faunoverme (faunoverme) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-02-13 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | frankie, myron |
Monday April 6, 2009
Who: Frankie and Myron
What: Pillaging the grocery store
Where: School and Danvers
When: Afternoon
Myron was ready to go in just a few minutes. He shoved his feet into a pair of boots and threw on his thick pea coat and gloves. He wanted to still be able to move around even with the cold. Pulling on a beanie, he jogged across campus to the parking lot and his car. Getting in and turning it on, he blasted the heater so it could hurry up and get warm. Turning the heated seats on, he waited a few minutes before pulling out of his space and going to wait for Frankie in front so she could hurry up and get in.
Frankie threw on several extra layers as well as her Ugg boots. After grabbing her keys, phone and wallet, and throwing them all in the pocket of her Bears hoodie, she jogged out the door and headed to the parking lot. She didn't know what kind of car Myron drove, but she didn't need to know. There was only one car turned on, steam coming from the exhaust. She ran toward it and quickly opened the door, smiling as she ducked her head inside. "Myron?" She wanted to be sure!
"Frankie?" He asked when this rather cute girl opened the door. "Nice to put a face to the text," Myron chuckled as he gave her a winning smile. Waiting for her to get in and get buckled, he shifted the car into gear and started out of the driveway. "So, you might have to direct me around a bit. I've never been to Danvers in my life," he said, making a face as he turned onto the road heading into town. "Anything that has food that is worthy of being called junk is fine with me," he said, glancing over at her. Yep, super cute.
She smiled with relief and climbed into the car, quickly shutting the door and then putting on her seat belt. "Likewise." She would have felt silly hoping into the car with someone else! "Uh.. go out of the parking lot and make a left. Then you'll wanna take a right at the second light. There's a grocery store we can hit up." She looked around at his car. "This is a really nice ride."
"Thanks. I got it for my 21st birthday," he said. The car was barely a month old and it still had that new car smell that he loved. "I also need to get cupcakes. 16 year old girls like cup cakes, right?" He asked, thinking about it a bit. He and Maggie and kinda hit it off. More so in a Big Brother Little Sister kind of way. She was too young, even if she was in a 16 year old body. Myron was not his father and didn't chase anything that showed interest and had a vagina.
"It's a gift?!" she asked, crazy impressed. Wow. Who got a gift like this for their 21st birthday? He had to be loaded. Returning her focus to him, she nodded, "Yeah, everyone loves cupcakes. Well, everyone who isn't insane. I mean, I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy!"
"Yeah. My dad couldn't make it home so he had someone pick it out for me," Myron said, as if his dad skipping out on his birthday and having someone else pick out his present was normal. It was for him at least. "Okay, well there was a girl I was talking to on the messaging system and her birthday's tomorrow, so I figured I'd get her some cupcakes or something," he explained as they turned off where they were supposed to, ending up at the grocery store fairly fast.
"MAGGIE!" Frankie said excitedly. "She's so super sweet! I used to babysit for her sometimes before the whole crazy virus thing. She definitely likes cupcakes. That's really sweet of you." Frankie beamed at Myron. It was nice of him!
It was a good thing they were parked or else they'd be in trouble. Myron jumped at the sudden changed in Frankie's volume, leaning away from her and looking at her wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights. It took a moment for him to finally laugh nervously as he settled down. "Uh, sorry. The sudden loudness kinda. . . Um, scared me," Myron said, trying to smile through that incredibly embarrassing moment. "Thanks, I mean. Birthdays are important, especially when you're young. That's when you really appreciate them," he chuckled getting out of the car. Waiting on her, he let her get out before locking the doors and walked inside with her.
Frankie's face contorted, making it clear she felt bad for her outburst. "I told ya.. I'm usually the loud noise. And.. hyper." She couldn't help it! "But, yeah, Maggie's really excited about her birthday. I wish her parents were able to make it in time, but they'll be here soon, and at least she gets to spend it with her uncle and grandpa." She hopped out of the car and jogged around it to meet up with Myron, sliding her hand through his arm.
