LOG; seen with me; AUTUMN + FISHEL
NOWISH WORKS.
Fishel is a tard and Autumn is a spoiled rich girl.
Mac had gone off to work and left Fishel to his own devices which was never a good idea since leaving Fishel to his own devices usually ended with him heading to the comic shop and blowing his money before settling down at the diner for some chocolate chip pancakes. He'd sat himself down at a table with the latest issue of Uncanny X-men and waited for his order to show up.
It's not like he had anything important to do today so why not waste it doing one of his favorite pasttimes?
She had planned to meet some of her friends at the diner a little while later, but when Autumn spotted Fishel through the window, she debated with herself using the excuse that she'd just gone earlier because she was bored. That was why she was here, after all, even if she still had some shopping to do. ... shoes.
She could live without another pair.
For now.
Pushing the door open, she plopped down opposite him, throwing her bags in beside her. "Hey."
Fishel jumped and dropped his comic, "Hey Autumn..." Be cool, Goldstein. Be cool. It's only Autumn, the girl you've had a crush on since fifth grade. Don't screw it up. Yeah, like he couldn't not screw it up. "You uhh... Shopping?"
Real smooth, he knew. Fishel Goldstein was a regular casanova.
She glanced at her bags, and then at him, and tried not to point out the obvious. Or make fun of him. Even if it would be very easy. But Nevada certainly wouldn't do either of those things, so she wasn't going to either.
"Yes~ You too, I see." If comics could be counted as 'shopping'. She wanted to make a face.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Yeah... Uhh... Not that comics really count as shopping. Lame as they are..." Yeah, just go ahead and admit your lame. I'm sure she'll be all over you now.
He was trying to act cool and casual, pretending like he played water polo or lacrosse or whatever the douchebags at school were into at the moment. "So... It seems stupid to say something like 'You come here often?' since I already know that answer. Are you meeting Lauren here...?"
"Eventually." Pause. "I mean, she's coming here soon. I was just early." Right, that sounded more like the truth than her just deciding to enter after seeing him.
"You meeting anyone?" Like that blonde.
Don't tell her you're hanging around here without anyone else. Don't be a loser. "Me? Nah. It's just me and the chocolate chip pancakes."
... Epic fail.
Autumn tried to hide her smile. So Imler wasn't going to show up suddenly. Good.
She relaxed, and crossed her legs, leaning on the table. "This what you're going to do all summer?"
"Not all summer. My house has an infinity pool so I'll spent most of my time there." ...because that didn't sound less cool. Hanging out at your parents' house all summer. "I mean, I might grace a couple parties with my presence but ehh... Most of the parties here are the same at a different house."
"... yeah, they kind of are," she had to agree, although she had failed to really see him at any parties. Autumn looked at him a little doubtfully. "Who doesn't have a pool these days though. I mean. It's California."
"Poor people." Not that Fishel was one to talk about being poor, his grandfather owned half of Granada Hills. "But uhh... -- Hey, is Lauren coming soon or are you just really early? Because don't you think it might... Look a little weird if anyone saw you talking to me?"
... right. So. It probably would. Autumn leaned away from him and back in her seat instead. "Probably. She'll be here soon."
He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "I uhh... Should get going or something. Wouldn't want the infinity pool to start wondering where I am." And I don't really feel like looking more like an idiot.
If almost by magic, a waitress dropped by the table to drop off his order, already bagged up for him. "Hey... Would you look at that, my food's here."
Idiot.
Fine. Fine. He probably had comics to read by the pool anyway, and pancakes to eat and... whatever.
She crossed her arms over her chest, before getting to her feet suddenly and waving at someone who had just come in. Not Lauren, but someone from school anyway, it'd do. She wasn't going to have him leave her at the diner.
"Right. Have a nice summer, Goldstein."
...right. Ditched. Awesome.
"Heeeeey," he said to himself quietly, "I think that's exactly what you wrote in my yearbook. Awesome. Way to go, I'm an idiot." He grabbed his pancakes and comics and left, the last thing he needed was to run into anyone else from school. It probably wouldn't end up nearly as civil.
But she'd approached him, hadn't she? She'd sat down and talked to him. Slowly but surely Autumn Washland would be his. Or at least, he could pretend that was how things were going.
