InsaneJournal

Who: Midna and Billy
When: Don’t matter
Where: A coffee shop or something
What: Pwning noobs.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete


The life of a student required mass amounts of caffeine and sugar to keep them going. As someone who was much more a night person, Midna had always had a soft spot for the former. She nearly ran on the stuff during the week. Morning classes were hard.

Having just finished one of those, Midna had a few hours to kill before her next one. So she’d left campus to go fuel herself for the day at her favourite place. Standing at the till, she ordered whatever the fuck she wanted and paid. Because that’s what you do in coffee shops.

As she turned to head to the spot where you pick up your coffee (what the hell do they call that anyway?), she bumped into someone who made a better door than a window. “‘Scuse me,” she said, sounding a bit annoyed.

“You’re excused,” said Billy Horrible, PhFuckingD, who was really just very busy staring at the selection of bakery, and wasn’t putting up with things like people being rude, because that was all just a bit banal and he hadn’t the patience for it. He only had patience for things like deciding if he wanted chocolate chip cookies or scones. These were the questions that plagued his times, after all.

Midna was only a bit rude. Okay, maybe a lot. But she looked up when Billy gave her that attitude (he was basically z snapping mentally), and her brows drew together when she recognized him. It was the guy who spent way too much time on the internet.

“Hey, you’re that guy,” she said. As if he would know exactly what she was talking about.

Uhm, it wasn’t spending way too much time on it when it was a job … man. Luckily for her, Billy did know exactly what she was talking about. Or, at least, he thought he did.

“Yeah,” he said, and it was a shame most of his snark seemed to disappear when he looked someone in the eye. Or, uh, at them at all really. “I know. The Horrible Guy.” He just assumed she’d seen his vlog. Because really, who hadn’t?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said when he mentioned The Horrible Guy. “No, the ninja Journey ultimate power guy. Hey,” she, on the other hand, had no qualms about being rude or snarky to someone’s face. “How’s the pursuit of ultimate power on the internet treating you?”

She was smirking. Because this was fun.

Was it fun? Because Billy wasn’t exactly sure of that yet. Usually, his idea of fun did not involve other people in a physical sense. “Ohhh, it’s you,” he said, eyebrows raising and left eye giving a tiny (fucking endearing) twitch. “The Non Believer.” The funny thing was -- Billy didn’t actually like Journey. Not any more than he liked any other late 80s early 90s tripe, anyway. “It’s going surprisingly well,” he said, and was not smooth about it. “I think I’ve got LiveJournal on lockdown.”

It was kind of fucking endearing. Midna, meanwhile, was not feeling nearly as awkward. In fact, she was just loving the fact that he was so obviously uncomfortable. She might have wanted to take advantage of him a bit. “And what is LiveJournal?” she asked, not looking clueless on the fact, rather she looked slightly judgmental. Her drink order was called and she slipped a sleeve and a lid on quickly. “Is that some sort of diary? To share your feelings with the internet?”

Ha ha, so mean.

Billy didn’t seem particularly chuffed over her words. In fact, he grinned and then gave a lazy shrug before taking a sip from his coffee (he’d had that, he just wanted bakery too). “Well, yeah,” he said, simply. “Where else am I going to share my secrets and get better dieting tips?”

Midna took a sip of her coffee, raising an eyebrow as she watched Billy. “Right,” she said, shaking her head as she continued watching him. Okay, he was kind of funny. And apparently hard to offend. She wasn’t going to complain about bumping into him. “Those oat bars are really going to help with the diet.” Sarcasm. Lots of it.

“Oh, I know,” Billy said, and it couldn’t be said that he wasn’t a match for wit or sarcasm -- even if his face was still recovering from an awkward blush. “They’ll go straight to my hips, but I just can’t help myself.” He didn’t socialize often, and it was probably often. To his credit, he was better at it now than ever before.

“Your hips will be fine,” Midna assured him. “It’s your thighs you’ll have to worry about. Looks like you haven’t started to worry, yet.” She was being a bit mean, but she was saying it all with a smile. Doesn’t that take away the mean?

“Well,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee. “I’d better leave you to get back to your.... LiveJournal. And the funny moving pictures. Great to meet you and your thighs.” Ha ha.

Billy only laughed at that, flushing just a tad more. Because he couldn’t help himself. “Right. Nice meeting you. My thighs quiver in anticipation for the next time.”