Likes, Dislikes and Other Things

Who: Kavin and Wednesday
When: Lunchtime
Where: Back hallway doors/Outside the Orphanage

So. Ghosts! They weren't gone, which was surprising to Wednesday, since it wasn't Halloween anymore. Her mom was one of the silly people who had crowded into church that morning to pray and look for guidance from some guy who liked to preach about God and sin. As if he would have all the answers about wandering lost souls. This is what happens when you don't accept Jesus Christ as your savior, sinners! You're damned soul will be stuck in limbo, destined to be Earth bound and wander alone for centuries. Wednesday didn't know if her dad had joined her, or if he had gone into work, more than willing to pretend like nothing strange was happening around town - or the world apparently. All Wednesday knew was when she got home from school, her mom would probably thrust a rosary into her hand and ask her if she'd repented yet.

Snorting, Wednesday made her way through the crowded halls to the back of the school, not in the mood to sit alone in the cafeteria and listen to the droll of the students around her. Lost spirits couldn't hinder the educational system, it seemed. After noting that the hallway toward the wood shop classes were empty, Wednesday opened the side door and stepped right outside into the chilly weather. She unzipped her book bag and pulled out her lighter and the small joint she'd had in there for the past couple of days. She could have had a cigarette, sure, but nicotine wasn't going to help her get through the rest of school any easier, now was it? She lit it quickly and inhaled, keeping her fingers wrapped around the lighter before she glanced back in the glass doors to make sure no one was there. Satisfied, she leaned against the brick wall and relaxed.

Kavin didn't buy into the religious bullshit. He didn't think it was the apocalypse, he didn't think that if he didn't go to church that day that he'd be damned to hell for eternity. He didn't think much of anything really. Ghosts. Apparently everyone could see them and he wasn't sure why, but he doubted God was coming back and using those ghosts as a messaging service. So he'd went to school and not to church. It wasn't quite as full as normal what with most of the kids having joined their parents for religious practices.

Then he smelled the familiar smell of weed. Unmistakable to someone who knew what they were smelling. He cocked a brow and headed in the direction his nose told him to go. And there was a girl. A new girl, obviously, she didn't look familiar at all. And she was smoking weed, so, yeah she was cool. Well, what the hell. Might as well say hey, right? She's obviously smart enough not to buy into running off to church. He cleared his throat as he took a step towards her, holding up a hand and giving her a smile. "Not the weed police, don't worry."

Wednesday tensed the minute she felt someone coming, but she wasn't about to throw her joint into the grass and risk ruining the damn thing. Luckily it was another student, not a teacher, and he didn't look like the narcing type. "Not the weed police," Wednesday said, slipping the joint between her lips again and inhaling as her eyes roamed down his body and up again until they settled on his face. She lowered her hand and smiled. "You're not wearing a hall monitor badge either, so I guess I'm safe." Relaxing against the wall again, she folded one arm up under her breasts and exhaled before arching an eyebrow and holding out the weed to him, silently offering him a hit. She doubted he would take it. Some students freaked out at the sight of a joint, more so when it was at school.

Kavin wasn't one to turn down good weed. Ever. No matter who was offering it, so he reached out and took the joint. Putting it between his lips, he took a slow drag and handed it back to her, holding the smoke back for a while before letting it slowly escape. "Thanks." he said with a little lopsided grin. "I think I needed that." Who didn't when the whole town, hell the country, was buzzing with news of impending doom?

"Sure." She took it back, mildly surprised that he'd taken it. Smirking, Wednesday scuffed a bit at the ground with her boot. She wore fishnets today, which didn't exactly keep her warm in this weather, but that was one of the benefits of being a fire elemental. She wasn't too concerned with freezing to death. Using her thumb to open and close the zippo in her other hand, she studied him. "Might as well be buzzing when you meet your doom, right? I wonder how many priests are getting high in their church offices, right now? Something to take the edge off before relaying God's message that we're all damned." Her tone was dry and just a tiny bit sarcastic. She didn't buy into the religious thing either, no matter what her mother insisted.

