Lisa Lowel (sg_lisa) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-10-15 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: october, character: lisa lowel, character: noah puckerman, ~complete |
Thread: Puck and Lisa do 'bro' stuff -that's code for not much
Date: 10/15, afternoon-ish
Characters: Lisa and Puck
Location: Burt Garage
Warnings: seriously? A huge one for (foul) language
Summary: Puck and Lisa hang out as bros. She just mostly wants to escape the house after the terror has been brought.
What had started out as a fun little experiment with what she assumed was her 'freaky little super power' had turned into a nightmare of her own making. Since she figured she wasn't losing her fashionably attached and moderately disturbed little mind, Lisa had taken to trying to consciously affect other people -it also meant she stopped seeing the rabid penguins. She wasn't in a bad enough mood with her mother to inflict that upon the woman so, lo and behold, her cousin stepped in.
There had to be child protective laws against that kind of thing, but realistically, Lisa wasn't too bothered (the brat kept calling her Li-Lo, he deserved it) but the terror and panic attacks that Connor seemed prone to taking every time a door slammed got really boring after the first hour. So, Saturday actually saw her dragging her carcass out of bed before noon and muttering 'bro day' to her mother and leaving the weeping, soppy, agitated mess of her cousin in her mothers capable if unsympathetic hands (probably a mean move telling her mother that Connor had broken into the horror movie stash and given himself the freak outs but Lisa never said she was nice).
By this point, Lisa knew her way to the garage well enough that she could drive there while fiddling with her phone, drinking an iced coffee and flicking through her playlists on her iPod. When you haven't even lived in a town for a month and you know where the auto shop repair is, there is something seriously wrong.
She didn't bother pulling into the garage this time, just parking up outside and killing the engine. This wasn't New York and she was fairly certain hers was the only Dodge in town, so leaving the keys in the ignition wasn't a big deal. "Yo, Landing Strip, you here?" One day she'd learn how to do a proper greeting.
But that was a while away.