed things like that out for her. Besides, Brianna was already away giggling to a guy on the benches.

She shovelled a few more fries into her mouth and continued to watch the game, standing up occasionally (not because she was enthusiastic about the game, but rather because she couldn't see over the sea of people due to her short height), and trying to identify the players.

Marceline had admittedly kept her eyes on Calum for a while, she was no doubt impressed by his footwork and hadn't really expected it. She thought that he would half-ass it like he tended to do with everything else, but instead found a new level of concentration in his eyes as he played, his muscles shifting under his skin as he kicked at the ball. Not that she was paying any attention to them.

A flash of red appeared at the corner of her eye and she turned to catch Michael's gaze. He smiled and she returned a grin and waved him over. Monique watched Michael make his way towards them and her body language screamed "Get away or I'll chop your balls off, Marcaline doesn't need this.", but before Michael could go running for the hills Marcaline had already hooked an arm through his. He seemed surprised at the little jolt from being pulled away from the large crowd, but he sent a small smile to Marceline nevertheless.

"Oh, is he your friend?" Monique's manner became a little less aggressive and a little more suggestive as Marcaline nodded and dropped Michael's arm, avoiding eye contact. She instead offered Michael her fries, chuckling when he said "You read my mind." and grabbing a handful.

All of a sudden a loud roar had ripped through the park, and the schools' team were all packed into a group hug. Marcaline still hadn't found the excitement contagious but clapped along till her palms were pink since Michael was cheering (very loudly, and with a bit of profanity I must say) and she didn't want to seem like a kill joy.

Dylan soon made his way over to the four of them, whilst grinning like a fool. He picked Marcaline up and spun her around, her eyes widened as she held onto his shoulders for dear life. Putting her back down, he seemed to be oblivious to the little laugh that Marcaline had forced out as he glanced at someone over her shoulder with a smirk. He was quickly reminded that four pairs of eyes were on him and he threw his arms up ecstatically.

"Hey you guys made it!" he shouted over the noise. His eyes did a once over of Michael and his smile faltered a bit.

"Who's this?" Dylan asked.

"I'm Michael. Michael Clifford?" he added when Dylan's look of confusion didn't leave his face. "We're in like three classes together?" Michael said, a bit aggravated this time. Even Asher rolled her eyes.

"Sorry bro." Dylan laughed. He flung an arm over Marcaline's shoulders and seemed to become distracted by the same person he was looking at before. Marcaline craned her neck to try find them but couldn't see anyone, she wondered who it was that could take so much of Dylan's attention for so long.

Calum spotted the little group from the far side of the field, and further then saw Dylan with his arm around Marceline. He was already halfway there before his mind caught up with his body and rushed to think of an excuse as to why he decided to approach them.