He raised a brow at her bit grinned regardless. "Probably." he told her. "That or drinking up all the wine and shit." he shrugged. "I personally don't think we're doomed. Ghosty ghouls haven't done a damn thing to me yet. I'd think if it were the apocalypse, they'd be a little less confused looking and a bit more dangerous, but that's just me. Guessing you're not attending mass with the masses?"

"I'm here, aren't I? If I weren't, I wouldn't be in church. Probably checking out the cemetery again, or something else. When has this ever happened before? Why waste the experience? Although I'm in school so I should be thinking that one over..." Wednesday shrugged and took another short hit from the joint. "Why waste time being afraid in church? If we're all going to die, then we're all going to die. Groveling to a man in black isn't going to save you. But I don't think we're doomed either. If we were, I think it would have been over by now." She lifted her hand, offering him the joint again before exhaling the smoke from the side of her lips. "I'm Wednesday, by the way."

He took the joint and nodded, waiting to tell her his own name until after he'd taken another hit and let the smoke filter through his lips. "Kavin." he told her. "And yeah, I'm starting to rethink this whole school shit too. Not like anyone's here anyways. Half the teachers are MIA. No one has taught me shit today." he muttered handing her joint back again. "But I'm not groveling to a priest. They don't know what the hell is going on anymore than we do, why go to them for the answers?"

"Kavin... that's my brother's name," Wednesday said before shaking her head. "No it's not, that was a total lie. Sorry." She grinned and took her joint back. "You want to ditch?" she asked, thinking she just might do it even if he didn't want to. She was the new girl, hardly anyone knew her face or name. And with everything going on, she doubted she would be missed. She held up her joint between two fingers. "I'd be willing to share more."

He eyed her for a moment and then shrugged, taking the joint again and with it another hit. "Sure." he said with a nod. "Why waste my last day here at school right? Seems pretty fucking stupid if you ask me. Let's get outta here." Skipping was definitely looking better than sitting in half empty classrooms listening to chattering about ghosts and Jesus.

Wednesday bent down to pick up her book bag, slinging it over her shoulder before she slipped her zippo into her jacket pocket. Finally, something to do in this town. She started to walk away from the side of school, though she had no clue where they would go. Getting high sounded like fun, since she was on her way there already. "Where do you want to go? I'm not too familiar with this place yet... although the orphanage was pretty cool when I went. Lots of ghosts floating around." And creepy pale guy who disappeared just like that.

"I could do the orphanage." he smiled. "This way, we'll take my car, too fucking cold to walk. Fuck walking in the cold. So not doing it." Kavin wasn't about to walk in the freezing cold to go anywhere. He hadn't been near the old orphanage in forever and it actually sounded a hell of a lot better that hanging around school.

"Fine with me." She didn't mind walking in the cold, but she knew other people did. "You know, I wondered why our new house was so cheap. And why my dad's new firm was so willing to pay him as much as they are. There's a gazillion houses for sale." Wednesday exhaled slowly, though it was her cold breath that was forming a small puff of air rather than the pot. "You don't seem freaked out by everything going on."

"What's the point of being freaked?" he asked her as they made their way towards the parking lot. "Like you said, if I die, I die. If not, cool whatever." he shrugged. "Not going to waste my time freaking out over some ghosts that may or may not mark the end of the world."

Wednesday couldn't help but find the conversation amusing - though maybe it was the pot - so she laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could look at it that way. I just don't know many people who would. Not that it's a bad view to take on." She eyed him, wondering what his deal was. How long he had lived here and how much he knew. "No fear of death then. That's pretty cool. I have some very specific rules for how I want to die. And they definitely don't include small towns with a ghost problem... although it doesn't seem to be just Marquette."

"Set rules for death?" he questioned, reaching the car and unlocking the passenger side to let her in out of the cold. "Exactly what do these set rules entail?" he asked. "Never met someone who had a plan for their death." he chuckled.

