A/N: Wrote this on a whim so don't mind the cringiness. I should mention that this is based on what I think the characters are like.

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Sadie couldn't tell if Lars was ignoring her or if he was just being his usual self. Maybe it was both, maybe it was neither, all in all, something was off. She cleared her throat to break the silence that had long settled over them, and he looked up from his phone expectantly, when she said nothing he frowned slightly and returned to whatever he had been doing before. She slapped herself inwardly. Why, why, why, she scolded herself, she didn't understand why, but whenever it came to Lars she was never able to get the words in her head out right. She liked him, she admitted that to herself a while ago and she wasn't ashamed of it, not at all, what she didn't understand though was why. Why did she like him so much when it was evident that he didn't share her feelings, she thought herself stupid for not understanding such a thing but she'd given up on trying to understand things a while ago.

Sadie looked at the clock, six minutes to closing time, she looked over at Lars and just as she'd expected, he was putting on his coat ready to leave before she did, meaning that she'd have to close up alone. She didn't mind though, at least that's what she told herself, she'd settled into this daily routine and didn't see it changing anytime soon. Lars muttered a half-hearted goodbye to Sadie before heading towards the door, and Sadie was steadying herself for the wave of disappointment that was going to flush over her the moment he left when suddenly he stopped and without looking back he asked: "Are you coming over tonight?"

Sadie was slightly taken aback by his question, and Lars realising what she thought he meant turned around with a sigh. "Not that Sadie, the party, are you coming?"

Sadie blushed slightly, embarrassed. "O-oh that, I-I'm not sure yet."

Lars nodded at her and bit his lip as if not completely satisfied by her answer, "Cool." He gave one last nod before turning around and walking out of the store. Sadie breathed a sigh of relief, good thing "wasn't sure" for her always meant no.

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Lars stood in the kitchen, solo cup in hand, bored out of his mind. He thought that coming to a party might be able to help him shake the feeling that had been settling over him the past few days, apparently, he was wrong, or maybe it was because he wasn't drunk enough yet, yes that was it, he wasn't properly intoxicated. He walked over to the kitchen island and frowned when a trio of already drunk girls stumbled across the room over to the island giggling, and quite unbelievably took the last two beer bottles. He sighed and slumped against the counter, great just great, now he was to remain sober at an under-aged drinking party, fan-fucking-tastic. Technically, he could still get drunk, but the owner of the party had pretty shit taste in alcohol and he didn't feel like downing any of it just to make himself feel better. His mind suddenly slipped to Sadie, he wondered what she was doing, probably watching a re-run of some cartoon or something, he chuckled softly at the thought, she prided herself in binge-watching cartoon re-runs and he understood why. He'd fallen victim to the addiction when he'd gone over to her house about a year ago.

"Why the hell do you even watch this stuff? It's crap."

"Shut up and just watch Lars." She hissed at him elbowing him in the side, he groaned in mockery.

"Noooo, I don't wanna."

"Well you're gonna have to, so shut up already."

He pouted at her and she giggled before throwing popcorn in his face.

"You're evil." He sighed, she laughed and picked some popcorn off his shirt.

"I know."

Three hours later, Sadie was sleeping peacefully on one side of the couch meanwhile Lars' eyes were glued to the screen, he had to admit, maybe the shows weren't so bad...

Lars was snapped out of his trance by Sour Cream clearing his throat beside him. "Hey," said Sour Cream. "What's got you so down?"

"Nothing," Lars replied bluntly, "how's it going?"

"Awesome, you?" Sour Cream swayed slightly to the music playing.

"Good, good." Lars didn't feel much like talking and besides, he knew Sour Cream was going to go off into one of his raves anytime soon, he was drunk, drunk Sour Cream was a ready to rave guy. He never really enjoyed that about him until just this moment when he really wanted to be left alone. He silently waited for him to leave.

"Where's your friend?"

"What friend?" Lars clenched his fist behind the counter.

"You know, little, blond, cute. I thought she'd be here."

He turned to glare at Sour Cream but he was no longer there, just as he'd hoped, though a little too late now, Sour Cream was raving in the middle of a crowd. He thought she'd be there too. He shook his head and sighed, he had other things to worry about, like his fast-growing boredom, he moved from the kitchen to the living room. He surveyed the setting and decided it'd be best to stay there, not too many people and not too little, he didn't know anyone which meant no one could ask him questions about Sadie. He caught a girl on the other side of the room looking over at him, she smiled when he caught her eye. A distraction, great, she began walking over to him, very great indeed.

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Sadie sighed and with a yawn, she switched off the TV. She wasn't in the mood for cartoon re-runs, she was rarely ever in the mood for anything. She sat up and scratched her palm, glancing ever so slightly at the pink scars that ran across her wrists, she pulled the sleeves of her jumper down to cover them, she needn't a reminder of the not so happy part of her life. She picked up her phone wondering if she should text Lars, before abruptly stopping herself from thinking any further, she couldn't text him it'd be awkward like things always were. She missed him to no extent, but ever since that night, she realised that things would never be how they used to be, that things were no longer simple.