Sabrina Cox (thelastgirl) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2017-10-06 14:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, mak, mak x sabrina, sabrina |
Who: Sabrina and Mak
When: Saturday, September 2nd
Where: Mak’s house/Sweetbriar Bridge
It was ridiculous, but Mak had been nervous all day about Sabrina coming over. She’d cleaned her room in a frenzy that morning, then taken a long shower and couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting with stuff. Her hair, her clothes, the things she had on her desk. Sabrina had been to her house before, she knew all the nerdy things that Mak had in her room already, but something felt a little different about this time. Maybe that was just her. Probably. Still, she felt compelled to wear something that she looked decent in, at least, some soft torn jeans and a t-shirt that was a bit more form-fitting than she usually wore.
She was hanging around in the living room and checking her phone every two seconds while she waited for Sabrina. She’d told her parents she was having a friend over, and her mom had already asked if Sabrina was staying for dinner, but Mak had said she didn’t know. She hoped so inside, but kind of not, because that meant a family meal around the table and that would just be awkward as fuck. So she was leaving that up in the air to keep herself sane at the moment.
Sabrina wasn't feeling any kind of nerves, walking over to Mak's house. If anything, she was just excited to be out of her apartment, hanging out with one of her closest friends. And maybe get some real food. But mostly, yeah, hanging out with Mak. They had plans, of course, and Sabrina had brought over printer paper she'd taken from her dad's printer. He never used the thing and it was out of ink anyway from all of Sabrina's school papers she had written over the past two years. Thank god for the public library, because ink was goddamn expensive.
She wore a black mini skirt with fishnet tights beneath them and her Converse shoes. Her t-shirt had a faded picture of the Death Star, and a small tear at the hem from climbing a fence of a neighbor last year. It was her favorite t-shirt, so it wasn't going in the garbage. She decided the tear gave it more character, or some shit like that. Sabrina had left her jacket at home, since it was warm today, and her bag was heavy on her shoulder from the paper inside. She brought way more than was necessary, but it never hurt to be prepared.
Once she reached Mak's house, Sabrina knocked on the door and reached up to smooth down her bangs. She should have done more with her hair, but she doubted Mak was going to care much.
Mak was off the couch like a shot as soon as she heard the knock, hurrying to the door even though her mom had promised not to answer it, or be present when she opened it, or hover over them, or do anything else generally embarrassing. She paused to take a deep breath and let it out before she actually opened the door, and was smiling already. It only widened when she saw Sabrina and how fucking cute she looked. A skirt just to come over and hang out? Wow. Never mind that was generally the kind of thing she wore to school and everything, she was about to be in Mak’s bedroom in fishnets. “Oh hey,” Mak greeted, moving back so Sabrina could come inside. “C’mon in.”
Sabrina grinned at the sight of Mak. Honestly, she was a little relieved that it had been Mak and not her mom or dad. There was always a brief, awkward thing with friend's parents. Plus, Sabrina could think to herself that Mak looked super cute - which she did - without having parents hovering, which could add to the awkward thing. "Hey back," Sabrina said, stepping into the house. She loved Mak's house. It smelled like... oh, she didn't know. Whatever a real home with a real family was supposed to smell like. She loved the smell. "I brought paper," Sabrina said, patting her bag on her side. "Lots and lots of paper. We could write a fucking novel on sexuality alliances. Or just a fucking novel on anything." Sabrina's eyes widened and she quickly covered her mouth before whispering. "Your mom is here, right? I should probably stop saying fucking so much."
Mak giggled and waved a dismissive hand. “She’s in her office, it’s okay,” she said. “I’ve heard her say worse anyway. But good! We’ll need lots of paper.” She had plenty herself, her parents always kept her computer stuff well-stocked, but Mak appreciated that Sabrina had brought a bunch to contribute anyway. “Come on, let’s go upstairs before she like, comes out and starts quizzing you about your family and shit.” Ugh, that was the last thing they needed, mom conversation. Mak turned to lead the way toward the hardwood steps, her bare feet making soft sounds as she bounced up them.
Her room was large and well-lit from two big windows with gauzy curtains over the blinds. It was neater than it generally was, plenty of room on the desk around her laptop, printer, and stacked books. One of her walls was dominated by a huge rainbow Pride flag, with various other flags pinned around it; the rest of the wall space covered with movie and band posters, mixed in with art and space prints that Mak found beautiful. A TV with a couple of video game consoles around it sat on a stuffed short bookshelf across from the queen sized bed. There were toys and Funko Pops dotting most of the flat surfaces, and a couple of beanbags tossed at the foot of the bed. Mak led the way to her desk and opened her laptop up. She’d brought up another computer chair so Sabrina didn’t have to sit on a bean bag the whole time.
Sabrina didn't feel like answering any questions about her family, or lack thereof, so she followed Mak without hesitation. She pulled her bag off of her shoulder and set it on the floor near Mak's desk. "I know I've said it before, but I fucking love your room," Sabrina said, quickly moving to flop down on Mak's bed. She would move to the other chair in a minute, but for the moment, she was enjoying bouncing on Mak's super comfy bed. "I think it's bigger than like, my whole apartment." That was an exaggeration, but it felt true. Sabrina bounced again before slipping off the bed to slide into the computer chair beside Mak. "So I trust your photoshopping magic. I can give you the info if you could do everything else. Which makes me sound like a lazy asshole, but I promise I'll be super vocal about what you're doing," she said with a grin.
She loved her room too. Especially with hot girls in it with her. Not that that had happened often, but having Sabrina Cox on her bed, however briefly, was the stuff that Mak’s dreams were made of. She just stood near her desk and watched, trying to tone her smile down, until Sabrina joined her again. Mak sat too and laughed a bit. “I’m actually really good at being bossed around, it’s like a talent,” she joked, grabbing her wireless mouse. She pulled Photoshop up. “Okay so like ... any idea what you want on it? Do you know what room we’re meeting in yet and times and stuff?”