"I don't plan for death. I simply have preferences for how I would like for it to happen, when it gets to that point," Wednesday told him, slipping the joint between her lips before smiling around it and slipping into his car. She set her book bag down on the ground and pulled her lighter out to hold it in her lap. When he got into the car, she took the joint from her mouth again and handed it to him. "No mutiliation. No dismemberment. Definitely no drowning." She hated the water with a passion, and even thinking of it made her shiver. "Preferably no suffocation. Actually, if I had my way? I would die in the throes of an orgasm. That would be ideal."

Kavin pulled his door shut and took the joint from her, taking a hit and holding it. At least til she made that last statement and he started coughing around the smoke as it came out, a laugh sticking in his throat. "Well then..." he said with a couple blinks. "That's... interesting." he chuckled, handing her back the joint and grabbing his keys out of his jacket pocket and stuffing them in the ignition. He'd never had a girl just come out and say something like that, not after first meeting them. She was definitely an interesting one.

She smirked and took it back from him, leaning back against the chair as if completely comfortable in a stranger's car. "What should I say? I hope to be shot in the head at close range? Who wouldn't love to die in the midst of pleasure?" It seemed logical to her. She rolled down the window just enough to blow smoke outside. She was feeling extremely relaxed, which was what she had been after when lighting up during lunch. "How long have you lived here?" she asked. "This isn't the first strange thing to happen, is it?"

"Since I was born." he told her. "And no. It's not." He cranked the car and gave it a second or two to heat up before pulling out of the parking lot. He wasn't going to lie to the girl. If she asked around, she'd hear the stories about what had went on in the town. Hell, she might not even have to ask around at all.

"Huh." She figured it wasn't. He seemed too nonchalant about the ghosts. A lot of people did, even as others flocked to churches, and their televisions for news and answers. "Seems like the perfect situation for rioting or something. Nothing provokes riots better than the fear of the unknown." Her joint was going fast, which was a bit depressing. She should have packed it better. She had another in her wallet, but two in one day might make dinner with her parents intolerable. "Are you human? Most people who know this stuff and don't seem bothered by it are generally something weird themselves."

He raised a brow at the girl. "Are you?" he questioned, not about to answer her until he got the answer first. He wasn't sure he was ready for her answer, but obviously she must be something. She had to be something if she was asking him if he was human. And if she wasn't something, then she knew someone that was.

She always enjoyed it when people answered her question with a question of their own. Those people always had secrets. "Maybe. I asked you first," Wednesday shot back, sticking the joint between her lips and resting her head back against her neck as she studied his profile. "You don't have to tell me what you are," she stated, her words mumbled around the joint. "Just asked if you were human or not. A yes or no answer would suffice."

"I'm human." he answered honestly as he took the road towards the orphanage. "Your turn. Yes or no?" He was fairly certain at this point there was more to the girl than he'd initially thought.

If he was human, then he had to know people who weren't. Or he had to know someone who knew something. He was extremely calm about the entire ghost thing. "Nope. At least not by some people's standards." But she didn't offer any other information other than that, since she hadn't asked him for any more either. Wednesday exhaled the smoke and smiled a bit lazily. "But don't worry, I'm not going to sprout a tail or demon fangs." Wednesday offered him the joint again. "I'm pretty innocent all around."

He took the joint and another hit from it and rested the hand that held it against the steering wheel. "Well, then what are you?" he queried, glancing sideways at her. "If not human, then...?" He had his inklings to what she might be, but he didn't want to jump the gun and be wrong.

Wednesday rarely told people what she was straight out. She had two people in her entire life actually guess correctly - and those people had been supernatural themselves. Her parents didn't count in that area. Idly flicking her lighter on and off, she arched an eyebrow toward Kavin. "What do you think I am?" Wednesday asked, realizing she was answering his question with a question. More than likely she would agree with whatever it was he threw out there. It was easier that way. And she was sure she could spin a convincing story too, if she needed to. "If you guess right, I'll tell you."