"It's okay. All fauns are like that," he said as he gave her a smile. "At least she's got somebody," Myron said, feeling her arm link with his. "Sucks spending your birthday alone." He was speaking from experience too. "So, snacks, soda, cupcakes, um. . . Anything else you want?" He asked as they walked in and he grabbed a shopping cart.
"Yeah, she's got a good family." Frankie did as well, even if her brother wasn't really speaking to her right now. At least that's what she assumed. He had to have seen Cassidy's note. And if he wasn't yelling at her for it, then he was avoiding her. "As much chocolate as possible. I need some tequila too. I'm out." That made her sound like an alcoholic, so she quickly added, "Uh.. fire sprites drink a lot of alcohol. Well, actually, I think fire users in general do. It's fuel, you know?"
Myron was lacking in the family department. Good or bad. A change of subject was needed. "Chocolate, okay. Tequila, okay," Myron said, making a mental check list as he started to grab food and toss it into the cart. Some of it he'd had before, others he wanted to try. "I wondered," he snickered. "I was wondering if you got bigger flames or just had awesome explosions," he grinned as he tossed in mini cheesecakes from the dairy aisle. "I don't drink myself, but from what I understand I would have a high tolerance if I did."
"You don't drink?" Frankie asked, truly shocked. His dad made wine! How was that possible? Maybe he'd given up drinking. That she could see. Perhaps he'd been a heavy drinker before and needed to stop. She grabbed a few bags of Oreos, wishing she could rip one open and eat them right now. Oreos were THE BOMB!
"Nope," Myron said, tossing a few bags of donuts into the cart. "Dad's an alcoholic and if I started to drink I'd probably end up like him," he said, reaching up and grabbing a bag of mini snickers. He didn't want to be his dad. Get into a marriage then fool around like it didn't matter, have a kid like it didn't matter, then do whatever he wanted and only care when he looked bad.
Frankie frowned and looked up at Myron with concern. "I'm sorry." She didn't like hearing that his dad was an alcoholic. There were a few in Frankie's family as well, but thankfully not her father.
"It's fine, I don't see him enough for it to really matter too much," he shrugged, walking down the aisle before turning onto another. Myron wasn't much for talking about his home life, he didn't want to get into it and have people feel horrible for the poor, lonely, rich boy.
Frankie tagged along behind Myron and grabbed a few things along the way, but she didn't get all that much. She was on a pretty strict budget lately. Yeah, she was making money at the den, but that was supposed to be for college! "So.. what did you do before coming here?"
"I was in school. I was going for business management so I could take over the company when my dad retires. I was at NYU and heard about this place from some of the guys my dad works with," Myron said as they swung by the soda part and he got several 12-packs of Mt. Dew, Dr. Pepper, and Orange soda.
"But.. I mean.. how can you manage a wine business if you don't drink it? Don't you need to?" She didn't understand. "If you need a taster, I can totally do that job," she teased.
"You don't have to drink it. You just need to know wines," Myron chuckled. "Mostly it's dealing with vendors and supplying them with what they need. There's very little need to actually drink the wine if you're managing the company," he explained in the simplest of terms. "Like you can not eat fish and still run a sushi place. If you're not the one making it and you're just telling people what to do, then you're good. What were you doing before you came here?"
"Seriously? So.. you don't have to like.. do quality testing sometimes? I mean, how do you know if the product is good?" Frankie figured that was a must. But, then again, she knew nothing about running a business. "I was waiting tables and going to community college. Well, not before I came here, but before I went to another supernatural school. That school, uh, exploded.. and so I transferred here."
"That's what I have tasters for," he chuckled. "That's not too bad. It could be worse. Could be living in a cardboard box and pan handling," Myron said as they got to the checkout line and he started to put everything up there, not separating anything. he planned on buying it all, whether or not Frankie wanted him to. "So it exploded? Must have really sucked," he snickered.