"Oh yeah, I'm totally prepared. I was able to get room 112," Sabrina said. "Wednesday, the 13th, after school. Obviously we need something colorful, like that," she added, motioning toward Mak's rainbow flag. "I'm allowed to post a bunch of these up on the walls at school, so the brighter the better so people notice them." The two of them worked for nearly forty five minutes on the flyer, mostly because Sabrina was weirdly picky about the font, even though it didn't make much of a difference. She was just trying to drag the work out so she could stay longer, and she knew it. Once they were finished and printing the flyers, Sabrina swiveled around in her computer chair twice before she got up and went back to sitting on Mak's bed, because it was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the chair. "You're the best," Sabrina said before she lifted a brow. "So what'd you want to do? It's Saturday, no school tomorrow. Want to have some fun?"
It was nice to collaborate on something with someone voluntarily, instead of it being forced into a group project for school. Mak always hated that additional ‘work with near-strangers under a deadline’ pressure, and she generally ended up doing most of the work. This was different, and she didn’t even mind it when Sabrina made her change the fonts ten thousand times. In the end, they came up with something that was eye-catching and informative, and that was the point, so Mak was happy. She twisted around to look at Sabrina -- on her bed again, the impossible minx -- and smiled. Certain kinds of fun immediately popped into her head, but she of course had to keep those to herself. “Uh yeah, sure. Got anything in mind?” she asked with a lifted eyebrow. It was always safer to accept suggestions when all she could think of was make out with me omg pleeeease.
Sabrina's immediate suggestions were all totally inappropriate and would probably make things Weird, with a capital 'W', so Sabrina refrained. Plus, parents were home, and... nope. She let her mind race over other things instead, all of which were probably boring, but she didn't care as long as they got to hang out for a while longer. "I don't know! We could go to Moxie's and get a shake. Or..." She grabbed her bag, now emptied of paper, and slipped her hand inside, digging around before she pulled out the small baggy holding a joint. Sabrina grinned. "We can sneak off to Sweetbriar Bridge and get rid of this." She much preferred to get high or drink at the bridge than the Fallow. The Fallow was far creepier, and she was getting tired of coming across kids she knew from school getting blow jobs there.
Mak was more than happy to spend time doing anything at all with Sabrina, anywhere she wanted, honestly. Though necking with a hot girl in her room with the door closed might get her into trouble. She was pretty sure her mom had walked by unnecessarily slowly out in the hallway a couple of times, just to make sure they were still talking and not doing Other Things. Her eyes widened as Sabrina pulled out a joint, then she grinned brightly. She was generally a Good Girl when it came to substances, she didn’t even like the taste of alcohol. She’d only smoked weed a few times in her life so far, and she’d always had fun on it, so doing with Sabrina had to be even better. “Okay yeah,” she agreed with a little laugh. “Don’t gotta twist my arm twice or whatever.” Mak got up and went to slip back into her sneakers. “I’ll just tell mom we’re going for a walk or something.”
Sabrina really didn't think Mak was going to say no. Mak was a good student, good kid, etc., etc., but Sabrina had known her long enough to know Mak wasn't super straight laced. Definitely not straight either. Ha. Sabrina slipped the baggy back into her own bag and slipped off the bed to slip the bag strap over her head, resting it on her shoulder. It would be a bit of a walk to the bridge, but that was okay. It was Saturday night and still sort of warm out, and what else was there to do? Sabrina thought they might not be the only students out there anyway.
Once Mrs. Richberg was taken care of, Sabrina and Mak headed outside and started down the street. She wondered if Mak's mom really bought the whole 'going for a walk' thing. Some parents knew better. Some just didn't give a shit. "Did you see the signs for the cheerleader car wash today?" Sabrina asked, deciding not to light up a cigarette since they were going to be smoking the good stuff soon. "I wonder how many perverts are going to go get their car washed just for the show."
Mrs. Richberg had given Mak a skeptical sort of look, but she hadn’t tried to stop Mak from going. She was a senior now, after all, almost an adult, and her parents knew she was inherently a good kid. Experimentation was normal, and she needed healthy friend relationships and all that. Just as long as they came back for dinner, because Mrs. Richberg really wanted to feed Sabrina. As Mak walked alongside Sabrina, she laughed. “Yeah I saw,” she said with a crooked grin. “Kinda made me wish I had a car.” It was mostly a joke, but hey, she could be a pervert too. Boobs were awesome. Most of the cheerleaders just didn’t want her looking at theirs, but that was okay.
"Oh my god, me too," Sabrina said with a laugh. "I just didn't want to admit to being a pervert unless I knew you were a pervert too. Do you think we could ride up on bikes and they'd still wash them for us?" Some of the cheerleaders were fucking bitches, but that was okay. Sabrina didn't need to talk to them, or like them, in order to think they were pretty. Same with the guys in her school. "Or maybe they'd just try to drown us in their water buckets. I don't know." She sighed and gripped the strap of her bag. "I really need a car though. Walking around this place in the summer is one thing. I don't think I can fucking handle trying to get places in like, a million feet of snow, though. What about you? Do you think your parents'll get you an actual car of your own anytime soon?"
At least Mak wasn’t alone in her perverted-ness when it came to cheerleaders in bathing suits, that made her feel better. But all of those girls were super-femme and hot, so she didn’t know if that helped her situation with Sabrina much. Maybe she wasn’t into butch girls. A lot of chicks weren’t, in Mak’s experience. Since being a feminine floaty type girl who just so happened to make out with her friends had become such a Thing. She just shrugged at the idea of being drowned -- it was more likely that the cheerleaders would spread nasty rumors about them and call them dykes and everything -- and focused instead on the car part of the conversation. “I hope so, at least before winter really hits,” she said. “I keep hoping they’ll like ... surprise me and call it an early graduation present or something. But after that, you’ve always got a ride.” Mak smile over at Sabrina.
