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Dagger sighed as she was stuck in yet another traffic jam. Cars and people were everywhere as everyone made ready for the annual Lindblum Festival of the Hunt. The blistering heat makes everything so damn sticky, she thought as her mind became detached from reality. Her air conditioning had gone out in her car about a week before the big heat wave set in. Her long raven colored hair stuck to the back of her neck. She kept telling herself that she would get Zidane to fix it, but she didn't want to bother him. He was always so distracted. Like a zombie, she mused.
"Green means go, you moron!"
Dagger suddenly jolted upright. Looking in her rear view mirror she caught a glance of a middle finger and a very angry man leaning his head out of his driver's side window. Under normal circumstances she would have just let it go and sped off, away from the insanity that seemed to plague this town. But ninety-seven degrees at noon was not normal for this time of year and Dagger Alexandros had had enough.
Grinning wickedly, the raven haired girl leaned her own head out of her window and proclaimed, "Geez, don't pop a jugular!" She than gave him a dose of his own medicine as she put her car in gear and sped off, waving at the somewhat perplexed man. Oh gods, the things I pick up from him.
Twenty minutes after the incident with the crazed driver Dagger arrived at her home that she shared with her monkey-tailed roommate. The house was small, but had a small front yard with grass that had seen better days. The yellow siding needed repair and the roof looked like a hockey player's grin. Despite all the much needed improvements to the house, Dagger loved the very small and very familiar bungalow.
"What in the name of… Oh, Zidane, why?!"
The sight before her made her jaw drop to the floor. Zidane's car sat in her driveway, radio blaring, with him laying on the hood of his car, shirtless and in a pair of his long gym shorts. Zidane Tribal, this is not the time to be sunning yourself!
Dagger was forced to park her car in the street, just before her driveway. Generally she would have parked her car in the very small garage, but ever since Zidane moved in nearly six months ago he had crammed the small space with a couch, a tv, a small coffee table, and a refridgerator. Her objections fell on deaf ears, but she grew accustomed to sitting up late with Zidane as he made bongs out of water bottles and old pens, watching Dazed and Confused over and over again. She mused that Zidane had a cult-like fetish for the film.
Shifting the car into park and ripping the keys from the ignition, Dagger opened her (squeaky) car door and slammed it shut.
"What are you doing? The neighbors are probably all pissed, Zidane! Turn the damn radio down!" Either the radio was too loud or Zidane simply ignored her.
A frown etched its way onto Dagger's face. Her brows knitted together and the corner of her lips turned down. Walking briskly to the sleepy monkey-boy, she became aware that his mouth was moving. Singing, she mentally observed. The boy's tail wagged absently as the sun caught the blade of his shades just so. Sweat beaded and rolled off of his muscular, tan chest. Tribal tattoos decorated most of his chest and arms. His expression looked bored, but she could tell that he sensed her standing there.
"Zidane, just what the hell do you think you're doing? Its nearly 100 degrees outside, you idiot!"
Tilting his blonde head slight upwards and bringing his shades down to the tip of his nose, Zidane's eyes gleamed playfully. They weren't the usual glazed look that he got when he smoked too much. No, Zidane was completely sober, in every definition of the word.
"I'm just passing the time! The festival is gonna start soon and I just wanted to lay out here for a while. The heat doesn't bother me like it bothers most people," he stated matter-of-factly. He pushed his shades back to cover his eyes and moved slightly over on the hood, almost indicating that she should join him. When Dagger didn't budge he pulled his shades down once more and looked at her as if she was something unpleasant. Stitching his brows together, he patted the hood for further emphasis. Yet still she didn't budge.
"Take a load off, Dag! Lay here for a while with me. The music is good, the sun feels great, and you'll relax! You need to stop looking so constipated."
Constipated? Dagger's eyebrow twitched as she contemplated crawling atop the hood of the car and laying with her roommate-slash-friend with benefits. Finally, she saw that she had no reason to not climb up and join him, however foolish she felt.
Dagger strode over to the opposite side of where Zidane lay. She put both hands on the hood and than hoisted up one of her knees, the other following suit. She was a short girl, no taller than five-feet-two-inches. Zidane was quite a bit taller. He had to be close to six-feet. When the girl was finally in a comfortable position she poked Zidane's arm with her thin index finger.
"Hm?"
"Zidane, what possessed you to do this?"
He thought for a few moments before answering. His mouth twitched as he said, "Because I felt like it. Why not? I mean, its too nice to be inside! And I can't smoke at the moment, I used the last of my stash last night. Remember? I tried to get you to do it too, but you wouldn't." He grinned widely and settled back down.
This isn't so bad, Dagger thought. Laying on the hot hood was more relaxing than she would have thought. The music still blared and she wondered absently if the neighbors were calling the police, or if they were already on their way.
Fifteen minutes passed and still no police cars parked out front. Dagger began to let her mind drift away like the ocean's tide; back and forth from dreamland to reality. She felt like something was crawling on her stomach. She brushed her hand over her skin, but felt nothing. Must be my imagination. Several minutes passed by and again she felt the prickling sensation of something moving very lightly across her skin. This time she decided to let it go. The sensation moved from her stomach to her hips, than back again. If she hadn't been so dazed from the long car ride and the heat she would have screamed and jumped off the car quicker than you can say shitty kitty. Besides, it was a nice feeling. It gave her a tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had the faint realization that the touch almost felt like someone's finger tips. She was lost again to the tide. No more than ten minutes later, she felt someone's hands gently brush her cheek. She had to blink a few times to take in the sunlight as she tried to focus on Zidane standing before her.
"Hey, the festival is about to start. We still have to make that dip!"
Dip!?
"Shit, Zidane, all the groceries are still in the car! They can't still be good, not with this heat!"
Dagger jumped off the hood of the car and sprinted towards her car. As she fumbled with her keys, Zidane laughed under his breath. He wondered how long it would take her to realise that he had already brought the groceries in while she dozed in the sun.
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Sorry if the ending was a bit weak. I hope you liked this and there will be more randomness to follow. Thanks for reading!