Kavin had an inkling of what she was. Those fishnets in the middle of the freezing cold and the lighter she kept flicking had him fairly certain that she was an elemental, fire specifically. "The lighter leads me to believe that you're fond of the flame." he said simply. "You are, aren't you?"

Well, that was quick. And he was observant, which was pretty fun. Wednesday flicked her lighter on again, holding it lit long enough that the heated metal might have burned the fingers of anyone else. It didn't bother her in the slightest. She grinned at him and snapped the Zippo shut. "Maybe I'm just a pyro," she countered. "Or I'm a naturally nervous person who always has to be doing something with her hands."

"It's freezing cold and you're in fishnets and you haven't once complained about being cold. Most chicks would have asked me for my jacket by now. And that..." he said with a little pointing motion in the direction of the lighter. "Holding it that long, bet the metal is fucking scalding almost. You didn't even flinch." He took another hit from the joint and passed the remainder of it back to her. "So, yes or no?"

"I have my own jacket," Wednesday pointed out, tugging at the collar of her leather jacket. Granted, it wasn't a winter coat. It was more for spring, but she wore it anyway. More for fashion than comfort. Wednesday reached out and took her joint back, figuring it had one or two puffs left on it. She procrastinated in answering him by inhaling deeply and holding the smoke back for a few moments before blowing it out the window. "But since you're so incredibly observant, I'll say yes. How do you know about elementals?"

Kavin pulled up in front of the orphanage and turned the car off. It would stay warm inside for a bit, not like it mattered to her. She ran hot anyways. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you." he smiled. He shrugged then. "I dunno, I just read a lot." Which wasn't completely untrue. He did read a lot. It was just the reason why he did that reading that he knew so much about the 'different' things that were out there.

"I'd fry you before you had a chance to kill me," Wednesday countered with a smile. "And I've seen pre-teen girls hanging out in the New Age section at Barnes and Noble reading, but they don't have a clue what an elemental is. You must read a lot of legit books to be able to check out my legs and my lighter and know I enjoy a bit of heat." Wednesday finished off her joint before flicking the rest of it out the window. She bent over her book bag again to unzip it. "Want a cigarette?"

"Sure." he told her with a little nod as he unbuckled his seat belt and pocketed his keys and then leaned back against the seat. "And yeah, legit books. But still, reading." he pointed out. "Guessing you don't have a lot of people paying attention to that lighter, or those legs?"

"The legs get more attention than the lighter. It's mostly strange looks from people because I'm wearing skirts in the winter. I could hold a lit flame against my wrist and not scream in agony, and they'll ask me why I'm wearing a jean skirt when it's snowing outside. Weird, huh?" She dug her cigarettes out and pulled one from the pack. Slipping it between her lips, she lit it and then handed it over to Kavin before getting one for herself. "Somehow I doubt you get all your information from nothing but books. This place has ghosts in it, and you said it wasn't the first weird thing to happen in town. Which means other weird things have happened. And I doubt I'm the only different person living in Marquette. You probably know quite a few, right?"

"I know a couple." he told her honestly. "And it's not the first weird thing, but you could probably get that information from just about everyone in the town. Animal attacks this past weekend, it's still all over the news. Some people that went to school with us got killed." he pointed out. "Bet you've at least heard about that part." Then there were the vampires... and the shadows, and the attacks weren't animals, they were werewolves, but he wasn't going to spill all those beans to her just yet.

"I did hear about the kids at school." It had happened before she started, but they were still talking about it. "People like to talk... to speculate. It's not hard to listen when they're talking loud enough to be heard. But Marquette's not the only place weird things are happening anymore, it seems." Wednesday flicked on her lighter again, not really thinking much about the flickering flame in her lap. "But you can only talk about weird stuff for so long. There has to be other interesting things to talk about, right?"

