bulldozzerx (bulldozzerx) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-11-29 23:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg & Phee
Where: Marina
When: Morning, Sunday November 25th
Status: Complete
After his fallout with Victoria (if you could call it that considering they were barely friends) Greg hadn't really talked to her or hear much of her and that was just fine with him. He'd smooth things over if she apologized to him and Phee and honestly that was about as likely to happen as their school being run over by raptors. Most likely someone else would give up on them and attempt to smooth things over in time for basketball season but whatever. As far as he was concerned it wasn't a problem right now because he was oblivious to mean girl culture and chalked it up to some movie myth nonsense.
With all the Thanksgiving madness he hadn't gotten to see much of Phee (that was more on her part than his since the McCarthys were way more holiday crazy than the Wheelers) so when Saturday rolled around, he texted her and while he had been doing that all day every day for the last weeks, this time it was with a sense of purpose.
Hey babe :D you wanna go somewhere today?
With me. Obviously!
Phee had been having a pretty good time being out of school, regardless of tension in her house. Thanksgiving food had been yummy, shopping with Liam had been fun, she’d been getting a lot of relaxing and reading in, she’d been texting with Greg a lot, it was all pretty perfect. She was just enjoying being in her own little bubble of happiness, and honestly wasn’t looking forward to going back to school.
It was late morning when he texted, and Phee was curled up in bed reading. She laughed a bit when she looked at her phone and rolled her eyes -- he had the cutest habit of doing that, specifying that he meant with him. Like she even wanted to hang out with anybody else.
sure! :) where do you wanna go? she sent back, her stomach already a-flutter with happy possibilities.
Greg grinned at the fast reply. Even if she usually didn't leave him waiting it still made him happy each time. No fucking games, it was refreshing. He'd been thinking about grabbing food when he texted her first, it was almost lunch time and he'd slept in late and not had breakfast yet.
Marina? Get food, look at x-mas crazy? :D
It was corny or whatever but Greg liked Christmas, everything from the trees to the lights - hell, even the tacky santas. It was such a schizophrenic holiday, on one hand there was the quiet and reverent sappy stuff and then there was blaring pop songs and tinsel every-fucking-where. It was nuts.
Phee laughed out loud when she read his response. It wasn’t the kind of thing guys like him were usually into, but she knew Greg well enough by now to know his interests weren’t always stereotypical. Even if he wasn’t really into it -- and she thought he probably was -- it was sweet of him to want to do such a cliche date thing with her. She set her book aside and got off her bed to start looking for something to wear.
sounds fun! i havent seen the tree yet. coming now?
Yeah you ready?
Greg wasn't ready but he could be in just a few minutes. He'd already brushed his teeth and showered that morning so all he needed were clothes. When it came to waiting for people to be ready he had experience after dating Heather and being friends with Bash so he'd learned some patience but he still hoped she wasn't about to take an hour or two just to needlessly pretty herself up.
Phee leaned to peer into the mirror over her dresser, reaching up to touch her hair in a couple of places. It didn’t look too dirty, and she’d showered the night before, so she didn’t think she needed to do it again. A quick face-wash, some mouthwash swishing, and changing clothes ...
give me 15 minutes? she sent back, already moving toward her closet. She needed something warm but cute, hmm.
Waiting was was always boring. His life might be full of distractions but it was somehow different when he was on his way out and couldn't really sit down to lose himself in them. Fifteen minutes was better than an hour and so Greg sent back a thumbs up emoticon and just took a little more time in getting dressed and then he was out the door to pick his girl up, content to just wait in the car and let it warm up for her.
Even though she didn’t have a lot to do, Phee hurried through it so she was ready and waiting when Greg got there. She’d told her mother they were going to hang out, and while Phee thought she sensed some hesitation there, Brianna didn’t say no. When she peeked outside, Greg’s car was already in the driveway, and she felt a surge of glee that had her still grinning when she walked outside and hurried down the steps. “Hey!” she greeted as she opened the passenger door and climbed in. Phee immediately leaned over to kiss him.
Greg leaned in and cupped her face as he kissed her back. James McCarthy could be watching like a hawk but Greg didn't even think of that, happy to see her and eager to kiss her. "Hey yourself," he drawled contently when their lips parted. That was the problem (if you could call it that) with new relationships: now he just kind of wanted to take her home with him instead but he was hungry and maybe he could drag her to his house for a little while after the marina. "You ready to get your holiday on? I hope you like Christmas shit 'cause I love Christmas shit and I'm so dragging you all over the place today."