Fishel is a tard and Autumn is a spoiled rich girl.
Mac had gone off to work and left Fishel to his own devices which was never a good idea since leaving Fishel to his own devices usually ended with him heading to the comic shop and blowing his money before settling down at the diner for some chocolate chip pancakes. He'd sat himself down at a table with the latest issue of Uncanny X-men and waited for his order to show up.
It's not like he had anything important to do today so why not waste it doing one of his favorite pasttimes?
She had planned to meet some of her friends at the diner a little while later, but when Autumn spotted Fishel through the window, she debated with herself using the excuse that she'd just gone earlier because she was bored. That was why she was here, after all, even if she still had some shopping to do. ... shoes.
She could live without another pair.
For now.
Pushing the door open, she plopped down opposite him, throwing her bags in beside her. "Hey."
Fishel jumped and dropped his comic, "Hey Autumn..." Be cool, Goldstein. Be cool. It's only Autumn, the girl you've had a crush on since fifth grade. Don't screw it up. Yeah, like he couldn't not screw it up. "You uhh... Shopping?"
Real smooth, he knew. Fishel Goldstein was a regular casanova.
She glanced at her bags, and then at him, and tried not to point out the obvious. Or make fun of him. Even if it would be very easy. But Nevada certainly wouldn't do either of those things, so she wasn't going to either.
"Yes~ You too, I see." If comics could be counted as 'shopping'. She wanted to make a face.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Yeah... Uhh... Not that comics really count as shopping. Lame as they are..." Yeah, just go ahead and admit your lame. I'm sure she'll be all over you now.
He was trying to act cool and casual, pretending like he played water polo or lacrosse or whatever the douchebags at school were into at the moment. "So... It seems stupid to say something like 'You come here often?' since I already know that answer. Are you meeting Lauren here...?"
"Eventually." Pause. "I mean, she's coming here soon. I was just early." Right, that sounded more like the truth than her just deciding to enter after seeing him.
"You meeting anyone?" Like that blonde.
Don't tell her you're hanging around here without anyone else. Don't be a loser. "Me? Nah. It's just me and the chocolate chip pancakes."
... Epic fail.
Autumn tried to hide her smile. So Imler wasn't going to show up suddenly. Good.
She relaxed, and crossed her legs, leaning on the table. "This what you're going to do all summer?"
"Not all summer. My house has an infinity pool so I'll spent most of my time there." ...because that didn't sound less cool. Hanging out at your parents' house all summer. "I mean, I might grace a couple parties with my presence but ehh... Most of the parties here are the same at a different house."
"... yeah, they kind of are," she had to agree, although she had failed to really see him at any parties. Autumn looked at him a little doubtfully. "Who doesn't have a pool these days though. I mean. It's California."
"Poor people." Not that Fishel was one to talk about being poor, his grandfather owned half of Granada Hills. "But uhh... -- Hey, is Lauren coming soon or are you just really early? Because don't you think it might... Look a little weird if anyone saw you talking to me?"
... right. So. It probably would. Autumn leaned away from him and back in her seat instead. "Probably. She'll be here soon."
He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "I uhh... Should get going or something. Wouldn't want the infinity pool to start wondering where I am." And I don't really feel like looking more like an idiot.
If almost by magic, a waitress dropped by the table to drop off his order, already bagged up for him. "Hey... Would you look at that, my food's here."
Idiot.
Fine. Fine. He probably had comics to read by the pool anyway, and pancakes to eat and... whatever.
She crossed her arms over her chest, before getting to her feet suddenly and waving at someone who had just come in. Not Lauren, but someone from school anyway, it'd do. She wasn't going to have him leave her at the diner.
"Right. Have a nice summer, Goldstein."
...right. Ditched. Awesome.
"Heeeeey," he said to himself quietly, "I think that's exactly what you wrote in my yearbook. Awesome. Way to go, I'm an idiot." He grabbed his pancakes and comics and left, the last thing he needed was to run into anyone else from school. It probably wouldn't end up nearly as civil.
But she'd approached him, hadn't she? She'd sat down and talked to him. Slowly but surely Autumn Washland would be his. Or at least, he could pretend that was how things were going.