INNOCENCE - CHAPTER ONE
Title: Innocence
Wordcount: 869
Pairing: Mini/Alo (Haters stay pressed)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Warning: This is unbeta'd. There might be some mistakes!
She starts having feelings for him two weeks after the would-have-been wedding. It’s summer and Grace invites them all to a pool party. The sun burns against the concrete, making it unbearable to step on it with their bare feet. The pool water shines and blinds everyone with every delicate breeze that ripples its surface. It’s suffocatingly hot and everything is almost too much, except they’re young, they’re drunk and they don’t give a fuck.
Alo and Mini, they’re lounging in a double inflatable mattress together, while Rich and Grace kiss by the steps of the pool. She can hear Liv laughing, away from the water, with Nick who’s starting a barbecue. If anything, this is probably part of one of these moments she’ll never want to forget.
Many things had happened during the past two weeks. Rich and Grace did not get married, yet they seem closer than they had been before. It makes her jealous to see those two together and how happy they are. They had found love, and even if Mini’s opinion of Rich would often resume to “He can be such a prick…”, she had to realize that they were, in some weird way, perfect for each other.
Nick and Liv had somehow decided to work things out between each other. They both gave their friendship a second try, and though Mini had been a bit reluctant at first, she had realized that Nick wasn’t hers anymore and that, really, he and Liv made much more sense to her and everyone else than she and Nick ever did.
Mini had visited Alo on many occasions in order to try and change her mind that had been full of Franky and her new twisted and sadistic relationship with Matty. The blonde and the ginger had spent most of the last two weeks’ evenings hanging out in his barn laughing and sharing spliffs Mini insisted on rolling. They had been terrible at first, but Alo had decided to teach her how to do it until she would have succeeded. It had taken her a couple of tries, but with Alo’s kind help, she was now able to roll decently.
She turns her face to look at the boy sleeping next to her, an unlit joint hanging from his lips. She smiles at her ginger friend, and takes a second to really look at him. She takes time to notice how delicate and pale his eyelashes are, and how his orange hair looks like fire in the sunlight.
She removes her sunglasses from her face and places them over his.
“Ah, Minerva. I bet I look absolutely dashing wearing those beautiful sunglasses of yours.” He says, and she jumps a little, for she thought he was asleep.
He turns to look at her, raising himself up slightly by resting his weight on his elbows. “Really. How do I look?” He asks, and he twists his lips in some kind of fashionable pout.
She chuckles, and pretends to be eyeing him subjectively. “I would say you look pretty fucking good, farm boy.”
He laughs, before collapsing on the mattress once more. “This is the life, isn’t it, Minerva?” He says, turning to look at her for a moment. “Two friends, lounging in the sun, with nothing better to do.” He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. “Yeah… I could get used to this.”
Mini closes her eyes as well. His presence is almost radiating. She wonders if she could ever get used to this. His closeness. His kindness. Him.
She figures she might.
***
“So you got the van fixed, then?” Mini asks, as they smoke cigarettes together that same night. Grace had been extremely clear on the point that no smoke was allowed in the house. So here they are, outside, feet dangling in the pool. He’s not looking at her directly, because the temptation to flirt or make a move might be too big.
“Yeah,” he nods, taking at long drag from his cigarette. “She’s alive and well, now!” He turns to look at her, and just like always, he’s amazed.
Everything about her makes him breathless.
He’s amazed at how her beautiful face shines in the moonlight and how her eyes light up when she speaks to him.
He smiles. “We could go on road trips and stuff…” He starts, then decides to drop the subject. He doesn’t want to push her to do something she might not want to do. “I mean - ”
She interrupts him before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence. “I’d love to.” And her eyes are smiling again and if she keeps on doing that, Alo will just have to kiss her right there.
She stands up and brushes the dust from her shorts without saying a word. She’s walking back towards the house, leaving Alo by the pool before coming to a halt.
“You know what Farm boy?” she asks, turning to face him.
He twists his head and he exhales a cloud of smoke. “What is it, Minerva?”
“I fucking hate smoking cigarettes.”
She’s long gone when he’s finished his cigarette, but Alo’s got the biggest grin stretched across his face as he gets up and reenters the house.