Honestly, Sabrina wasn't really sure she had a type when it came to girls, or even guys. She found herself attracted to different kinds of people. Some crushes lasted months, some only a few days. And she didn't care if anyone called her a dyke. Sabrina had been called worse over the past couple of years, and she tended to respond with two middle fingers in the air, so who cared? People could be assholes. That's all she knew to be true. "That's totally what I was hinting at," Sabrina admitted with a grin. "So thanks. I mean, fuck, do any of our friends have a car? Maybe we should try to find someone who has one and bring them into our little circle of trust. They can be the designated chauffeur wherever we need to go. We'll have to take applications though. We're picky bitches."
Mak squinted a bit as she thought about their friends. It was high school, so the circles changed and shifted all the time, but she was pretty sure nobody they knew really well had their own wheels yet. Nobody they could hit up for rides, at least. “We are,” she agreed with a chuckle and a shrug. “But we deserve to be. ‘Cause we’re fuckin’ awesome, right?” There was no question about that. “We’ll totally find someone, though. Or it’ll end up being me. Which is cool, I like to drive. I want like ... a Jeep or something.” Some vehicle that put her up high on the road, and with all wheel drive, so maybe she could take her friends off-roading or something. She was sure her parents would pick out a boring nice sedan for her or whatever, but a girl could dream, right?
"I'd rather it be you," Sabrina admitted. "But we'll take what we can get. You need a big ass car that you can fit half a dozen people into. And plenty of room for make outs when you park somewhere dark and private with someone. You have to think ahead about this stuff." Sabrina tapped her temple. "If I could save like, nine hundred bucks, I bet I could get a cheap ass car from the used lot outside of town. I don't have much hidden though." And sometimes her dad found the cash she did hide, then Sabrina was back at square one. Or square zero. "You would be badass in a Jeep though. Maybe I'll drop subtle hints at dinner to your mom and dad. I'm the innocent, unbiased bystander in all of this. I could tip the scale in your favor."
Mak didn’t catch Sabrina’s use of the word ‘hidden,’ she was too busy thinking of parking her imaginary sweet Jeep in a secluded spot for make outs, specifically with Sabrina. God, she was just so pretty and Mak had to imagine her lips were stupidly soft and sweet and ugh. Sometimes she was really glad she wasn’t a guy and didn’t have to hide boners all the time. She laughed, her cheeks feeling a little flushed. “Go ahead and try it, thanks for having my back, completely and totally selflessly and all,” she teased, grinning over at the other girl. “Just don’t mention the make outs. ‘Cause like ... A, I have nobody to make out with, and B, parents totally frown on that kinda thing. Even though, like, I totally can’t get pregnant by another girl, and I keep reminding them of that, but y’know.” She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Oh, it's not all about the pregnancy," Sabrina said with a shrug. "It's like... their little baby girl losing her sweet innocence. Besides, what parent wants to imagine their kid in the throes of an orgasm?" She nudged Mak playfully with her elbow. She almost suggested that Mak could make out with her, but again, Weird. Mak was one of her only friends, and Sabrina didn't want to freak her out. Sabrina was kind of imagining Mak's type was one of those bikini clad cheerleaders that would be out on Sunday. "But I promise I'll leave out the making out bit. And the shoving of nine people in one car. Maybe I'll play up the sympathy, like... walking through knee high snow and the dangers of hypothermia and all that? That'll work, I think. I can be super sweet and convincing, I think. Your parents will be ready to go to the car dealership when I'm done with them."
Mak wrinkled her nose and nudged Sabrina back. “They don’t have to think about the details,” she said with laughter in her voice. “They can just ... stay out of it.” That sounded reasonable to her. Not that she had much ‘it’ for them to stay out of. Just unrequited crushes, really. She hadn’t even gotten to do much fooling around with the couple of girls she had dated through high school. She wasn’t holding out much hope for losing her virginity before she turned eighteen. But who knew, right? She snickered at Sabrina’s big talk about convincing her parents. “I dunno,” she said with exaggerated skepticism. “If you can be so sweet and convincing, convince me of something. I’ve never seen you be sweet, I don’t believe this nonsense.” Mak grinned at her, sticking her tongue out a little.
Sabrina's lips parted, as if to say something, but she was stumped and she ended up laughing. "Well, you've got me all flustered, demanding my talents without any preparation time. Just give me a bit and I'll totally convince you of something you totally didn't realize you needed convincing of." Sabrina paused and waved her hand dismissively. "Or whatever. And hey, you've seen me be sweet before. I'm sweet all the time. I'm a goddamn angel!" Sabrina really wished one of them drove. She didn't mind the walk because she enjoyed the company, but they'd have been there by now if they had a car. "An angel with pot. Remember that the next time you want to call my sweetness into question." For a brief moment, Sabrina considered just lighting it up as they walked, but as she reached into her bag one of the PPPD cars turned around the corner ahead and drove by. Sabrina pulled her hand out of her bag quickly.
Mak laughed, a little delighted to make her feel flustered, and amused that she could at all call herself an angel. Mak liked Sabrina a lot, but she was no angel. That was part of why Mak liked her -- she made it feel easier and more exhilarating to do ‘bad’ stuff like this. But Mak wasn’t an angel either, so they fit together well, in her mind. She spotted Sabrina’s hand jerk back before she saw the squad car, and then Mak was giggling again. “You’re gonna be a sweet angel in handcuffs if you’re not careful,” she teased, nudging Sabrina playfully again. “Kinky.” That sent her into another titter-fit as they turned their own corner. The bridge did seem far away now that they were walking it, she should have suggested something closer. It was where a lot of the kids went to do non-angelic things ... Mak just kind of hoped they would have it to themselves.