"There's always something interesting to talk about I guess." he nodded. "Just depends on what you find interesting compared to what other people find interesting. So, aside from fire, obviously, what else do you like?"

She studied the tip of her cigarette briefly before flashing him a grin. "What, do you want like, a list? There's a lot of things I like, and more things I don't like. But you only asked for things I like." She took a drag from her cigarette thoughtfully. "I like... wow, maybe there's not a lot of things I like after all. Inspire me," Wednesday told him. "What do you like?"

He just looked at her for a moment and shrugged. "Music, parties, driving, not going to school, hanging out with friends." He wasn't sure what else to really tell her. "Just stuff I guess. Never really drew up a list or anything."

"Sounds like you've got a list, you just haven't written it down. I think those things are all pretty normal teenage things to like. What do most people write on their profiles for Myspace and crap? Likes? Movies, tv, reading, writing... blah, blah, blah. Where's the honesty?" Wednesday exhaled carefully out the window, watching the smoke ring disappear above the car. "I like dancing, pot, burning things, sex, singing in the car, giving blow jobs, not going to school - hey, look, we have something in common - frogs, buying clothes, painting my toenails..." Wednesday paused. "I guess I do like some things."

He blinked a little, his teenage boy brain fixating more on 'sex' and 'giving blow jobs' than anything else. "I've never in my entire life ever met a girl who says that she likes giving blow jobs." he told her honestly. It was hot in a weird way, but he wasn't about to tell her that. "I've seen some pretty weird shit, but that was definitely a first."

"What's not to like about it?" Wednesday asked, flicking ash from her cigarette out the window. "As long as the guy doesn't try to choke you with it. But it completely gives the girl control of the situation. I guess that ties into something else I like. Having power over certain situations. Guys are like... completely submissive when there's a chance of getting their dicks sucked. Plus, it's kind of a turn on for me, so I get double from it. Some girls see it as them being submissive or put in a vulnerable position, but whatever, but I don't. If anything, the guy is taking on the vulnerability. Girls have teeth, you know?" She didn't think to censor her thoughts, which she might come to regret later, but she was more than a little buzzed, and she wasn't at all uncomfortable where she was. Why not talk?

Kavin blinked again. He'd like not to think about girls having teeth during the time that their mouth was anywhere near his cock. His cock would like not to think about it to. "Yeah... right." he said with a little nod, unconsciously shifting his jeans slightly. It was funny how the mere mention of a girls teeth and the thought of having his dick bitten had all kinds of tingly 'ouch' feelings running through his nether regions.

Wednesday looked over at him when she saw him shift from the corner of her eye. She grinned before laughing. "Sorry... I guess it's not a good idea to talk to a guy about dicks and teeth at the same time. I'm probably making you uncomfortable. What about something a little more normal like... what kind of music do you like?"

"Not uncomfortable just... I don't mind talk about dicks and teeth but my junk apparently doesn't like talk about both at the same time. I'd like not to think about just how dangerous a blow job is if I can help it." he chuckled, shaking his head a little. "As for music I like everything. Just about anything you could think of. Except country. Every song is practically the same. 'I lost my woman, I want a beer'. Stupid."

"Don't let it ruin your future experiences," Wednesday told him, still grinning. "I'm sure once it happens for you, any thoughts at all will be gone." Guys turned into complete, mindless goons most of the time. "I don't like country either. Though I don't think I have a set preference for music. Really bad emo pop is awesome. Something about those whiny boys really does it for me." She sighed and stretched her legs out, scuffing her boot along the floor mat. "What do you usually do when you ditch school? Do you just go home?"

"Thoughts do tend to disappear when there's dicksucking involved." he agreed. "Yeah. I live by myself so it's not like there are parents around and shit. If I leave I go home and sleep half the time. Nothing better than curling up in bed when school sucks or something."

"Huh." Wednesday preferred to go to other things when she found the itch to skip school. Why waste the day in bed unless you were there with someone else? "So what don't you like? Besides country music and school? And er, conversations surrounding blow jobs and teeth?"