Frankie shifted uncomfortably at the mention of a cardboard box. She'd been left in one by her birth mother. Myron didn't know that though, so she tried not to give off that it got to her. She grabbed the divider thing on the conveyor to place between their stuff. "Yeah.. and it wasn't me, I swear! A few people started rumors that it was me, but it wasn't."
"I didn't peg you for the exploding type," Myron smiled as he took the divider and set it back, making it one big one purchase. He'd play the put it back game till she finally gave up, but he was determined to win that.
Frankie gave a frustrated sigh as she wrestled with Myron a bit. "I have money, you know." She hadn't asked to tag along so he would pay for her stuff.
"I have money too, hey! That's something we have in common!" He beamed as he booty bumped her out of the way so he could pay for everything. "Besides, you can pay me back later with cannoli," Myron shrugged.
"Ugh, FINE!" she protested. She supposed that would be fair. If she made him some homemade cannoli, then they'd be sorta even? If that was what he wanted in return. Plus, it wasn't like the stuff he bought for her costed
a ton.
"Oh, quit acting like me buying you stuff is so damn hard," Myron snickered as he paid for everything with a swipe of a card. "And no I am not above blackmailing you with oreos for cannoli. I'm just that kinda guy," he teased as he started to grab their bags.
Frankie smiled at him. "Thanks. It's sweet of you." It was a gentlemanly thing to do. Unless he was trying to get laid. She had no idea. She hoped that wasn't the case. Well, not that she objected to the idea of him finding her attractive, but hopefully he was just a nice guy and not working some sort of angle.
"No problem," Myron said with his winning smile that made all the girls melt. "Just being the good guy is all." Sure, he worked an angle most of the time, but with just starting there, he didn't want to make enemies right off the bat. Sometimes he did that when he didn't mean to. Currently, he just wanted some friends to hang out with.
Frankie followed him back to the car and climbed inside. "Honestly? I've got an abundance of good and bad guys in my life. I'd kinda like to find a few who are more middle of the road."
Putting everything in the trunk, he hopped back in the car and turned it on so they could get the heat going. "What? Like a good guy with a dark side or something?" He chuckled. Myron really didn't have a dark side. He had a secret side, a secret nerdy side that would blow his awesome image out of the water and forever land him in the friend zone.
"I don't know. Just.. the nice guys have been too damn nice lately, and the assholes are.." she shrugged. Frankie wasn't sure how to phrase it. How could she explain the fact that nice guys only wanted to be her friend because they were terrified of her falling for them, and the assholes simply took advantage of her?
"Uh. . . Okay," Myron said a bit confused. "I'm not really interested in dating anyone right now, if that's what you're getting at. I'm not really a relationship type of guy as it doesn't really work," he said, wondering if this was where it was going. "So, I guess I should put that out there. . . I guess."
Frankie sighed and sunk deeper in her seat. "Yeah, I've heard that a lot lately." It wasn't like she wanted to date Myron. He was cute, nice, clearly rich, but she had her eyes on someone else. Another guy who didn't do relationships.
"Sorry," Myron said, feeling like a jerk. "I do wanna be your friend though," he said, trying to make it a bit better. "I haven't been here a day and I'm just wanting some friends," he said, a bit softer as he felt even more like an ass. Putting the car into gear, he backed out and went back the way they came, going quiet on the way back.
She looked over at him, "Oh, don't think I'm upset with you. I'm totally not. Just.. reminds me of something. Someone." She sighed and looked ahead again. "The fireworks guy. Lucas. I really like him, and he likes me too.. but he's too damn nice. He doesn't wanna date me because he doesn't do relationships, and he knows that's what I want."
"So you couldn't compromise?" Myron said quirking an eyebrows. "You couldn't just be friends and see if maybe he'd change his mind?" That seemed to be the simplest solution, though Myron was above the average bear and with as much experience with relationships he's had, he probably was a 50/50 chance of getting good advice.
"Well.. I don't know. I mean, yeah. I guess we're friends still. Trying anyway. It's just hard." Which was why Frankie was trying to do the 'casual' thing with other people. Maybe if she figured that out, she could be okay with not having more from Lucas.
