I’d do you one better, and even buy you a latte and muffin, if you kept me company while I was there.
How could I turn down free food and a drink?
No, but of course I can keep you company! I’m Abbey, by the way— nice to meet you!
Would you not hurt me if I promised to get my next latte at your cafe?
…Only if you buy a latte and a muffin.
If you even tell me you got those lattes from a Starbucks and not from the cafe I work at I’ll hurt you.
I’m an energetic person; I have to put the energy somewhere or I’ll explode!
That sounds highly dangerous— the whole exploding thing.
I’m Abbey, by the way.
Went surfing today - I am so bad at this shit but it’s so fun!
I hate anything that includes exerting energy so by nature I hate sports, including surfing, but it’s cool that you had fun.
“Kids huh? I don’t think I’m up for that.” Derek laughed before rolling a joint and listening to Abbey as she spoke, his brows furrowed and he glanced over at her “The fuck.” he stated before licking the paper and finishing the roll up. “You don’t have to put up with shit. Look, I may be a dick and I may have been to prison for a nice vacation, but fuck if I ever took advantage of anyone. He can’t expect you to put out for him just because he let you stay at his house. Is there nowhere else you could go?” Derek didn’t know why he was so angry but he felt his blood heat up at the thought of someone laying their hands on Abbey when she didn’t want. It was probably some sort of hero complex that he had in the depths of him.
Derek pulled his sunglasses on top of his head and looked over to Abbey as she pulled at her tights, “I’m not in any place to judge so you can tell me anything… this is slowly slipping into some chick flick moment and I really just want to beat your friend up, and I’m gonna tell you that now to reassert my manliness here.” He said before reaching for the lighter and inhaling the first drag, enjoying the bitter taste and the way it washed over his tongue, his eyes closing momentarily before opening to watch the smoke wash over the space just in front of him.
Abbey was surprised by Derek’s reaction; she wasn’t expecting that. Abbey had never told anyone about it before— her parents wouldn’t care, and she knew her sister would just absolutely freak the fuck out. When Derek asked if there was anywhere else she could go she just gave a nonchalant shrug, “No, not really. I mean, there’s my sister’s apartment, but she’s enjoying her life away from our parents, me— I’m not about to ruin that for her. Plus she’s totally stressed ‘cause of college shit.” she finally stopped picking at her tights and stretched her legs out, letting her platform shoes scrape the ground.
This is turning into some chick flick moment. Abbey snorted and clapped her hand over her eyes, shoulders shaking from the laughter. She finally collected herself after a moment and threw a grin in his direction. “Nothing wrong with getting in touch with your feelings, Derek!” She chimed in a sickly-sweet-I-understand-everything therapist tone, smacking his shoulder and laughing again. “But seriously, everything is fine— it’s fine, I’m fine. It’s… Whatever, like I said, not a big deal. And we don’t need you beating anyone up; you don’t need to go to jail… Again.” Abbey was trying to shrug off the topic in a lighthearted sort of way even if it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing she should just be throwing over her shoulder. Abbey watched with anticipation as Derek took the first hit, biting her bottom lip. “Gimme.” Abbey chuckled and grabbed for the joint once he was done, taking a long drag.