"I'd gladly go in handcuffs if it was Solomon," Sabrina said, turning to look at the back of the cop car as it disappeared around another street behind them. "Or Hunter's dad. Yum. Don't tell him I said that. Unless you think his dad is into high school seniors. Ugh, see that sounds pervy." Sabrina looked back at Mak and grinned. "I bet they all smoke pot, so they'd totally understand." She had gotten her weed from Rost, and she was careful to keep it hidden. But Sabrina highly doubted the adults in this town didn't toke up too. You kind of had to in this place if you wanted to stay sane. That's what she believed, anyway. "That's going on my senior year bucket list. Get arrested by Deputy Solomon."
Mak was laughing as she glanced back at the squad car too. “Solomon’s all right, I guess,” she agreed, amused. She could recognize when men were handsome, even if she had no interest in actually touching them ever. “But Sheriff Barrett?” She looked at Sabrina and wrinkled her nose to tease her. “He’s like ... a million years old.” He wasn’t, of course, but Mak had spent so much time around him as a dad-figure, there was no way she could think of him as anything but that. She was totally going to tease Hunter about someone she knew having a crush on his dad though, because that just had to happen. “It does sound pervy though, but that’s just because you’re a perv,” she added, bumping her shoulder into Sabrina’s.
"Oh, my god, he's not that old," Sabrina protested, looking back down the road again, but the cop car was long gone. The road was actually empty and quiet now, save for Sabrina and Mak chatting. It felt a little eerie all of the sudden, but the feeling passed quickly and Sabrina turned her attention back to Mak. "I am a perv," Sabrina admitted as she bumped Mak back gently. "And so are you! We should have named our organization P.E.R.V instead of S.A.F.E. I bet a ton of people would show up who aren't even gay or whatever." She eyed Mak closely and shifted her bag on her shoulder. "So you know two of my old people crushes. Who're yours? You've got to have at least one."
She made noises of protest over that suggestion, but laughed anyway. It wasn’t like school wasn’t already full of straight pervs. The queer ones needed a sanctuary too. Ones whose whole arm tingled when a pretty girl bumped into them, like Mak’s was doing now. She looked a little surprised at the question and squinted one eye. “Ummm ... I dunno! Like ... Ms. Gaines is really pretty ... oh! Dr. Thornton, ohmygod!” Mak put a hand over her heart and did a little spin to fake-swoon just as the thought. “Have you met her yet? I did a couple of months ago when I had an ear infection, she’s so gorgeous and nice and she smelled amaaaazing.”
Sabrina laughed, pleased that Mak wasn't going to be shy about admitting who she found hot in town. Some people just saw adults in an 'ew, gross!' sort of way. Definitely not Sabrina. "I haven't met Dr. Thornton yet," Sabrina sighed. "Maybe I'll get myself sick just so I can. I'm totally curious now. But yeah, Ms. Gaines is hot too. I love summertime because almost none of the cute teachers wear like, their school clothes. So they look more like people, so I don't feel so weird thinking they're hot." Sabrina shrugged. "Fucking hormones, man. I just want to get high and kiss pretty people all day. If I don't get around to it now, I'm going to end up like an adult with a boring job and a horrible wardrobe and I'll be looking back on this time in my life with total regret."
In Mak’s world, only most adults were gross. There were some young ones running around who were super hot, she would just never dream of trying to flirt with them or anything. It was like lusting over celebrities, they were safely out of reach. Mak was fine with that. She nodded along with the bit about teachers being less teacher-like over the summer, that was impossible to miss, especially in such a small town. Sometimes they came into the library while she was there, and eye-candied their way around, it was nice. Mak’s stomach fluttered some more at the rest of what Sabrina said, and her palms suddenly felt a bit clammy. “We can’t have that,” she said in spite of the influx of nerves. But honestly, how could she let that kind of opportunity go by? “And I mean ... we are about to go get high, soooo ... only one piece missing?” Mak cocked an eyebrow and smirked at Sabrina.
Sabrina hated working, but she did enjoy it when teachers came in to eat with their significant others. It was a little jarring, seeing them out and about, having actual lives, but Sabrina also got to eavesdrop on them sometimes. And some attractive teachers were even more attractive when they were all dressed up, which they usually were when they came to The Boathouse. Sabrina raised a brow and smirked at Mak. "Is that an invitation, Mak? You're going to help me fulfill my not-so-ambitious ambition to do nothing all day long but make out and smoke weed? Your mom would be super disappointed in you. Not for the making out or weed part... well, maybe for those two, but most importantly, for not encouraging me to reach for the stars."
“I mean ...” Mak trailed off and spread her hands like she just couldn’t help how things were. “It’s not like you can get much ambitious shit done today, you know? We already accomplished a thing, that should be enough, right? It’s Saturday.” That made perfect sense to her, even if she didn’t think it would actually get her a kiss from Sabrina, much less any makeouts. It had definitely been an invitation, but Mak didn’t want to come off as super pathetic or anything, so she didn’t say so. Sabrina probably didn’t want to kiss her anyway, so she didn’t want to make anything awkward either. She had precious few friends, she needed to keep all of them around. They were close to the bridge now, and she was admittedly looking forward to smoking a bit and relaxing.
Sabrina took that into consideration with a tilt of her head before she nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I definitely accomplished a thing today, and that's all the universe can really ask of me. Although to be fair, you did most of the accomplishing. I just sat there and told you what to do." The edge of the trees came into view across the road winding road that led to the bridge. The road leading to the bridge itself had a rusted metal blockade to keep cars from accidentally making a wrong turn and attempting to cross the bridge itself. Sabrina moved to the edge of the blockade to skirt around it. As soon as her feet were on the road again, she reached into her purse to find the baggy holding their joint. She didn't hear anyone, so Sabrina had to assume they were going to be alone. That was all right with her. Knowing Sabrina's luck, if anyone had been there, it would have been someone she despised, and she and Mak would have had to find somewhere else to light up.