Since she was in Greg’s presence now, the rest of the world didn’t matter at all to Ophelia, and she was more than happy to kiss him. Whoever didn’t like it could get over it, as far as she was concerned. Her boyfriend was beautiful and sweet and insanely kissable, so she was going to kiss him whenever she wanted. Phee giggled at his enthusiasm, charmed as usual by how cute he was when he got excited about stuff. Greg could’ve dragged her to the moon and she would be thrilled. “I am totally ready to drown in Christmas shit,” she told him happily, sitting back to put her seatbelt on. “Bring on the fucking reindeer and candy canes and mistletoe.”
"Hell yeah!" Greg exclaimed and shifted the car into drive. A lot of people didn't like doing Christmas stuff until December at the very earliest but eh, it was past Thanksgiving so it was the holiday season already. He almost asked how Phee's Thanksgiving had been but thought better of it since he knew things were a little weird at the McCarthy household right now. Instead he could talk about the weirdness at the Wheeler house, something he hadn't told her yet. "So my mom is freaking out and wants me to go visit aunt Holly on the regular and... look strong, I guess? Do you remember Grayson James? The guy who went missing back when we were in elementary school?"
That was a strange combination of words to Phee’s ears and her brows lifted as she looked over at him. Look strong? “Ummm ... yeah, I think so,” she answered, squinting a bit. “Out at the tunnel? Didn’t like, some of his friends kill him or something?” There’d been all sorts of rumors surrounding that one, as usually happened when someone young disappeared. Phee had been too young to hear a lot of the gory details, and she’d kind of forgotten all about it. It was just another urban legend that blended into the background noise of living in Point Pleasant. “Why?”
"Yeah!" Greg replied a little louder, eyes going wide before he caught himself. "I mean, I don't think they killed him but I don't know that they didn't and now Holly is renting a room to one of them. Mom is like What The Fuck and I heard her bitching about it forever on the phone with dad last night too so like way beyond even the what the fuck at dinner. It's crazy. I mean I don't think the guy would kill her or anything but what the hell do I know." He groaned and shook his head before adding, "So I guess I'm gonna have to go there and like..." Trailing off he motioned to his eyes with two fingers before pointing them in front of himself, as if the guy was there. I'm keeping an eye on you.
Phee looked more and more surprised the more Greg said. Wow, that was ... a lot. Or maybe it wasn’t, maybe the guy had nothing to do with whatever happened to Grayson. Still, it seemed like a scary risk to take, and Phee couldn’t imagine her mom taking in somebody like that. Hell, Bash was scared to be gay. Her lips pursed a bit at the last part and she looked disapproving. “So they’re sending you over there to try and intimidate a guy who’s not only older than us, he might be a murderer?” she asked skeptically. She didn’t much like that idea. Or the idea of the dude living with Greg’s aunt, but since Phee wasn’t dating his aunt, Greg’s safety seemed more important.
"What?" Greg said a bit dumbly before his eyes widened a bit and he shook his head. "Oh... oh no, she just said we should all visit more often, wow, no nothing like yo go strongarm this maybe-murderer dude, Greg. I mean, she'd totally make Spence go with me if she wanted me to do that, like, yo here's this guy who was in the military, so don't fuck with the family, all mafia style?" He had to laugh at that, it just seemed silly. "Guess I said it all wrong. Sorry, babe." He shot her a little grin and wrinkled his nose. There had definitely been a hint of wanting to show the guy that Holly had family and they didn't trust him but he had a feeling Jessica was more likely to drag Holly over to their house more often.
“Oh okay, good,” Phee said, but she couldn’t help but still sound a little doubtful. But Holly was a grownup, and they tended to just do whatever they wanted, so. As long as nobody ended up murdered, she wasn’t going to judge too hard. “That’s weird though, I hope it all ... works out.” That sounded lame, but she wasn’t sure how else to say it. Phee’s mind grasped onto something else and she happily changed the subject. “Do I ever get to meet Spence? What if like, me and him become best friends like you and Bash?” She grinned, aware of how ridiculous that probably was, but whatever. “Do you think he’d like me? Does he even know about this?”
