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It was dark throughout the rest of the house but a lamp glowed dimly at Audra’s bedside. She’d done her sisters the courtesy of removing herself from the next room over where they were curled up on the mattresses on the floor. Iris, Thea, and Kate might have been sleeping soundly when she stepped over them and out of the blanket fort they’d all built, but she wouldn’t disturb them when she couldn’t keep her eyes closed. An hour ago she had curled up with her most recent novel, thankful for the time to read something she actually picked herself, rather than something the English curriculum had picked for her. Of course, when she flipped to the place she’d marked last, she didn’t expect to still be reading now, well into the night.

She supposed it was lucky, however, to be already awake - and alone - when she heard an unfamiliar sound at her window. The faint click against the glass might have been a mistake once, but not twice, three times... Slipping her bookmark into place, Audra rose from the bed, only mildly annoyed she’d been interrupted mid-sentence. Much to her chagrin, she couldn't see anything with the reflection of the light on the glass. Whatever was out there, she'd have to open the window, and so she unlocked it and slid up the windowpane to stick her head out.

Somehow she had a suspicion of who, if anyone, it might be when she looked out into the darkness. Or perhaps it was a tiny sliver of hope instead. Something snagging at the back of her mind told her it was a bit of both, and she bit her lip in some attempt not to look too interested in case it wasn't the boy she thought it might be. Or, in case it was. Sure enough, standing there on her front lawn, illuminated only by the street light not far off -

“Cal?” Audra caught herself before she voiced his name too loudly. She did not, however, curb the skepticism in her tone. Reluctant though she was to show it, she was sort of pleased to see him. It might have taken months for her to admit it even to herself, but she enjoyed his company. She just didn't know what he was up to at this particular moment, throwing rocks at her window like it was 1988. “We have this lovely invention called the text message, you know,” she reminded him, in that strange middle ground between a whisper and a shout. A half smile snuck its way onto her face whether she wanted it to or not. “What are you doing here?”

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There were a number of things the world, both at large and his small corner of it, didn’t know about Calix Brenhin. Among them being his preference for moody poetry and a penchant for dressing like an extra in a punk rock music video when no one was around to see him. Really, the version of himself that was most often on display was at such odds with the truth of him, was it really any wonder the boy felt as if he hardly knew himself or what he wanted? With graduation looming ever closer, the question kept turning in his head like a catchy pop lyric and the only definitive answer he had for it was what he didn’t want. And perhaps the only person he could voice those things to happened to also be the only person outside of his immediate family who knew he wasn’t at all what he played at being during school hours. Unlike his immediate family, when she made her comments it didn’t feel nearly so damning. It was perplexing that she even cared what he did or didn’t do — or what he wore or how he acted around everyone not privy to the inner politics of the politically-inclined Brenhins.

It was strange how an unforeseen turn of events had even brought about this...well, it wasn’t a friendship exactly but something akin to it. Though he wasn’t sure he felt quite so compelled to kiss any of his other friends into silence when they frustrated him. But that was a whole other box of things to mentally unpack. He’d kept close to her in the beginning under the guise of protecting his secrets but that wasn’t all it had been and it certainly wasn’t what it was now. No one, it seemed, knew much if anything at all about their frosty classmate save for that she had a gaggle of sisters all the same age. Quadruplets were an odd occurrence enough to have stuck with the students he did know but no one had had much to say about this particular member of the quartet. So his curiosity had grown and, in turn, his interest and somehow they had landed here. Wherever here was.

With midterm exams behind them and a week of freedom, Cal had realized it would also be a week without an excuse to hang around her and goad her into conversation with him. They had made no formal plans, never really did unless you counted how regularly he showed up at the bookstore she worked at on weekends, and that…made him strangely anxious. He’d done his best to put it from his mind since he’d last seen her in school. There lay a stack of new vinyl records he had purchased but hadn’t listened to yet; new books to find places for; his mother had wanted him to sort through his clothes to donate whatever he didn’t want to some new charity or other. And, of course, the date circled on his wall calendar with the words ‘meteor shower’ scrawled in a hasty, spidery print.

