Poor substitute

Who: Aaron and Skye
Where: cafeteria at MSHS
When: lunch

Skye lazily wandered to the cafeteria at lunch - with her lunch, of course - and meandered to her table in an unhurried, almost lazy way. She waved to a couple of people that she'd chatted with during classes or in the halls or at the parties or whatever, since they'd seemed friendly enough at the time. It wasn't like she needed the whole time to eat her lunch, anyway, and she didn't tend to talk a lot at the lunch table because everyone else dominated whatever conversation was happening. So she had time to observe everyone around her. Skye did, however, unwrap an orange flavored sucker and pop it in her mouth before she sat down.

A black to her white, Aaron's entrance was hurried and very much not relaxed. He sat down across from her and dumped his bag in the empty seat next to him, looking sullen and grumpy, which he was. Chrissy had other plans for lunch. Other Plans. She'd been doing that a lot since he got home (if you could really count the activity of three days as a lot) and he was getting really frustrated. So, she had a boyfriend now and a whole life that hadn't included him while he was away, it still enfuriated him when she ditched him like that.

He had briefly met Skye the day before and the girl hadn't made much of an impression. She was small and quiet and kind of mousy really, but there was, he supposed, potential. Either way, Chrissy liked her so he'd been nice. Or as nice as Aaron could be to people he didn't give a shit about anyway. Currently she was the only one he recognized at the table too so he guess she'd do. "Hey," he said, sounding bored and a little upset, and of course she was supposed to ask if he was okay.

While Skye did raise an eyebrow, she didn't immediately ask him what was wrong. She settled herself first, and then pushed a cherry sucker across the table to Aaron. "You look miserable. What's wrong?" Well, that wasn't quite true. He looked only kind of upset, but Skye was still having trouble with that mouth to brain hookup thing people were supposed to have, and well, it was sort of true. Just an exaggeration. And so she set herself to unpacking her lunch, which wasn't really much - just a sandwich, apple, that sort of thing.

Miserable was what Aaron would say he was feeling so he didn't think it was an exaggeration. "Just Chrissy abandoning us," he sighed dramatically and picked up the sucker. That small gesture did put a grin on his face though of course it was a wry one, he wasn't about to drop the act of misery just for a lollipop. "You'd think spending lunch with your best friend came first but apparently she has other pressing matters or whatever the fuck." He rolled his eyes and then went about getting his own food, the usual salad stuff he made sure to prepare the night before, every night.

"Pure curiosity on my part, but why didn't you go with her to attend whatever fascinating activities she's doing this lovely lunch hour?" Skye crunched down on her own sucker so that she'd have the opportunity to actually eat the aforementioned sandwich without the sucker in the way. "I mean, it's not as if you have to sit here if you don't want to be here."

"Yeah, see I wouldn't be moping around if she'd actually wanted me along," Aaron said, rolling his eyes at her now. Duh. "So no, I'll just sit here and eat my fucking salad alone while she goes to have fun with someone else." Bitch. He stabbed his salad a few times with the fork before actually doing it to eat. Things had just been different with him and Chrissy since he got home. There'd been fun and all but there'd been more arguments than usually and she had a boyfriend now. Some band guy who totally did not look like someone Chrissy should be dating - in Aaron's opinion. Mostly he just felt lost in the grand schemes of NMHS lately and he did not enjoy that feeling one bit.

Skye grinned. "Good to know where I stand - you know that salad isn't likely to run away, right? Stabbing it to death isn't going to help. Have you tried, I dunno, actually talking to her? From what I've seen, this group of people here likes to go for the dramatic, but maybe it'd actually help." Nibbling on a corner of the sandwich, Skye lounged backwards in her hair. "It can't hurt any, anyway."

"Uh hello! Best friends, yeah we talk," Aaron exclaimed. "Jesus. Enough with the Dr. Phil imitation, your stache isn't big enough." He chowed down some more salad, annoyance levels rising again. Everyone was just so retarded, it was no better in Marquette than it was Thompsonville.

Skye's own annoyance level rose up sharply and hit boiling point. She'd been trying to help. "Yeah. I sure can tell you're best friends." She smirked. Then blinked. Well. That was, while not completely undeserved on his part, almost completely unlike her to begin with. Maybe Chrissy was rubbing off on her. Or maybe Skye was discovering she had a temper after all. Food for thought. Do I apologize? Would he take that as a sign of weakness? Probably. But that was totally rude. "... that wasn't called for. Sorry."

