WHO: Alita & Aidan (open to Dana later) WHEN: May 11th WHERE: Outskirts of town SUMMARY: Alita has to multitask between ogling a cute boy and actually being useful STATUS: Incomplete WARNINGS: Ridiculousness.
With so much going on, Alita felt almost guilty for her sunny afternoon spent drawing. Dr. Kline's death left a void that several people, most notably Attie and Shaun, were trying to fill. It felt like pre-apocalypse politics all over again. Ali had done her civic duty and registered to vote. But oftentimes, she felt like her voice had little chance of being heard. Even less of a chance at making a difference. The criticisms of teenagers were often disregarded based on age. What could they know? So many issues were too nuanced for them to form a mature opinion on!
Gen-Z are too liberal and ungrateful, says the privileged old white person. News at 11.
On top of everything was a shortage of food and some idiot who kept going around setting houses on fire. Why anyone would choose to make their situation any harder than it needed to be, she didn't know. Was selfishly relieved that it wasn't her responsibility to find out. If some people still wanted to see her as a child and delegate less intensive tasks to her, so be it. She would do them and do them well. And right now, that involved helping to draft plans for their new boarder wall. Thankfully, theirs was not one fueled by male egotism and blatant racism. This wall actually had a purpose. One that would keep their entire community safe.
Now if only she could stop doodling AW+AK in the margins of all her schematics. Their combined name in the world of hot celebrity couples would be Ailita. Or Aidanita. Or Welly, if shippers opted to use their last names ...
Alita had to squint as a shadow was cast over her open notebook. Belatedly connecting it to the person standing over her, she craned her neck to look up at Aidan. Breathed, "Wow, you look hot." And in all fairness, he did. In both the literal and figurative sense. The former was a much safer train of thought to follow, though. It prompted her to grab her canteen of water and hold it out to him. "Drink?"