One of those things that could be counted among the many unknown facts was his interest in astronomy. A holdover from childhood, likely, when his father had still acted like a father and not a future presidential candidate. He wasn’t nearly so invested as to even call it a hobby but he knew the names of the major constellations and, mostly, he just liked to look at them. Once upon a time, it had been a pastime he and his father had enjoyed together. Now they could hardly be in the same room with one another. As he loaded his telescope into the trunk of his car, loneliness hit him like a cold breeze across the back of his neck. Perhaps that was why he’d cranked the volume up on his radio to something near eardrum bursting and also why he made a detour without really ever acknowledging what he was doing until he realized he was in a neighborhood he wasn’t meant to be in. It was late, far past when many people would be asleep, and that finally brought the noise level inside his car down to a more reasonable degree.

It was slow-going, trying to remember where her house was, all the while attempting to put together some reasonable explanation for showing up there and refusing to think about whether she was even awake. It was with no little nervousness that he parked on the street and cut off his engine, spying the only window of the house still lit. And it was with a certain hesitance that he walked up the drive, picking up a handful of gardening gravel as he went. He hovered there on the lawn for a minute in indecision, weighing the risk of waking a family member he hadn’t intended to, before he threw the first bit. It clinked on the edge of the window, louder than he was expecting, and he involuntarily recoiled at the sound as he hastily glanced around. When no one appeared within the frame, he threw another. And then another quickly after that in impatience.

Finally, a form appeared but the golden light behind them obscured their features. He froze for a moment, heart beating frantically in his chest should it prove to be one of her sisters. Or worse yet: one of her parents. But then the window slid open and he let out a soft breath when he saw Audra’s face peering down at him. ”What light through yonder bedroom window breaks,” he intoned just loud enough for her to hear, pressing a fist briefly to his chest. Dropping the remaining rocks he’d collected, he dusted off his hands as he smirked up at her. ”I wouldn’t be able to misquote old Willy at you with as much flair and where’s the fun in that?” Dragging a hand through his hair, he pushed the dark locks back from his face only to dislodge them once more as he jerked his head downwards. ”Are you gonna come down or do I have to climb up?”


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The cool spring air met her like a welcomed friend as her eyes adjusted to the black of night, the scene becoming that much clearer beyond the standard-issue suburban streetlights. This... friend... below her window was not exactly unwelcomed but that didn't mean she’d invited him over either. Audra didn't doubt he would've come if she did, given the number of times he stuck around even when she hadn't wanted to see him. She had half a mind to regret that time she’d asked him to drive her home after one of the many times he’d taken it upon himself to ‘browse’ her bookshop. There had been several times she wished he hadn't, whether she was busy or just... didn't expect to see him. Admittedly, her annoyance had waned as the visits and other conversations occurred more frequently. And, truth be told, she couldn’t find it in her to be upset now.

Still, she’d kept up her own charade as long as she could, the guise of the unaffected (and unimpressed) youth hard to shake after three and a half years of practice. It was purposeful at first, and then it had just become habit; it was easier to say that she tolerated him at best. Whatever her feelings for him, should she choose to acknowledge them, he'd kept coming around. Maybe he'd won her over. Maybe she realized they did have more in common than she initially thought. Maybe once they'd gotten better acquainted she'd come to enjoy his unexpected visits. "Maybe" might have been a lie, but it was easier than admitting these things outright.

If she knew Calix Brenhin, secret identity and all, his intentions were not just to butcher the Bard below her window. She might not know exactly what he wanted but she could say with certainty it was not that. "Ay me," she said, her sarcasm rather unlike any naive and lovestruck Juliet. It would be out of character for Audra to appear too excited, after all, even if she was surprised he'd managed to remember her address. At the mention of climbing up anything, however, her jokes were quick to turn more serious.

“Please don’t, Romeo.” That was where her Shakespeare jokes stopped. Putting the two of them into the context of one of the most famous love stories in English literature made her squirm inside. The romantic connotation was enough to want to hide behind those aforementioned 'maybes' and shoo him away before either of them could give it more consideration. Nevermind the fact those star-crossed lovers ended up dead by their own hands in the end. Audra had no intention of dying before graduating high school, thank you very much. Yet she also knew he wouldn't be so easily convinced into leaving. She'd tried many times before and failed until her attempts were all half-hearted and only made because she believed they were expected of her. Would it be so strange of her not to put up a fight? She didn't have time to consider it too long - he was waiting.

