hey, I know it's been SIX YEARS... so many so that I have no idea where I was even going with this, and normally I'd be tempted to never finish it but people have recently faved and whatnot, so it must still be 'popular'. So I figure why not give it a go.
I do regret making Randall a depressy emo in light of the newest MI movie just coming out, but I'll try to make it work. Hopefully I've gotten better at writing.
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She hadn't been serious about the t-shirt thing, because some monsters never bothered with clothing at all and Randall didn't seem to be an exception, but she had been serious about letting him stay. She knew how grateful SHE was that someone had taken her in when she needed it, instead of leaving her to the wolves.
As she expected, Brock didn't like having to give her a week's paid leave due to injury, but a doctor's note was a doctor's note, though he seemed to think this was deliberately her fault. He'd taken one look at the bandage at the edge of her wing and another at the doctor's signature, and told her to get home. She skedaddled to the grocery store instead.
If she was going to have a teenage boy staying with her at her place for any ammount of time, short or long term she would need more food than what she had. And he was so skinny. She didn't have a ton of money, but she had perhaps fifty dollars left over from her last paycheck and all the bills were paid... she saw no harm in buying some munchies, comfort food like ice cream, sandwhich fixings, deli meat, so on and so forth. She made it back home just as it was getting dark, to find Randall laying curled up like a twelve foot long worm on the air mattress she'd offered him.
"...Hey," was all he said. His voice was muffled and she noticed he was pulling swatches of dead skin off his flank with one of his hands. Her mother had always used baby oil for when she shed hers, but then it was easier for her if she was in water, and she didn't really shed in the normal sense... it seemed he did. Regardless she handed him a bottle of baby oil, and went to put the food away.
"... thanks?"
She smirked and stuck the meat in the fridge, before coming back to sit in her armchair.
"I got some food, if you're hungry," she offered. She didn't really know what to say to him without sounding like his mother. On all accounts this was none of her business, but she was a better person than walking away.
She watched as he began rubbing shed skin off, revealing pearly lavender and shocking cerulean underneath. She did like the blue. He ignored her for a few moments, probably wondering, like her, what one said in this sort of situation without embarassment. It seemed a bit odd to share life stories past what they already knew of each other, and they weren't exactly friends,...
"So, uh... where do you go to school? I was home schooled...," she tried.
He didn't answer her for a moment, focused on getting the rolled up crud out from around one of his skinny little legs. He finally looked up, and gave it a rest.
"Leviathan High," he replied.
She had obviously never heard of it, but nodded for lack of anything better to do.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Eighteen," she replied.
"Same".
"So you're about to graduate?" she wondered.
He gave a vague shrug. "I guess... can't wait, to be honest. I can get outta here finally...,".
"Where will you go? What do monsters usually do when they get out of high school?" she wondered.
He shrugged again.
"College?" she wondered.
"Ha! Yeah... right. When pigs can't fly is when I can afford college...," he huffed.
Magda folded her arms. Here, finally, was a conversation she could have. Matt had given their parents the same argument, being a poor boy from a farm in the middle of nowhere, and she had been there for the entire fight. Apparently now Matt was what he had always wanted to be, making good money; a teacher. She had this.
"Pardon the bluntness, but that's bullshit. There has to be financial assistance programs here, colleges are a business, they aren't about to exclude someone and lose out on that just because they're penniless. You could apply for loans and stuff. What is it you wanna do?" she asked.
The look on Randall's face was a bit on the priceless side. He had never heard anyone be quite so blunt before, and definitely not with him unless it was bullying. Was she trying to convince him to go to college? Like someone who cared what became of him? It sounded petty when he said it like that in his own head, emo some would say, and it kind of disgusted him, but really no one was ever so kind to him. Except a few teachers.
"... you're really optimistic, aren't you?" he asked dully.
She grinned and gave him a shrug of her own. "Uh huh," she said brightly.
Randall facepalmed.
"Great".
I know it's short, and you all deserve more, but things are going on here, dog sick, phone problems, I'm a little short on attention span at the moment. Suffice it to say I'm deciding to tie this into the newest movie just a little, and it won't be a romance thing, just... friendship. I think he needs that, poor guy never gets a break.
tell me what you think!