Lyra June Moon (junebugh) wrote in mcdermott_game, @ 2009-07-15 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric, eric/june, june |
Who: June and Eric
What: A conversation about what they're doing and why.
Where: Quad outside of Jannings.
When: Seven o'clock July 15th
Rating: Pg? Nothing too racy.
Status: Complete
That evening she found herself watching fireflies sailing through the air with no real intention but to fly about and look mighty nice doing it. They were like floating twinkle lights, alternating between being as bright as a light bulb and then sudden invisible to her watchful gaze. June hadn’t ever seen so many of the bugs in one place before! Back home they were few and far in between. The only time they did show up seemed to be when the mosquitoes were at their worse, so it was hard to enjoy the light show while being eaten up at the same time.
July would’ve been bored with them after a minute, but not June. She was so taken by the creatures that she had settled on the lawn before Jannings for a good hour before even thinking about glancing at her watch to see if it was getting late. Only seven, and the sky was still showing signs of pink brightness behind thick, dark clouds of oncoming night, she could do another half hour, and she would do it with a lack of dignity.
June jumped up from her spot on the grass and began trailing fireflies she could see. Every minute or so she’d launch herself at one and try to cup her hands around it and every time she thought she got one she found she was wrong. They were sneaky and hard to catch! She was desperate to get at least one but in the process of her one good catch she fell to the grass and stained her new jeans. “Gotcha!”
Eric was on his way to Harper's Cove (apparently the only thing he desired to eat lately were burgers and fries and he didn't even have to be stoned to crave it), taking a shortcut across the lawn of his residence hall. He had his cell phone out, texting some girl he had met a few days ago and it was because he was engrossed in this that he didn't notice some chick jumping around in the grass until he heard her cry out 'Gotcha'.
Slightly alarmed, he looked up. Uhh. It was that June chick, he recognized that much, and she was ... what the fuck was she doing? And Eric, not being the type to ever edit his thoughts asked exactly that. "What the fuck are you doing?"
June, still stretched out on her stomach from how she fell, propped her self up on her elbows and brought her cupped hands up to her face. That was when a voice questioned her activity, and mighty crudely at that. June glanced to her right and knitted her eyebrows together. “Catchin’ fireflies,” she answered.
Then, she returned her eyes to her hands and very, very slowly opened them to see the firefly walking on her palm and lighting up bright. “Why, what are you doing?” She didn’t think she knew him. Maybe she saw him a couple of times, and if she asked his name.. well.. She forgot it already. “You’re a real treat, bug. Wish I had the guts to keep you.”
"Walking," he replied disinterestedly, and he zeroed in on what she was doing, which apparently was catching fireflies. Was she mentally five years old or something? Eric had once done the same thing, except then he usually killed them. He wasn't a sociopath, just a bored seven year old. Still. After she sweet talked the bug, his eyebrows shot straight up. "... Why?"
"Why what?" she sighed and spread her fingers, giving the bug a chance to fly off. For a moment it stayed, lingered on her index finger and then as quick as she caught it was gone again. June pushed her self up and began brushing the grass off her shirt.
"Why am I catchin' fireflies, or why am I askin' what you're doin'?" That accent was thick as molasses! It coated every word she spoke and though to some it seemed awful charming, to others it just made her sound stupid compared to the fast talkers of the north east. June looked at her watch again and then began picking grass out of her hair.
"Why are you--" God, her accent was really distracting. Count Eric in the group of people who thought her accent sounded stupid. It had be exaggerated or something, he concluded. No fucking way she actually sounded like that. Although she was hot. That was so far the only plus about her. Maybe she was one of those hot/crazy ones. "Why are you catching fireflies?" He managed to complete his sentence this time. "I did that when I was like six."
"Because I never done it before, we don't got them like this down in Texas." She'd never met someone who seemed so curious about a simple thing like enjoying the evening. It kind of bothered her that he made that comment too, like her activity made her childish. Maybe it did, but, "It's fun. Ought to try it some time." Unless he had a stick up his butt, then maybe he'd pass.