"Hell yeah," Greg laughed as he tried to imagine it. "And you'll totally get along too, just don't let him steal you away from me, that would be most uncool." He reached over and found Phee's hand as he spoke, possessively tangling their fingers together. "I'm totally joking, he's way older than us. Like shit, he needs a girlfriend but not a sixteen year old one. I don't even know why I said that, gross."
Phee laughed and rolled her eyes, squeezing Greg’s hand. “Duh, that would be like saying Bash could steal you from me,” she said. Greg wasn’t gay, and Spence was too old, so ... it was perfect! Or something silly like that. “Really though, do you think he would approve? Or is he old enough to just like, not care at all?” she asked. Trip probably wouldn’t care who she was dating, but even if it hadn’t been his best friend, she had the feeling that Bash would. Was that a Middle Brother thing? Or a Gay Brother thing? Or just a Bash thing? Phee was curious.
"Approve of what? Me dating?" Greg asked, not sure what she meant by that question. She hadn't asked if Spence would like her, she'd asked if he'd approve and that didn't compute in his head. Brothers weren't that protective of each other when it came to dating unless the chick was a certified psycho and Phee most definitely wasn't. He was pretty sure Trip would give him some kind of a 'if you hurt my little sister' speech when he found out because he wasn't his best friend like Bash was.
“No!” Phee said with playful exasperation. Greg had been dating for years, she knew that as well as anyone. “Of me, I mean.” Now that she’d had to repeat it, it was probably a stupid question. Spence was older and they were boys, so she probably didn’t have to run any sort of family gauntlet to ensure she was good enough for Greg or whatever. “Or what about, like ... your mom?” She would probably care more. What if she wanted Greg to have some really pretty girlfriend? Phee made an ‘ugh’ sound that was only frustrated with herself and hunched her shoulders. “I dunno. I’ve just never had to like ... meet families or anything. In a girlfriend capacity.”
Greg had to laugh a little, though there was an edge of sympathy to it. Meeting family could be scary and he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to going to the McCarthy house as a boyfriend in addition to just a childhood friend. "What about my mom?" he said with a shrug. "You wanna come over and meet her? It'll be chill, she'll like you, don't worry." And if she didn't she would still be nice. Maybe that was fake or whatever but Greg couldn't imagine dealing with his mom being a bitch to his girlfriend so fake politeness was a much better option.
Moms were pickier than brothers, so that was probably worth being more nervous about than meeting Spence. He would see her as a kid anyway, and Greg’s mom might see her as ... something else. Phee didn’t know. She’d just heard a lot of complaints before and gathered from the culture that moms wanted their little boys to stay little boys. Not that Greg was little, and he’d already had plenty of girlfriends so ... she was probably way overthinking it, but it was hard not to do around the holidays and everything. She nibbled on her bottom lip and nodded a bit as she looked out the car window. “Are you guys going anywhere for Christmas?” she asked, looking over at him again. “I think we’re just staying home. Even though it would like, be nice to see my cousins now that Mom isn’t so crazy about magic. But I think Trip is coming back for a little while and that’s it.”
"We're staying home, decorating the house takes like all of December so we're not leaving," Greg replied, his eyes going wide at the thought. The Wheelers were notorious home bodies at Christmas and whenever Greg's dad had suggested they use the time to go somewhere, he'd been voted out. Greg vaguely remember him winning out one or two times when Greg was tiny and nobody had enjoyed it but him. Jessica always said Christmas was a Family Holiday and those should be at Home. "I hope you stay home," he added, though his attention was on finding a parking space now. Man the place was crowded. "It'd suck if your dad decided to drag you guys to Aspen or something."
“No plans to, as far as I know,” she reassured him, smiling warmly at the fact that Greg wanted her to stick around. Which was like, a big Duh, but it was still nice to hear. Her parents had better not want to take a trip, not when two of their kids had shiny new significant others to spend a sweet holiday with. Phee’s attention moved to their surroundings as Greg parked the car. There were a lot of people around, and all of them were smiling as they made their way down to the marina. She could see the lights and everything from there, and there was just a festive vibe in the air. Phee got out once she could, and slipped her arm into Greg’s once they were ready to walk down there together. “So what Christmas-y shit do you wanna do first?” she asked with a grin.