There was some new graffiti on the bridge, but Sabrina spared it only a passing glance as she walked with Mak onto the bridge itself and found a decent place to sit down. She could hear the creek running beneath them. Sabrina pulled the lighter out of her pack of cigarettes and lit up the joint with a subtle, happy wiggle of her body. When she had taken a hit, she offered it to Mak. "You think Jade will be mad we didn't invite him?"
Mak was also glad that the bridge was empty, as she lightly followed along behind Sabrina. As much of a homebody as she was sometimes, she was pretty agile. She didn’t feel like dealing with anyone else. The prospect of kissing was still on her mind -- even if she didn’t really think anything was going to happen, it definitely wasn’t going to happen with other stupid kids hanging around. She sat down next to Sabrina, smiling as the other girl lit up the joint, and leaned her back against the wall of the covered bridge. Mak gazed upward at the worn wood and the bird nests above them while Sabrina took the first hit. This was always such a cool but creepy place to be. She loved it. Mak accepted the joint with a chuckle and shrugged. “He’ll get over it, if he is,” she said. “We’ll just smoke him out some other time. Your guy like, never runs out, right?” Mak took a couple of puffs off of the joint to inhale all at once, and held back the urge to cough as she offered it back.
Sabrina hadn't given a lot of serious thought to kissing Mak. She had just figured Mak was playing around and Sabrina was totally cool with the flirtation. Even so, she scooted a little closer to Mak once the other girl was sitting with her. "I don't know. He probably does run out? But he's always had some when I stop by to see him." It was a one stop shop for Sabrina. Visit Jordan and get her weed. Sabrina took the joint back and took another long pull, her gaze drifting over the scratches in the bridge wall across from them. Some initials were carved in, some dates. Some people used black marker to write their names plus their significant other at the time. Kerry + Paul 4EVA!. Ha, not likely. 4TENYEARSTHENDIVORCE! probably. Sabrina squinted a bit as the smoke escaped her lips and wafted upward. "He's fucking cool, though. You ever talk to the cemetery caretaker?" Sabrina asked Mak, shifting her attention back to the other girl. "He's like a gypsy hobo with weed."
Mak had heard where Sabrina -- and a lot of the other kids, really -- got their weed, but she had never been brave enough to go down there and try to buy some for herself. It was more of an occasional thing for her anyway. She had to be careful around her parents. Mak tittered over Sabrina’s description of him, reaching for the joint again. “No, never,” she said. “But now you’ve got me all curious. What exactly do gypsy hobos look like?” She could conjure up some sort of mental image thanks to movies and stuff, but Mak knew that wasn’t always accurate. And he lived here, she would’ve noticed some horse-drawn carriage being pulled around or something. As he inhaled the skunky smoke in a deeper hit this time, Mak looked up again and smirked at the mental image. “Maybe I’ll go with you some time,” she added, letting the smoke out of her mouth with the words.
"Gypsy hobos look like Rost," Sabrina said simply before giggling a little. Obviously she had never met a real gypsy before, but Rost that surreal, mystical thing going on. And he was strange, but in a really cool kind of way. She had more fun talking to him than most of the people in her life. "Definitely come with me next time," she said. Sabrina stretched out her legs in front of her, the heels of her sneakers leaning marks in the thin layer of dirt on the bridge. "He's got some pretty cool stories and viewpoints and shit. I don't know that he owns any crystal balls, but he should. Wait, do gypsies do crystal balls? What am I thinking of? Fortune tellers. I bet he's a fortune teller too. A gypsy hobo who can predict the future. And he works in a cemetery. That's like... movie shit right there."
“Rost,” Mak echoed, putting a bit of a random accent on it. It made her giggle. Probably because the THC was kicking in. Her head had started to feel a bit light and swimmy, in a pleasant sort of way. She took another little hit off of the joint and offered it back over to Sabrina. “I think like ... gypsies have fortune tellers, but not all fortune tellers are gypsies? I dunno, they always kinda look the same in movies. But that’s probably racist as all hell.” Most things from movies were. Now Mak was kind of curious, and she pulled out her phone to pull up ‘gypsy’ on Wikipedia. “Ooohh, don’t call him that,” she said, her tone dreamy-serious. “It’s Romani, not gypsy.” That was as far as she really cared to read, so Mak put her phone facedown on her leg. “You should still ask him to read your palm or something though. Is he hot?”
"What?" Confused, Sabrina took another drag from the joint and squinted at Mak. "Don't call him what? A gypsy? A hobo? A fortune teller? I got to be able to call him something! He can't just be a Romani cemetery caretaker. That's not fun at all." She wondered if Rost would even care. Sabrina was already imagining him sitting around a table with a crystal ball and weird shawl things and all that. Definitely a stereotypical fortune teller. She laughed a little at the mental image and then lifted her chin to exhaled the smoke. She attempted to blow circles but failed miserably. "I'll ask him to read my palm, and when he's done, to put another baggy of weed in it. I don't know if he's hot. He's like... super skinny and has gold teeth and a kick ass mustache. But I doubt I'd blow him."
Sabrina’s questions made Mak start giggling, and she found it difficult to stop once she’d started. “Gypsy, gypsy, it’s bad,” she clarified once she could, then gave a cough and reached for the joint again. She was definitely getting high now, and it felt really good. “Wasn’t that a Cher song? ... anyway, wait, gold teeth?” She tittered again. “Like he’s got a grill? Weird. And how do you not know if somebody’s hot or not?” She licked her lips after taking another hit, holding it in her lungs for a moment before she blew the smoke upward. “Especially if you only doubt you’d blow him, how do you not know? Also, ew.”