“Hold on a second,” she told him, before disappearing from the window, closing it firmly behind her. Audra wasn't exactly used to sneaking through the house at all hours of the night, and so she might have been extra paranoid once she'd thrown on a pair of jeans and a cropped sweater and exited the bedroom. Sneakers in one hand, she made her way down the hall, peeking into the room where her sisters were camping out. They were curled up (or, in Thea's case, sprawled out) together, just where she'd left them. And still sleeping, thankfully. Quiet as she could, she slipped through the darkened house and down the stairs, each creak piquing her anxiety until she was at the entryway. Her fears only ceased once she had her shoes on and unlocked the front door to step outside.

But it wasn't until she reached her doorstep that she realized she’d left her usual mask upstairs. Dark eyeliner, most of her miscellaneous earrings, that expression of quiet disdain... all forgotten and it was too late to put them on now. She filled the silence before he had a chance to comment on it. "You didn't answer my question," she reminded him, arms crossed, expectant. She had crossed the few feet between them and planted herself well within the usual distance she held between them. For... noise reasons; she had successfully snuck out of the house, and she wasn't about to announce it to the world. Sure, that made sense. Maybe she was too close, but maybe she wanted to be.

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He didn’t expect her to come down with so little effort but the surprise showed only in his raised brows as she backed away from the window. In the usual course of things, he’d expected far more back and forth, him cajoling, her resisting, before finally coaxing her out. Although the vehemence of her dismissals had dampened in the time that he had known her to something closer to reluctant acceptance, he always expected it at the outset of any conversation. Secretive he might have been around his peers, and often performing the role of the Senator’s Son dutifully if falsely, but he was a social creature. Something the recalcitrant girl in the quiet house before him was not. As if that fact hadn’t been obvious by how little people seemed to know about her, he’d learned that much within his first few interactions with her. Granted, he could hardly remember a handful of names outside of his general circle but it never stopped him moving with relative ease about the different factions that existed within the complex microcosm that was the high school social scene. It helped that most people knew him or of him, thanks to his father, though Cal waffled on whether it wasn’t actually a hindrance.

Yet, Audra seemed to reject social expectation in general and the approval of their classmates particularly. A part of him was envious of that ability for all that it had constantly frustrated him in getting to know her. The boy couldn’t say why it had seemed so imperative that he do know her — it wasn’t as if they had to be friends to come to an understanding about his situation — but she had caught his attention and his fascination with her differentness in comparison to everyone else he knew hadn’t waned in the months that had passed. In fact, it had only seemed to grow with every new facet he uncovered and, in turn, shared about himself. Their tastes in music were similar though hers, annoyingly enough, was more widely refined. He would never admit it but the books and records he’d amassed since meeting her had been on her recommendation — not to him, he’d never ask, but he paid attention (too much attention) to her and those she engaged in conversation about such things. And, of course, the ones she brought up herself in discussions on artistic expression and quality.

Befriending Audra was not unlike preparing for one of his debates, he realized suddenly. One had to study, to look for tiny details to exploit, and gather all available information in order to be even reasonably prepared to hold their own with her. Such was the case with him, anyway, but it had gotten easier. Their interactions more comfortable. Well, comfortable in most ways except in the anxiety that had never really ceased even after he’d been assured she wouldn’t oust him as the fraud he was. It had changed somewhere, morphed from wariness to something else while it had sat simmering in the background. Somewhere along the way, she had become an integral part of his routine. Not simply in just taking his amusement in teasing her or losing time in conversing on a level of intellect he didn’t often find in others for all they were still, by and large, patronizingly considered children. Children on the cusp of adulthood and with very little idea of what that actually meant.

No, the word ‘simple’ was far from correct in regards to how necessary in his life she was becoming. He was anxious when saw her, more so when he didn’t, and there didn’t seem to be a thought or idea that crossed his mind without the thought of her quickly on its heels. More often than not these days, when he sought her out at school or elsewhere, it was because there was nothing quite so distracting from his other problems than the one things he couldn’t seem to distract himself from. It was a complicated matter for a complicated girl, he supposed. One who was taking too long to appear, he huffed to himself.

