2+2
Just something a bit random. It's a bit scattered, but I hope the point was clear~
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He confused her the most. She didn't like things that confused her.
He was like a puzzle, something that she normally liked, but he was like a puzzle that came with only a few big, strange pieces that wouldn't connect, and when they did, the picture made no sense to her and was almost a little frightening and- ughh. She could feel the headache forming already.
That might have been why she pushed him away so much- she didn't dislike him or anything, it just confused her whenever he got a little too close, whenever he'd stare at her for too long, or just some of the things he would say that she knew he would just have mean something by, people don't say things like that to others just for kicks- what did he want? No, she knew already, he wanted her to smile or something pointless like that.
But why? Why?
"Why?"
He put down his Gamestation controller and looked at her from across the couch. "Why what?"
The minute the word came out of her mouth, she internally punched herself. What did she mean why? The answer was obvious enough. They were friends, and this is what friends did- they told each other stupid jokes and they smiled at each other and they blew up things in their faces, then they went fight crime. This was, at least, one of few experiences she had in friendship. The gist of it was general though; friends wanted their friends to be happy. What was the big mystery there?
She paused for a good twenty seconds and frowned, a slight blush of embarrassment tinting her cheeks that she hoped wasn't too obvious. He frowned slightly in return and raised an eyebrow at her- so this what it must feel like whenever I give him that look…
"You're too logical, Rae."
"What?"
"You're too, ya know- you overthink things too much. You're like those brainiacs that can do like, level 1000 super complicated rocket science calculus or whatever, but when you get asked 'what's 2+2', you freeze up cause you think there has to be some big trick or hidden puzzle behind it. But I mean, sometimes 2+2 is just 2+2, ya know?"
She really couldn't have helped the utterly confused look on her face at that moment. He seemed almost indignant about this, obviously something that had been on his mind for a while.
He turned his head back to the television screen, but kept talking.
"It's not that complicated, okay- I'm not that complicated. When I say something is awesome, I think it's awesome, when I say something sucks, I think it sucks."
She watched his cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink.
"And when I say I wanna see you smile, well that's it. That's kind of for both of us, ya know?"
Before she could have responded, he had already turned his attention fully to his game. He said he wasn't complicated, and at the same time proved himself to be a thousand times more perceptive than anyone could have ever imagined- why wasn't he always like this? Or maybe he was and she just never paid enough attention? But she was Raven, she paid attention to everything –ughhh. In even giving such a blunt explanation, she was left with more questions than answers, which really just proved him even more right.
She got up to brew herself some tea to soothe her now-throbbing headache. He was the most confusing person to her, but as she watched the clear enjoyment on his face as he played his dumb game, she figured that there could be worse things in the world than a confusing friend. This puzzle had its own frustrating charm, she supposed.
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