They meet here, and only here. Never seeing each other after night after night of trysts in this falling-apart motel. She's always gone when he wakes up, the clothes he'd pulled off her the night before gone. He pushes his hair away from his face when he wakes up, and does what he always does, going around the disgusting room, and looking for anything she might have left. Then he leaves. Simple as that. They do this almost every night. It's not like his roommate cares anyway. Neither of them stay at the apartment, but Steven Stills doesn't need to know that. If Steven Stills knew, he would tell Kim, who would tell Ramona, who might tell Scott, and he's pretty sure that Scott would kill him if he found out Neil was spending his nights with Scott's sister. And Neil generally likes his life as it is right now. He goes by the Second Cup just to see her, her hair pulled up in a contrast to the way it was the night before, loose and long, her back toward the coffee maker. He taps his fingertips on the counter, and she whips around. When she sees him, her mouth twitches, like she wants to smile, but knows she can't. She turns back to the machine, and after a few seconds, she turns around with the black coffee he always gets. He slides the money over the counter, a note tucked between the two bills. Then he picks up the coffee and leaves, looking over his shoulder to see what she does with the note. She places it in her pocket, and smiles at him. He pushes out of the door onto the street, and falls in step with the rest of the people going from one place to another. But he smiles, because he knows tonight is going to be good.
I don't know if I'll continue, but I probably will because I really like this. Thanks to anyone who reads this, and I do not own Scott Pilgrim. so yeah.