"Well, don't try so hard. It makes it worse sometimes. You push something and you end up resenting it and hating it. Trust me, I've done my fair share of pushing," Myron snorted. Second grade, he kept pushing for a friend and all he got was pushed to the ground and had to go hide in the library during recess because otherwise he'd get picked on. Pushing didn't work.
"We aren't really talking right now." Frankie wasn't sure if that was because he didn't want to talk to her, if she didn't want to talk to him, or if they were both trying to create 'space'. "I guess he feels like an asshole, even though I keep telling him he's not."
"Maybe that's good. You guys can get stuff figured out," Myron said, trying to cheer her up again. "I mean, if both of you want to still be friends, that's probably the best thing to do. I know if I got in a fight with a friend, some cool off time would do wonders."
"Yeah, we want to be friends. He's a great guy. I like him a lot. I just need to figure out how to like him a little less. That's the hard part." She didn't know if it was possible. Frankie couldn't simply flip a switch and stop having feelings for Lucas.
"You like someone, you like someone. It's not like mind over matter's going to help," Myron said as he pulled into the parking lot. "You can't force yourself or you'll end up totally miserable."
Frankie shrugged. "Well, I'm good at miserable lately. So.. yeah. But chocolate helps, and fun new friends help.. new shoes help too, but they're not in the budget right now," she added with a laugh.
"Peas help too," Myron said. "They have the same endorphins that give off the euphoric feeling of being in love." There was a beat of silence before he chuckled nervously. "Ignore that little bit. I'm full of random facts."
"Peas?" she asked, giving him a weird look like he was crazy. She laughed when he explained. "You're nuts. There's no way that's true. I'm totally looking it up." She couldn't wait to get to her room and Google it.
"Do it! Look it up and tell me I'm wrong!" He challenged her, laughed as he found a parking space not far from the school. "I bet you $20 that I'm right," Myron chuckled as he parked and turned off the car.
Frankie laughed some more. "I'll take that bet.. but I can't give ya a twenty in return if I'm wrong. How about I make you an awesome Italian feast if I find out that it's true?" she asked. She was really trying to save her cash for college.
"I think I can agree to that wager," he grinned. Food was always an acceptable substitute for money. That and sex, but the food sounded a lot better. Mmmm, Italian. "Want help to your dorm?" He asked as he got out of the car and picked up all the bags, only slightly giving her a choice.
She nodded at his offer to help. "Thanks.. that would be nice." She was going to pick up a few of the bags, but Myron didn't let her. Ugh, nice guys! There were too damn many of them in her life. She took to opening doors instead and showing him around a little as they walked back to her room. After unlocking the door, she held it open for him and showed him inside. It was somewhat messy, because Frankie had a chaotic personality, and that was reflected in her surroundings. There was also a lot of pink and red in the decor. "My room!" she announced.
"No problem," he said as he followed her across the cold school grounds to her dorm room. "Nice digs," Myron said looking around. It wasn't too bad. Very much a girl dorm, but his was clean. Except for his bed. It was more like a nesting area. Looking around, he set the bags down on the bed before picking his own up. "Alright then, snack have been pillaged. Anything else I can do for you?" He asked, giving her a smile.
"Um.. no? I mean, you're welcome to stay and hang out. Play some video games or something. I can kick your ass at MarioKart or Grand Theft Auto." She gave a wink. She was pretty damn awesome at video games, but Vinnie was better.
"I could play," Myron grinned. "I gotta go put my stuff up though, so it doesn't get icky," he said making a face. "When I get back though, I'm totally challenging you to MarioKart and you are so loosing," he grinned.
She grinned. "Deal. Take your stuff to your room and then get your butt back here so I can kick it." She stuck her tongue out briefly to tease him and then went about putting her things away.
"Ha! We'll see about that! Challenge accepted," he grinned as he went out the door, trying to hurry and put everything up. He had a video game to win!