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[little_moons]

Over a year. A whole fucking year, and sometimes I'm still struck with how fucking normal my life's turned out to be. Take away the island bullshit, the dinosaurs and the sex changes and the body switches and the fucking magical regenerating condoms, and what've you got left? He goddamn twenty year old house-husband, running around on the beach

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[movieofourlife]

No matter what else happens, Wendy's got to admit she loves the little bastard. Bastard in this case, being McCormick, and even though this place has done something to him, or to them, or whatever, she misses him from time to time. Or all the time, or whatever the fucking hell.

Which is why she flops down on the sand next to him, still a collection of too much leg and boney ass in shorts and a swimsuit which no one can see cause she's not the hooker in their relationship.

"Dog, McCormick, perfecting your beach bunny looks?"

[little_moons]

"Dunno. 's it workin'?" I ask in all seriousness, quick little smirk making itself known as I squint up at her.

Too much fucking time passes between times I see her, and if I was gonna be all honest and shit, I'd admit that part of me wants to build a fucking extra room on our place and move her right the fuck into it. Year to get used to her being gone or not, the distance... the sorta weird awkwardness, sucks way more than I wanna think about.

[movieofourlife]

With a roll, she leans up on her arm and surveys him, making a noise and tilting her head.

"Good, I guess, the ears need work though, not fucking floppy enough," she tells him, leaning back again, a matching smirk on her face. Time flies, but hell, it doesn't fly in the comfortable sort of way.

[little_moons]

"Ha fucking ha," I mutter, reaching up to give her earlobe a tug, just to be a jackass. I pinch the joint between my fingers and hold it out to her wordlessly, folding one arm behind me head and ignoring the dog that suddenly flops over against my side.

[movieofourlife]

"Ow," she says, just at the gesture, not because it actually hurts or anything. It'd take a lot more than just that to cause pain. "Getting a little floppy? Need some carrots?"

[little_moons]

"Stiff as a fucking board, thanks," I say, waving the joint in front of her face, "Fucking smoke this and quit talking about goddamn carrots."

[movieofourlife]

"Demanding little thing." Still she takes the joint, only rolling her eyes a bit, inhaling and closing her eyes for a moment. "You're lucky I'm so understanding."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, you're the fucking picture of support and understanding," I snort, but that's actually sorta true. Anything, anything at all, I always knew I could tell her, and it'd be okay.

[movieofourlife]

"Didn't you hear? Next week I get sainted," she smirks as she says, cause there's an irony in it for all of her understand, she's about as saintly as a fucking rock.

[little_moons]

"They giving those out now for putting up with my shit?" I ask, pretending to be all shocked. I reach up to snatch the joint out of her fingers, bringing it to my lips and drawing in deep, eyes squinted against smoke and too much fucking sunlight.

And yeah, maybe it's sorta an admission that I know shit's been hard for her lately, but mostly I'm just being a dick, 'cause at least that's easy.

[movieofourlife]

She feigns indignance at having it snatched away, but it's not worth, not for a second at all. Sometimes it really isn't.

"Yeah, they ran out of all the good stuff. All the cheap wine and shit." It'd take a special brand of torture for her to admit that things haven't been easy. That she's from one brand of nowhere to another, but fuck, confession's not her style.

[little_moons]

"Hey, so you're getting the hang of this fucking place after all," I mutter in this dry, amused but almost exasperated sorta voice, throat tight around another lungful of smoke as I pass the joint over again.

"I ask you if you're okay, how pissed off you gonna get?" The sun's hot, beating down bright and stinging my eyes, and I can hardly see her in the glare, but still, looking up at her, I keep getting struck by how weird it is just to have her here after so long of her not being around. Not that I'm actually gonna say anything 'bout that shit, but it's there...

[movieofourlife]

As if to protect herself from that conversation, and do something different or fucking better, she flops her arm over her eyes and shrugs, mumbling.

"Can't be that pissed, no energy." The sun has fucking taken it all away. The bastard. "All right, bored as shit, got a fucking James Dean that I'm not fucking so, can't be all fucking daisies."

[little_moons]

Rolling up onto my elbows, I look down at her with a snort of surprised laughter, "James Dean?" 'Round here, there's a good fucking chance she literally means James fucking Dean which is just weird as hell. My lips twist into an obnoxious smirk.

[movieofourlife]

"The one and only rebel with a fucking cause." She sighs, overdramatic, something Faye Dunaway with her ruby red lips would be proud of. God dammit. "And you know what? Fucker offered to carry me? Who the fuck does that?"

[little_moons]

What the fuck else can I do but burst out laughing? I do, nearly dropping the joint on the sand, and wheeze out, "Jesus, did you let him?"