In the midst of his waiting, he’d turned back towards the darkened street and the row of quiet houses. Clasping his neck in thought, he wondered what it was like to live in a neighborhood like this one -- like one pulled straight out of some tv show about middle class people. He could easily imagine it in the daytime -- lawnmowers going, kids on their bikes, like some idyllic slice-of-life scene. So very different from the gated community of too-large mansions and perfectly sculpted topiaries, where it was more unusual to see a bicycle out on the street than it was to see an expensive car peel around a corner. It had occurred to him before that their lives were dissimilar, practically worlds apart were it not for the public high school they both attend, in ways both obvious and not-so-obvious. He wondered if it made any difference at all to her. It didn’t make any to him, but then he wondered, if it didn’t now, would the future change that alongside the multitudes of other things it was likely to change. And if he cared if it did.

He didn’t have time to parse that thought before he heard the front door open. Spinning casually on his heel, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he swung his silver-gray gaze to her. A corner of his mouth tick upwards as she marched towards him, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms and turned her chin stubbornly up at him in a daring way. Daring him to what, he wasn’t sure, but the stance was a familiar one and it never failed to set him on edge...in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. There was something different about her appearance tonight and, in the dim light, it took him too long to figure out what it was. Not that she afforded him time to, in any case, though he belatedly noted she was devoid of it’s usual makeup and therein lay the difference. He neither liked it nor disliked it but it was strange to see her without them when he’d grown so used to her face one way.

This Audra seemed younger and less disaffected than the one he was accustomed to. It gave him pause, made him swallow the retort perched on his lips. Instead, he regarded her for a brief moment, taking in how she was dressed -- jeans, sweater, she’d even bothered to put on shoes, definitely not a choice someone would make if they were planning on just a brief trip out of doors -- and suppressing the urge to grin wickedly. Rocking forward on the balls of his feet, he bent just a little across the small distance, mischief glinting in his eyes. ”I came to invite you along on a midnight escapade,” the grin broke free a little just at the edges. Obviously.


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She'd been dressed for bed when she'd been dragged to her window, not exactly ready for stepping out of the house. Certainly not ready to go on anything she'd describe as an 'escapade.' She had to admit the choice of words was... surprising. She was almost certain it was one made specifically to catch her off guard, and as quickly as that registered, her usual defenses engaged. Strange how familiar he was with just what caused a reaction out of her now, though not without plenty of trial-and-error. It was almost as if he'd made a point to get under her skin just enough to bother but not enough to truly give her reason to send him away, not just now but nearly every interaction they'd had. It'd proved a distraction and a very consuming one at that. He distracted her from work, from school, and even her late-night reading now...

Audra opened her mouth to protest his invitation, or at least the delivery of it, and promptly shut it after making an important realization. One key detail was missing from her usual excuses not to spend time with him outside of the moments they usually shared: schoolwork. Thanks to spring break, Audra was suddenly free of the homework and study schedules she kept so rigidly during the rest of the school year. Granted, she had plenty to keep her busy between her big end-of-term research paper and the generally hefty reading list she kept for herself. Still, she had a week of nothing due, and couldn't reasonably say no before he even explained what it was.

But... did she want to? It was a reflex at this point, to object without allowing him to state his case (something he hadn't let go unnoted, either). If he managed to make his way all the way over here without letting her know ahead of time, it couldn't just be a tease, right? It would have been too easy to say no if he'd actually texted like she suggested he should. Now that he was here, making his own move to lessen the space between them, it was harder to turn him away. Somehow she suspected he knew it would be.

She'd do him the courtesy of listening to him, she supposed - but she wouldn't give in too easily. The girl shifted her weight, letting a cricket or two answer before she did herself. She regarded him with a smidgen of that same skepticism from before, the one that told her there was something she didn't know and she didn't like that feeling at all. Head tilted, brown eyes never leaving his silver ones, she asked, "What kind of escapade, exactly?"