"No, gypsy isn't bad!" Sabrina's eyes widened and she tried to maintain her expression of mock protest even though laughter bubbled up in her throat. "Gypsy is sexy! It's mysterious. It's not bad. Oh my god." She let go of the joint once Mak touched it, but her hand stayed up as if she were still holding it. "Not a grill! He has like... a gold tooth, right here." Sabrina finally moved her hand to tap a fingertip against the tooth in her mouth. Haven't you ever like, seen someone and found them weirdly cute but also like, not hot? Like... are they cute enough to be hot? Or are they just cute? You never think about this stuff?" Sabrina started giggling again, clasping her hands between her thighs now and trying to keep the giggles from erupting into laughter. "I'd blow cute people... and hot people! What are we talking about? I wouldn't blow the cemetery gypsy. He'd probably tell me that his cum was like, the essence of some weird... spiritual...gypsy... ghosts." Sabrina covered her face to stifle her laughter. Her words were muffled against her palms when she managed to speak again. "Fuck, what are we talking about?"
Sabrina had cracked Mak up early on in all that, and she couldn’t stop laughing as Sabrina rambled on. The part about gypsy ghost cum really did her in. She hugged her stomach and felt tears starting to leak out of her eyes, and she felt ridiculous but also so good. Once she’d recovered enough to breathe again and wipe her eyes, Mak looked at Sabrina and then giggled a bit again. “Blowing gypsy hobos? No, but ... yeah, of course I think about that stuff,” she said, aware she was picking up something in the middle of everything Sabrina said. “About people, I mean. Not ghost cum. Once again, ew.” Mak pulled her t-shirt up to wipe at her cheeks with a softly giggled “shit.” She looked over at Sabrina with her hands over her face and felt the urge to take one of them and hold it. Since she was high, it was a slow urge, and easy not to act on for the moment.
Mak's laughter was contagious, and only made Sabrina laugh harder. Her stomach muscles hurt after a few seconds, and her own eyes were watery. She had a feeling that anytime she thought about 'ghost cum' she was going to burst into giggles no matter where she was. Once her laughter died into silent giggles, Sabrina wiped her eyes and dropped her hands into her lap again. "Fuck," she breathed. "My cheeks hurt now. I'm never going to blow a gypsy hobo... holy shit that's the beginning of some profound poetry. I need to write that down." Speaking of writing things. Sabrina grabbed her bag and opened it up quickly. She began to dig through the mess inside. Cigarettes, lighter, tampons, receipts, a notebook, her phone... she found the thin black Sharpie marker and pulled it out before setting her bag aside and climbing onto her knees to face the wooden wall they were sitting against. "We're going to write our names here. I don't have a pocket knife so marker will have to do."
Mak laughed some more, since it looked like Sabrina was going to write down ‘don’t blow gypsy hobos’ right then, but she understood better once Sabrina turned around. She couldn’t help but glance at the way the fishnets hugged her thighs as she kneeled. “Marker works,” she said, wiping at her eyes again and half-turning so she could see Sabrina’s work. It gave her a little thrill to think their names would be together somewhere, even in a platonic sense. If that was what Sabrina was going for. Really, she was the closest thing Mak had to a girlfriend and they’d never even kissed, so if her name was going to be somewhere, it might as well be paired up with Sabrina’s. “Maybe we can bring a knife and carve over it later.” She reached out to lightly run her fingers over the worn wood, enjoying the feel of it.
"Oh yeah, we'll totally do that," Sabrina said with a nod. She was sure her dad had a pocket knife somewhere in the house. Maybe Jade had one or something. Sabrina tugged the cap off of the marker with her teeth and began to write her name over the wood. It wasn't the neatest spelling, due to the cracks and dips of the wood, but it wasn't like any names written on the bridge were masterpieces of art. When she finished, it read Sabrina + Mak 4LIFE!. "There, now we're as cool as the others," Sabrina said, still talking around the cap wedged between her molars. She then drew a tiny heart beneath their names with an arrow through it. "Everyone's gonna think we're lovers. It'll be awesome." Sabrina rested back on her heels and took the cap out of her mouth. "We're immortalized in a piece of Point Pleasant history. At least until they knock this thing down."
It was the heart that really made it, and Mak couldn’t help but grin. It was a small heart, but a heart nonetheless, and Sabrina had just put it there on her own. Either to troll any future people browsing names along the bridge, or because she felt it. High and happy, Mak wanted to believe it was the second one, that there was actually some potential there. She shifted her position to get her knees under her and rose up on them to be closer to Sabrina. Close enough to feel how warm she was. “I already feel cooler, and like ... immortalized,” she said, gazing at the other girl with a little half-smile. Mak reached for the Sharpie, vaguely intending on taking it so she could doodle something around their names too, but her hand brushed Sabrina’s and kind of lingered there instead. She could at least blame it on the weed. “I’m good with people thinking that,” she added in a murmur.
Sabrina hadn't really given a lot of thought to why she'd included the heart. It felt like the natural thing to do in the moment. There was probably some desire to troll people in the future, but really, some people could easily read Mak and think it was a guy. It didn't really matter. Sabrina and Mak knew who they were, and she liked their names there on the bridge. "You feel immortalized 'cause you're high," Sabrina pointed out with another quick giggle. It took her a second or two to catch up that Mak's fingers were still touching hers, and that she hadn't taken the sharpie. Mak's fingers felt really nice. They were soft too. Sabrina lifted a brow and grinned a little. "People'll give you a lot of shit if they thought you were going out with me. I'm a psycho, remember?"