Being Chrissy Chapman's best friend, Aaron didn't really register that as much of an insult so her sudden apology made him quirk his brow and he went over what she'd said again and oh... Bitch! "Yeah, whatever," he muttered, as if some tiny little mouse could affect him. Not that she didn't have potential, she wasn't ugly or fat or anything. He studied her for a moment and pondered it. A little hair-dye, some better clothes and proper make-up. He could work with that.

Well, that was that, apparently. Skye finished her sandwich and started on her apple. "So where did you move from again? I can't remember if anyone told me or not."

"Thompsonville," Aaron replied. "I lived here though, I mean. I'm from here, born and raised but then my stupid parents decided to divorce. I mean, they could've waited until I was in college but nooo." He frowned at the thought. "So where are you from anyway? You weren't here when I lived here last."

"Nah, I only moved here about three weeks ago." Skye shrugged. "Alberta, Canada. Really isolated; a place no one's ever heard of before. I think I drove Chrissy a little nuts in the beginning because I kept telling her I was going to wear my stetson and steel-toed boots to school."

Aaron visibly cringed at that statement. Both items could look good, it really depended on the designer and the outfit they were worn to (not to mention who was doing the wearing). But the way she said it, he was imagining the worst. Plus, stetsons in Marquette? Tacky! "Thank God she apparently knocked some sense into you," he said, eyeing Skye like she might sprout horns. Or a stetson.

Skye laughed. "Another person to tease about wearing them! Hurray! I think Chrissy was starting to learn I wouldn't actually do it. Unless you have some cattle I'm supposed to round up or something, in which case all bets are off."

"I guess you could wear'em when we round up the idiots at school for something," Aaron said with a small smirk. "They're all cattle. So, you're all cow-girl huh? Going around herding and lassooing cattle. Or is it moose?"

"Cattle, actually. More specifically, dairy cattle. You know those black and white cows out in fields and in picture books and stuff? That was the breed we had." Skye nodded, finishing off her apple and wrapping it up with the plastic baggie her sandwich came in. "Best of the milking cattle."

"You must be so proud," Aaron muttered humorlessly. "So why are you here anyway? Get allergic to dairy or something?" He continued with his salad, eating it slowly as was the healthiest way to eat.

"Actually, it's because my cousin went to university across this fine ol' country of yours and I moved in with my aunt." Skye laid on the redneck accent pretty thinkly. "And don't knock the family business." She added with a grin and wink. "That cattle's prime market value."

Aaron clapped his hands all sarcastic whee joy like before settling back on his food. "So you're living with your aunt now. What's she like? Old and strict and horrible? Young and hip and easy going?"

"She's hardly ever there, really, but she lets me borrow the car. Y'know, as long as the house is clean and the homework gets done, she lets me do pretty much whatever I want." Skye shrugged. "She's nice. We were thinking of going to a round dance next month together."

"You dance?" Aaron asked instantly since that's the only thing that really caught his attention. Well, that and car but dance won out this time. "Are you on the dance team?" She might suck but at least they'd have something in common interest wise.

"Um." Skye blinked rapidly. Wow. Tangent. "I dance, but I'm not on the team. I like it. It's fun." Cattle to aunt to dancing. Skye wasn't sure how to deal with fractured thinking like that.

"Okay so do you dance or you flail around like an idiot to have fun?" Aaron asked. "There's like, a difference of epic proportions here. Are you like, able to join the dance team or would they laugh you off the stage?"

"How should I know? I haven't tried out for it." Nor did she really want too. If she was going to dance around, it was going to be for fun, not because she was on a dancing team. Whatever the heck that was. "Probably the second, because I do it for fun."

"Oh well, at least you know better than to go perform then," Aaron replied. "Unless you're just being coy or something. Can you do basic choreography? Know any basic steps? Some of the best dancers do it for fun, you know."

"I can do some really basic native American dances - my dad taught me. That sort of thing. Other then that..." Skye shrugged, and started going through her backpack in search of her water bottle, which she found quickly enough, and unscrewed the cap from it. "Never really tried."

"Oh," Aaron sighed, obviously disappointed. "Well you should try it, just check out some music videos and see how you do. I learned how to dance like that and I'm pretty fucking good so... I totally vouch for it." He shrugged and wondered if she was any good. Native American dancing wasn't something he was familiar with so all he could picture was a bunch of guys doing that weird hobbling around a fire.

"Eh, maybe. I'll do it if I remember, anyway." Skye took a sip of water, and then checked her watch. It was an idea at least. "Maybe I should just get you to teach me or something."

"You can try," Aaron snorted but if she was any good he might have fun with it. "Yeah let's set something up sometime, see if you have any moves on you."