Re: Log, pizza reunion?: Jason T & MJ W
[She should've caught the smoke, but maybe the wind carried it upward as it knifed vertical, out and away, because MJ didn't know anyone else was there until the distinctly male voice called out a greeting. She didn't freeze, but the redhead did peek her head up, her stomach dropping the few inches necessary to hit the ground.—Mary Jane Watson was known for being dramatic, but acting was about control. She didn't like the fact that she'd just been caught, fully vulnerable, with snot on her face, by Gwen's boyfriend.
She wanted to stop crying, but didn't seem to be able to, now that the dam had been loosed. Tears continued to leak from red-rubbed eyes as she fought to wipe them away.
Jason came closer, the orange end of his cigarette rotating wildly in the air after he flicked it away. MJ took a shaky breath, but didn't bother to stand. He'd already seen the worst of it. She put her forehead back on her arms.] Shouldn't you be down there with them?