Mak cocked an eyebrow back and smirked as she glanced down at herself. “Do I look like I give a shit what people think?” she posed. She was weird and nerdy and into dark things, some of which were ridiculous ... not to mention she was butch as hell and not at all interested in guys. And black. With white Jewish parents. With that much stacked against her fitting in, Mak had long since gotten over caring about most people’s opinions. There were a few she did care about, those of the people she actually valued -- like Sabrina, and Hunter, and Jade, and her parents to some extent. “And you’ve never been a psycho to me,” she added with a shoulder shrug. Mak finally pulled the sharpie from Sabrina’s fingers and turned to bend and add a little something under their names herself. #dontblowgypsyhobos2k17
Sabrina didn't find anything weird about Mak. But they had been friends for a while and Mak was just... Mak. Probably the same was Sabrina was just Sabrina. She watched Mak start to write beneath their names, although her attention was more focused on Mak than what she was actually writing. When she finished, Sabrina's eyes ticked to the bridge wall and she laughed. "It's sound advice!" Mak had even added a hashtag which somehow made it even funnier. "Oh, I hope Rost doesn't ever see this and like, think it's about him!" It was such an irrational and unlikely scenario, but still! She was feeling a little floaty now, so Sabrina shifted her legs out from under her to sit on her ass again. "Oh my god. We've totally defaced private property. Is this private property? Whatever. We're breaking all kinds of rules today."
Mak hadn’t given it any further thought than somebody seeing it and thinking it was a stupid inside joke. Which it was now. She loved having those with people -- okay, she really only had them with Hunter, but still -- and she was already looking forward to making Sabrina randomly giggle over it in school. Mak offered the sharpie back, grinning. “I’m preeeeetty sure it’s public property,” she said, glancing around again like there might be some kind of sign. “But whatever, who cares, we’re carrying on a tradition.” She sat back on her feet, still facing Sabrina, and tried to figure out what to do with the itch to touch her some more. Maybe it was the pot, but her heart was beating a little fast and she felt nice and dreamy. It would be perfect for kissing. “I bet like ... other people kissed though,” she said, a flutter in her stomach. “After they put their names.”
She supposed that was true. Sabrina highly doubted the cops tracked down every single person who'd ever written on this bridge. And honestly, she wouldn't have cared much if they got caught. There were worse things she could be doing. She took the marker back from Mak and snapped the cap back on. Sabrina felt like she could just lay on her back and chill for a while. Enjoy the sound of the water beneath them and talk with Mak about absolutely nothing of importance. She'd have to try and sober up a little before walking home at least. And definitely before going back to Mak's for dinner. At least she knew she'd have an appetite now. Mak's words drew Sabrina's gaze to her face and she arched a brow again. "Are you saying you want to kiss me?"
Mak was definitely in no hurry to leave. They were stoned and giggly and there was very little chance of any adult type people coming by to bother them. Being seventeen could be so frustrating -- you were almost an adult, but still treated like a kid so often. The fluttery twinges in her stomach even felt good. Mak gave a tiny laugh at the direct question, feeling her cheeks get a bit hot. “I mean ... if you like, want to,” she started. But that sounded wishy-washy, didn’t it? Even though it was just nerves. And who wanted to be kissed by someone who felt wishy-washy about it? Mak wet her lips and met Sabrina’s eyes. “Yes. I do. But like, only if you want to kiss me too.” There, that sounded better.
Did she want to kiss Mak? Sabrina had obviously thought about it before, because Mak was a friend, and she was cute and she'd harbored something of a crush on her on and off for a while now. But they were also friends and Mak was one of the only friends Sabrina had. Still, Sabrina was feeling far too nice and floaty to give it a whole lot of rational thought. And since when did Sabrina really give rational thought to anything, even when she wasn't high? When was the last time someone wanted to kiss her anyway? "Okay," Sabrina said after another beat. "I mean, I do. So... what if it's weird?" she asked, grinning a little even as she scooted forward on her knees to get closer to Mak. "It probably won't be weird, right? It'll probably be nice."
Hearing that Sabrina wanted to kiss her, even with the questions regarding weirdness surrounding the declaration, was really nice. She realized that part of her had expected a pat on the head and a “oh honey, no” sort of response. But Sabrina was smiling bright and getting closer and still rambling in the cutest way, and it seemed like this was really happening. At least a little bit. Mak scooted in too, until her knees were touching Sabrina’s leg. She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip and shook her head a little. “It won’t be weird if we don’t make it weird,” she said, like they had any control over weirdness. “It’s just a kiss, people do it all the time.” It sounded reasonable to Mak. She couldn’t help but grin a little as her gaze crawled over Sabrina’s face. “Ready?” she murmured.
Sabrina was pretty sure weirdness happened whether one wanted it to or not, but who was she to argue? This whole town was weird, so why not add to the weirdness with some other weirdness. Weirdness of the kissing kind. But Mak was right. People kissed all the time. They did other things too. Sabrina knew friends with benefits existed and all that crap. She felt an overwhelming urge to start laughing again, but Sabrina managed to keep her amusement to a choked sort of giggle in her throat. She didn't want Mak to think she was laughing at her, or at the situation. It was just... sort of funny. And anticipatory and all that stuff. "Should we count to three?" Sabrina asked, only half joking.
At least this was good weirdness, compared to a lot of other weirdness in their lives. It could at least start out that way. Mak already knew that kissing Sabrina was going to be amazing, how could it not? She let out a titter of her own, definitely feeling the giggly vibe between them. That was okay, it felt good. It was better than being sick to her stomach with nerves, which was how she’d usually been when she first kissed a girl she liked. Not that it had happened very often. “Yeah ... three,” Mak said, flashing a grin before she leaned in. She made sure not to close her eyes until she knew she wasn’t going to miss, and then suddenly her lips were pressing against Sabrina’s. Soft was all she could think as she adjusted the initial pressure just a bit lighter, her insides all in a tizzy already.