"You're from Texas?" he asked, entirely deadpan. "Never would have guessed." Maybe he should have tried a nicer approach. Hot/crazy girls made for interesting hookups, after all. Still, it's not like he was entirely being a jerk. Not that it explicitly mattered. But he'd level with her. "What the hell would I do with them? Besides pluck their wings off," he added with a grin.
She felt like they were shouting. The distance between them only served it's purpose when he was supposedly just passing by. So, June took a few steps toward and him paused when there was only three feet between them. Her ice blues watched a firefly lazily float past as she answered. "That's awful. Nevermind then, maybe you ought not."
June didn't find him terribly attractive. Oh sure, he was nice to look at, sort of but he seemed kind of rude and that was a huge turn off. Wouldn't stop her from trying to be civil, though. "I'm June. Don't think we've ever met proper. Think I've seen ya once or twice, but ain't ever long enough to say hello."
She was moving closer, which apparently meant they were actually having a conversation right now. He wished he was stoned. Then he could probably actually get on board with all this. But as it was ...
He rolled his eyes. "It's just a bug. It's not like I'm throwing rocks at cats." Even thought cats were annoying as fuck. Whatever. "I'm Eric," he offered, and the standoffish quality he had possessed a moment ago instantly shifted into one slightly more flirtatious. His two modes, it seemed. "That sucks. You sure I've never said hello to you? I really think I would have..."
"People who do that are people who are either too bored and need something good and productive do with their time or they end up being serial killers." She'd know. Cousin Bobby was one of those boys. He friend ants with magnifying glasses, salted slugs, caught bees in jars and waited for them to run out of air. Then he went and ended up in the state prison for what he did to that boy. A real shame for the Heywoods, but June knew when he was boy that was how it'd all end.
"I'm as positive as proton." She tilted her head a bit. "I have a feelin' you'd adore my sister." July would throw herself at the boy if she were there. It was sad, really.
"The bored thing. I'm not fucking psychotic or anything, but thank you for the analysis there." Serial killers? For plucking the wings off flies? What normal kid didn't do that? Not like he was snuffing out small woodland creatures in his down time. Regardless.
At her quirky response, his eyebrows went up again but his lip curved up a bit at her next statement. "What's she like? Have her number?"
"She's like me," she shrugged. "I mean, looks like me. We're twins. But she's... " how did June phrase it without it coming out as 'wild and slutty'? She scratched at the back of her head and scrunched up her nose.
"She'd pluck the wings off too. She sure is somethin' else.... she got into this place too, just hasn't decided if she wants to do it yet. So maybe you'll meet her. You can get her number then. I guess." She felt uncomfortable giving that out, though later she knew July would give her hell for not doing it.
Twins, huh? There was a very cliched, old as time fantasy about twins that Eric was most definitely not immune to, and he didn't bother to supress his smirk. Chances were, she wouldn't know exactly why he was smirking and if she did ... well, who gave a fuck? "Hot, but different. Sounds good to me." They could sit around and kill fireflies. Well, not really. That'd be pretty creepy. He gave June a purposeful look, deliberately intense and he bit back another smirk. "Unless you want to beat her to it."
Lord. She really hit the jackpot with this one. June found her lips did not return any resemblance of a smile but gave way to a very purposeful scowl. "You know, I think I'll pass... you really ought to hit up July when she gets here, she's the one that's real attracted to smug jerks, not me. Sorry."
She wasn't really sorry at all. June rolled those small shoulders into a shrug and then took a couple steps backward, as if intending to make an excuse to go.
He was biting back more than a smirk now. He was biting back a full-fledged grin. It was not the first time he had been called a smug jerk, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time. After all ... well, that's pretty much exactly what he was. "You're right. I'll definitely hit up, what's her name, July, when she gets here. But no worries. You'll always have a standing invitation to join."
He moved past her, raising his hand into a wave. "Night, June. Have fun with your fireflies."
"Thanks. That's awful sweet of you, Eric." Sick. She shook her head and when he stepped by she let her eyes roll. "See ya, space cowboy."
Good lord, she hoped he wasn't what all the boys at this school acted like.