"Bitchy women, conversations about fluff and cute and shit, kittens, cleaning up after a party, listening to my parents argue in different languages, cooking, break-ups. Never realized how much shit I don't like til I started really thinking about it and listing them."

"And I bet that list would probably get longer if you thought about it some more," Wednesday pointed out. She fell silent, smoking her cigarette for a moment as she thought about what he had said. "So.. does that mean you don't mind your parents arguing in the same language? You said you lived alone... where are you parents?"

"I don't particularly care for them arguing at all, but it's annoying when they argue in different languages because they can't understand each other and I'm the mediator because I understand them both. It's stupid. And they live in town, down the street from me actually."

Okay, well that was interesting. Wednesday studied him in slight confusion. "I've never met a couple that uses their son to translate their arguments. That must suck. I would probably end up making up my own translations just to piss them off more or something." Sad, but true. "How did you manage to live on your own? Or was it just something where you turned eighteen and moved out?" He looked like he could be eighteen... since he was still in high school, she doubted he was any older than that, unless he was really stupid and had been held back.

"Turned eighteen and left." he told her. "Do some working with my dad. He's like all business and does shit out of town a lot so I'll fly with him and handle paperwork for business and shit." He didn't delve into what kind of business. And paperwork? Yeah right, but at least it sounded believable. "What about you?" he questioned. "What do your parents do?"

"Sounds boring," Wednesday remarked. Flying around to do paperwork for your dad? Blech. But it was cool that he got to live on his own. Not that many kids in high school got to experience that kind of freedom. She was jealous of it, which made her a bit pouty. Briefly. "Mine? My dad's an accountant and my mom's a professional nutso. She was like, this D-List actress in Hollywood before she met my dad. Screwed a lot of people, got really bad horror movies in return? My dad was her accountant at the time, and I think once the well dried up, she settled. Somehow they manage to make it work. I really thought for a long time that I was adopted? I was wishing for it, but... eh." Of course, her mom had never been an actress, and they had met in Montana during high school, but that was too boring.

He raised a brow. Well, that was interesting. He'd never heard a parents meeting story like that. "Well, cool. Or something. My parents are weird but I guess everyone thinks that about their parents." he shrugged. "Mom's Russian and dad met her when he was there. He's French. They're quite the pair, that's for sure."

Wednesday glanced at him. "And you're a bit of both. Plus, translator." Her parents rarely argued. Her dad was too mild mannered for things like that. They bickered every now and then, but Wednesday couldn't remember the last time she heard them straight out fight. "Does that mean you speak both languages fluently?"

"Yup." he nodded. "Sometimes it's the shit and sometimes it's just shitty. Like those arguing times. Though not so much anymore now that I don't live with them." he explained. "Guess it's kinda cool to be able to talk and no one have any clue what you're saying."

"Unless they're fluent in that language too, and you don't know it," Wednesday pointed out. "Sorry about your parents though. I wonder if it's best to have parents who care enough to fight, or parents who just ignore all the bullshit and pretend it doesn't exist? Don't know if there's anyone who has parents that find a good balance between the two." Wednesday frowned, wondering why it took her nearly burning down her school for her parents to show any emotion toward her. Granted, it was appalled embarrasment, but at least it was something. "Anyway," she continued, shaking it off. "Thanks for ditching with me this afternoon."

He caught the frown and wondered what it was about. He assessed her gratitude first. "No problem." he told her. "Which are yours?" he asked after a second. "Parents that care enough to fight or parents that ignore bullshit?" He was leaning towards parents that ignored because of that frown.

"Hmm? Oh, I don't know. I don't pay enough attention to them to really notice. I try to avoid being home as much as possible. I think sometimes they restrain from fighting around me or something." Wednesday shrugged, projecting as much dismissive nonchalance about the situation as she could. "Which probably means they care? I don't really think about it that often."