Strangely, Sabrina was kind of preparing for the jump to 'three', and so she wasn't entirely surprised by Mak moving in to kiss her. Her own eyes closed of their own accord before their lips even met, but then Mak was there and their lips were pressed together and everything was soft and tingly and nice. She couldn't be sure if it was because they were high, or it was just naturally tingly, but she supposed if things stayed not-weird when they finished, they could try it again later when their heads were clear to find out. She wasn't feeling tense or nervous at all and Sabrina parted her lips just enough to deepen their kiss a little more. Her heart was racing and her fingers had curled tightly around the Sharpie still in her hand. Mak tasted awesome, for lack of a more flowery description and Sabrina had the vague wondering as to why they hadn't tried this before.
As much as she’d expected anything, Mak had expected just a chaste sort of kiss and then maybe more giggling. Sabrina’s mouth felt amazing against hers, and when the other girl parted her lips, Mak was pretty sure she was about to die in the best way. She’d french kissed before, of course, but not Sabrina Cox and that was her tongue and she tasted really good and how could this have possibly been weird? Mak leaned in a bit more, one hand moving to tentatively rest on Sabrina’s knee. She could feel her skin in a diamond pattern between the fishnets, and that was also kind of amazing. Mak gently brushed their tongues together, her heart feeling like it was trying to beat its way out of her ribs.
What good was a kiss if it was going to remain a chaste kiss? Chaste kisses were for grandmas. And it had been a really long time since she'd had a good kiss. Everything felt ridiculously nice and soft and Mak tasted so good. Sabrina could smell her beneath the skunky smell of the pot lingering between them. French kissing had always gotten her body uncomfortably warm in the best kind of way, and this was no different. Sabrina nearly moaned, but the sound that bubbled up in her throat sort of surprised her and she opened her eyes and pulled back after a moment. She felt flushed and a bit breathless and she studied Mak, a smile playing at her lips. "Weird?"
Maybe it was the high, or maybe it was Sabrina herself, or some combination of the two, but Mak felt like she was floating through heaven as her lips and tongue moved slowly with Sabrina’s. All of her felt warm, and she felt deliciously achy between her legs. It was a feeling Mak wouldn’t have minded living the rest of her life in. When Sabrina pulled back, Mak’s head moved forward just a tiny bit to follow before she caught herself. She opened her eyes, her expression almost dazed before her own lips curled upward. “So not weird,” she murmured, then caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a second. “Weird for you?”
Sabrina had to admit she liked that kind of hazy look in Mak's eyes. She didn't really know exactly how Mak was feeling, but if it was anything like how Sabrina was feeling, then she knew it was really, really good. "A little weird," Sabrina admitted with a nod, but her smile grew. "But a good weird. Like a... this is really weird how good it feels kind of weird. You're a better kisser than like... all the other people I've kissed. Not that I've kissed a lot of people, but still." She lifted a brow. "Do you still want me to have dinner with you and your parents? They might totally know what we just did."
Mak hadn’t been surprised at all at how good it felt; she’d been pretty sure kissing Sabrina would be amazing for a couple of years now, it wasn’t a shock. She was not only pleased that she’d been right, she was absolutely thrilled to hear that she was the best kisser Sabrina had ever kissed. It made her wonder if Sabrina had only ever kissed boys, but she didn’t want to ask right then. Mak beamed, and gave a happy little squirm, but tried to reel it in a bit. “Uh duh, of course I do,” she said, then waved a hand. “They won’t know. And even if they do, they won’t care. It’s not like they think I’m a total like, kiss-virgin or something.” She grinned, then paused and added, “Unless that weirds you out? I dunno, it’s up to you. But you’re still like, welcome, of course.”
Sabrina grinned. "Kiss virgin. That's good. Your eyes are super glassy though. So we gotta like... get unhigh before we go back." She paused and added belatedly. "Oh! And it's totally not weird for me at all. It takes a lot to weird me out, you know that." She was already kind of thinking about leaning in to kiss Mak again, simply because she wanted to, but she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, behind Mak toward the other end of the bridge. Sabrina leaned back on her haunches to get a better look, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just... a shitty looking road leading into the trees. Still, that weirded her out a little. It was probably the pot messing with her head.
Getting unhigh was going to take a while, at least for Mak. Her tolerance was pretty low, and she was feeling nicely far gone. She was glad that Sabrina still wanted to come to dinner, and was about to say so when the other girl seemed to spot something. Mak twisted around to look in the direction Sabrina was, squinting as a bad feeling rolled through her. She didn’t see anything, but still. That didn’t always mean anything in this town. Mak looked at Sabrina again, her brow a little furrowed. “Want to wander somewhere else?” she asked.
Sabrina's gaze ticked back to Mak's face and she quickly smiled, not wanting to freak Mak out or anything. There was nothing to freak out about. She hadn't really seen anything. She just... thought she had. Still, her own stomach was feeling little uneasy, and what had she read once online about a woman's intuition being spot on or something? "Yeah, sure, let's go for a walk somewhere..." She climbed to her feet and offered Mak her hand to pull the other girl up. "Bet you anything this place'll be occupied soon enough anyway, and I don't feel like dealing with any potential douches when I'm feeling this good."
If she’d said the word, Mak would have vehemently agreed that a woman’s intuition was something to be reckoned with. She’d felt it in action. Sure, this time it might just be the pot playing tricks on them, but better safe than sorry. Especially in this town. Mak took Sabrina’s hand and stood up, holding on to the other girl’s fingers. It was only a halfway-conscious decision, but it felt right. Maybe a little too right. “Yeah, let’s blow this popsicle stand,” she murmured, glancing back over her shoulder again. There was still nothing there. Mak started to walk. Maybe they could go to the park or something and swing until they felt more sober, then go back and stuff their faces and keep having a good day.