"Food first," Greg decided and because everything was festive he was definitely in the mood for some hot cocoa and the bread type of yummies instead of the more mundane pizza stuff he might otherwise have opted for. There was something really sweet about roaming around in the cold with a hot drink in his hand and his girl on his arm. He kept wanting to bring up the situation at the McCarthy house but it was a depressing topic and one that would probably upset Phee so he bit back and tried to keep all the focus on how fantastic it was that Christmas was pretty much almost here and it wasn't even December yet! So yeah, a lot of people disagreed with that sentiment but whatever! Their loss!
"So," he said at some point between sips of cocoa. "You've been totally failing at dropping hints about what you want for Christmas."
Cocoa and stuff to nibble on was the perfect way to start off this unexpected trip into Christmas-land with Greg, so Phee had no argument there at all. She chatted idly with him as they strolled around, and there really was something festive-magic about all the lights and decorations and the people milling around. It was just something in the air. Phee hoped it really snowed for the holiday itself. She wasn’t a huge fan of cold -- though she’d learned to tolerate it, living in Maine meant you kind of had to -- but there was something really fun about having a white Christmas. Her brows lifted when Greg spoke again, and then she laughed. “Sorry?” she offered, wrinkling her nose. “I never really have to do that, so I’m not used to it, I guess. But neither are you! I went shopping with Liam yesterday and I had no idea what to get you.” Phee nudged him playfully.
Greg had to laugh at that. "Okay first of all," he started. "I don't need to drop hints 'cause I've got an Amazon wishlist. Second? All I want from you is like... dope kisses and stuff you can't really put a bow on." Was that cliche? He totally got that she'd want to give him an actual present, he wanted to give her something she could proudly open in front of her family, something that told them she had an awesome boyfriend! He just wasn't sure what yet.
Amazon! Phee hadn’t even thought of that, which was probably stupid of her. That was the modern way to shop and all. But she doubted anything on Greg’s wishlist would be anything romantic or super personal, and that was kind of the vibe she wanted to shoot for for their first gift-giving holiday. Maybe she could get some ideas to build on, though. “Dope kisses?” she echoed with a delighted laugh. “Unlike the regular kisses I give you? Which are apparently un-dope.” She nudged him again, amused. “Maybe I'll just put a bow on myself.” Or get some sexy Christmas lingerie or something. “Really though, like ... books or more flower pots or a cute scarf or something would be fine.”
For any other girlfriend 'flowerpots' would have sounded like a really lame gift idea to Greg. Flowerpots. Really. It was different when his girlfriend was an earth witch, it just seemed way more intimate and sweet and it kind of made him want to give her at least one, even if the real present would be something else. Maybe something inside a flowerpot? Hell yeah. Some body lotions, perfume, maybe even also a book - all neatly nested in cotton and placed inside a cool looking pot. He'd have to start looking now if he didn't want to get stuck with whatever design was available locally. "You know I'd be happy to just get you with a bow on but I'm not sure mom would like a naked chick under the tree," he teased. "But anything you get me will make me happy, promise."
Phee laughed, though part of her was already daydreaming about getting a whole set of festive lingerie, like multiple gauzy layers of prettiness, and letting him peel them off of her one by one. Once they were alone, of course. Her cheeks were a little more happy-pink as she took a drink of cocoa. She hadn’t actually thought she would be so happy about having a boyfriend to do that kind of thing for, but she really was. “I’ll be sure to get you something extra terrible then, so you’ll have to act happy about it,” she teased back, wrinkling her nose at him. “We’ll see how well you can fake it.” Impulsively, she leaned in and gave Greg’s cheek a big smooch. “Likewise though. Don’t stress out about it. You’re like, enough of a gift on your own.”
Greg laughed and shook his head. "I don't fake it," he said almost proudly. "If you give me something crappy my family will just have to hear some TMI about how you're the real present and all." It was a fair warning! He probably would tell his family something like that and they'd automatically assume he meant something sexual and collectively groan at him and it'd be hilarious - so, he could live with that. He leaned in and gave her a similar kiss to what she'd given him, then grinned warmly at her.
“That’ll make a great impression,” Phee said, rolling her eyes affectionately. She finished off the last of the cocoa she had, and stepped a bit to the side to toss the empty cup into a nearby garbage can. Once she was back, she slipped her arm through Greg’s and pulled him toward the big Christmas tree that dominated the center of the marina. “Come on, take pictures with me. Then we can go home and like, make out to Christmas music or whatever your freaky heart desires.” She grinned and hugged his arm, a n extra happy bounce in her step as they headed off for cute selfies before the rest of their evening.