"Do you get along with them?" he asked her. "Like is it just the 'my parents suck because I'm a teenager and parents do suck' thing, o rmore to it than that? Are they just annoying?"

"They have their moments," Wednesday said, sort of side stepping actually answering his question. She didn't really know how to answer in a comfortable way. She didn't really like talking about that sort of thing to anyone. "You must not have gotten along with yours," she continued, shifting back to him. "If you've moved out that quickly into your own place, while you were still in high school."

He shook his head. "No I get along with them just fine. I just wanted my own space. I mean I only moved down the street, there still there, I just get to do whatever I want now and I don't have to be around them if I don't want to be. Gives me more freedom and I guess that's what I wanted the most."

"How do you pay for your own place?" Wednesday asked. "Do they help you out? Or do you front all the bills yourself?" Wednesday didn't have the money to do that, and she doubted she could put up with a job long enough to get the money to do it.

"Well I work with my dad so I guess a little of both. Technically my money comes from him, but I work for it. So I guess I front the bills myself." he shrugged.

"Sounds so adult," Wednesday said with a grin. "At least you're learning some responsibility. Or something." She flicked her cigarette out the window before pushing a hand through her hair. "Do you have a girlfriend?" It wasn't that she wanted to know for herself, but she was curious anyway. She was sure any girl would be excited that her boyfriend had his own place.

Kavin nodded. He had no reason to lie to the girl. "Yeah. Her name's Jeri." he smiled. "What about you? Before you moved I mean, did you have a boyfriend back home?" he questioned.

"Me? No." She grinned and began to play with her lighter again. "I've had boyfriends, but didn't have one when we moved. "I don't think I'm a one man woman." She winked and reached for her cigarettes again. "Are you all about monogamy, then? It always baffles me that so many people waste high school with the same person. No offense to you and Jeri."

He blinked a little. Technically he wasn't about monogamy. Not when there was Nate and Jeri, of course only Nate knew about the other, but he couldn't exactly admit that to the girl. "I dunno." he shrugged. "We haven't been dating that long. I tend to stick to one at a time though. I'd get too confused with more than one. Girls would be crying for me calling them someone else's name."

"You would get confused with which girl you've got in bed?" Wednesday chuckled. "That's interesting. But I'm sure your girlfriend appreciates that you stick to only one. Hope it works out for you two. Are you hungry?" she asked, because she was. She didn't know if it was because she skipped lunch, or because she smoked a joint. Maybe a bit of both.

"Well maybe not who I got in bed but if I'm on a date with one chick and thinking about another and say that other girls name, all hell would break loose. But yeah, I am kinda hungry. Wanna pick up a burger or something?" he suggested. He'd skipped lunch too and his stomach was kicking him for it now.

"Then you should date girls who don't mind sharing. Easier said than done, I know, since most don't." She lit another cigarette and nodded. "A burger sounds really good, actually. Better than anything I might have bought in the cafeteria. You don't mind dropping me off at home after we eat, do you?" She didn't mind walking if she needed to, but she really rather preferred to avoid as many ghosts as possible.

He smiled and shook his head. "Nah, I don't mind." he told her. "We'll grab something to eat and I'll drop you off at your place." he assured her. "The least I can do for making me realize being at school when most people weren't was stupid."

"Man, then it's a good thing you came across me when you did. You got a nice life lesson and pot." She grinned and settled back in the seat again. "Maybe I'll catch you around school too... when people start actually going again and everything. Given that we're right about there not being any impending doom."

He nodded. "Definitely. And as for the pot, I'll pay you back for that one. Promise." he told her, shooting her a grin. "Can't just smoke up your stash and not repay it."

"Thanks." Wednesday chuckled and slipped her cigarette between her lips. "Anytime, friend. Always nice to have someone to enjoy it with, you know?" She had gotten lucky, meeting someone halfway decent in her school who didn't mind ditching or smoking in public. She could only hope there were more there like him, but she doubted it.