Wordcount: 869
Pairing: Mini/Alo (Haters stay pressed)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Warning: This is unbeta'd. There might be some mistakes!
She starts having feelings for him two weeks after the would-have-been wedding. It’s summer and Grace invites them all to a pool party. The sun burns against the concrete, making it unbearable to step on it with their bare feet. The pool water shines and blinds everyone with every delicate breeze that ripples its surface. It’s suffocatingly hot and everything is almost too much, except they’re young, they’re drunk and they don’t give a fuck.
Alo and Mini, they’re lounging in a double inflatable mattress together, while Rich and Grace kiss by the steps of the pool. She can hear Liv laughing, away from the water, with Nick who’s starting a barbecue. If anything, this is probably part of one of these moments she’ll never want to forget.
Many things had happened during the past two weeks. Rich and Grace did not get married, yet they seem closer than they had been before. It makes her jealous to see those two together and how happy they are. They had found love, and even if Mini’s opinion of Rich would often resume to “He can be such a prick…”, she had to realize that they were, in some weird way, perfect for each other.
Nick and Liv had somehow decided to work things out between each other. They both gave their friendship a second try, and though Mini had been a bit reluctant at first, she had realized that Nick wasn’t hers anymore and that, really, he and Liv made much more sense to her and everyone else than she and Nick ever did.
Mini had visited Alo on many occasions in order to try and change her mind that had been full of Franky and her new twisted and sadistic relationship with Matty. The blonde and the ginger had spent most of the last two weeks’ evenings hanging out in his barn laughing and sharing spliffs Mini insisted on rolling. They had been terrible at first, but Alo had decided to teach her how to do it until she would have succeeded. It had taken her a couple of tries, but with Alo’s kind help, she was now able to roll decently.
She turns her face to look at the boy sleeping next to her, an unlit joint hanging from his lips. She smiles at her ginger friend, and takes a second to really look at him. She takes time to notice how delicate and pale his eyelashes are, and how his orange hair looks like fire in the sunlight.
She removes her sunglasses from her face and places them over his.
“Ah, Minerva. I bet I look absolutely dashing wearing those beautiful sunglasses of yours.” He says, and she jumps a little, for she thought he was asleep.
He turns to look at her, raising himself up slightly by resting his weight on his elbows. “Really. How do I look?” He asks, and he twists his lips in some kind of fashionable pout.
She chuckles, and pretends to be eyeing him subjectively. “I would say you look pretty fucking good, farm boy.”
He laughs, before collapsing on the mattress once more. “This is the life, isn’t it, Minerva?” He says, turning to look at her for a moment. “Two friends, lounging in the sun, with nothing better to do.” He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. “Yeah… I could get used to this.”
Mini closes her eyes as well. His presence is almost radiating. She wonders if she could ever get used to this. His closeness. His kindness. Him.
She figures she might.
***
“So you got the van fixed, then?” Mini asks, as they smoke cigarettes together that same night. Grace had been extremely clear on the point that no smoke was allowed in the house. So here they are, outside, feet dangling in the pool. He’s not looking at her directly, because the temptation to flirt or make a move might be too big.
“Yeah,” he nods, taking at long drag from his cigarette. “She’s alive and well, now!” He turns to look at her, and just like always, he’s amazed.
Everything about her makes him breathless.
He’s amazed at how her beautiful face shines in the moonlight and how her eyes light up when she speaks to him.
He smiles. “We could go on road trips and stuff…” He starts, then decides to drop the subject. He doesn’t want to push her to do something she might not want to do. “I mean - ”
She interrupts him before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence. “I’d love to.” And her eyes are smiling again and if she keeps on doing that, Alo will just have to kiss her right there.
She stands up and brushes the dust from her shorts without saying a word. She’s walking back towards the house, leaving Alo by the pool before coming to a halt.
“You know what Farm boy?” she asks, turning to face him.
He twists his head and he exhales a cloud of smoke. “What is it, Minerva?”
“I fucking hate smoking cigarettes.”
She’s long gone when he’s finished his cigarette, but Alo’s got the biggest grin stretched across his face as he gets up and reenters the house.