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Ah, there it was: resistance. He was prepared for it even if his heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his. Shadowed as they were in the dark, he still imagined he could see the wheels in her head turning behind them. He was thankful for her hesitance in responding, in the beat or two she took before questioning him. The time allowed him to straighten out the unusual tripping in his chest before he smirked at her. Rocking back on his heels again, he didn’t deviate from his casual stance as he regarded her. Calix realized then that she was missing one key bargaining chip: school. There was (currently, at least) no homework or school project to blame her reticence on or wiggle out with. He supposed she could use her curfew or her family if she became desperate enough but he didn’t think she would. All that really lay before her was a yes or a no and he wasn’t sure which prospect caused the spike of anxiety as he considered his own options. Unless…the guy. The one her sister claimed she was seeing practically on the sly.

There had been moments where he’d thought, briefly, torturously, that it wasn’t true or wasn’t as serious as Thea (and perhaps his own worries) had made it out to be. When she’d looked at him with something other than her usual coolness and he’d been tempted to return it. Times where he’d considered crossing that line, damn whoever it was, and he’d thought maybe. But then there were other times she’d shrugged him off or taken hours to respond to a text message and, temporarily, those maybe’s were choked out. And there, on her front lawn in the middle of the night, he resolved that if she brought him up — if she ever brought him up — he’d let it go. For good. A small voice protested in the back of his mind, claimed he couldn’t possibly follow through with that threat, but that voice underestimated his natural stubbornness. Especially when it came to the, albeit few, morals he still held to. Self-imposed strictures were probably a more accurate way of describing them, really.

They didn’t hold him back from remaining tight-lipped about his reason for coming. What could he say about that anyway that didn’t reveal things he’d rather left unturned. He’d been lonely. He hadn’t wanted to be alone. That she had been the first person he’d thought of. That he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the end of their last school day together. That he hardly ever did otherwise. Those things he held close to his chest, masked by a crooked brow and a smile to match as he tipped his head to mirror hers. ”The kind involving excitement, daring, and adventure,” he replied, tone light despite the turmoil inside him. ”Don’t worry, in comparison, it would be really rather mild shenanigans. It is a sensitive mission, though. I can’t tell you unless you agree to come.” He paused, just another beat as she had done. This time there were no crickets mark it. ”So what do you say? Do you trust me enough?”


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Without an excuse, there was no reason to deny Calix his request to join him on whatever sort of thing he considered an adventure. She hadn't the faintest idea of what he had up his sleeve, but it didn't stop Audra from trying to figure it out. It was unlikely they were headed to some social event; it was far too late to go anywhere public. Which meant this escapade would be just the two of them... She didn't hate that idea, though the implications of it she didn't really have time to consider. Most of their conversations had, while relatively private as they could be, been in the shop, while at school, and the common spaces in between. Truly being alone was a rare occurrence, made rarer by the likelihood of interruptions and distractions that kept them from ever getting truly close.

They were close now, at least physically, though she tried to find an instance when they'd been before. Most times she would simply use one of her usual tactics proven to push people away: a scoff, an eye-roll, a shrug. Anything to diffuse the situation, whether it was to keep him from getting too comfortable around her or to keep herself from the same. She'd explained as much, in different words, alluded to the reasons she kept to herself, her sisters, and her best friend. The superficial reasons, anyway. That she felt most of their classmates full of shit hadn't been much of a secret, though hardly anyone bothered to ask the quiet girl at the back of the class. She'd thought Cal one of those she dared not to waste her time with until his persistence had meant she had, in fact, spent a great deal of time with him. The drastic change in wardrobe helped, she had to admit, if only to catch her attention and cause her to question just why it was so important to him to keep it under wraps. His demeanor, too, and general attitude had shifted from what she'd seen of him at school, and it made more sense the more she learned about the boy behind his own mask. So they both had secrets to keep from the rest of the student body that it seemed easier, for whatever reason, to divulge to each other than it was to be honest with everyone else.

Audra had insisted her own dishonesty was only due to her silence - omission, really - though she knew it was hardly better than all-out deceit. It had made her isolated and a bit resentful, but it was preferable to investing in temporary friends, and fake ones at that. What Cal was to her, then, was... an excellent question. One she didn't have the answer to. They weren't really friends in the usual sense, but more than acquaintances, and, though her heart stopped every time she considered it, there might be something more that kept her from banishing him entirely from her self-imposed seclusion otherwise.

Though she would try to deny as much, it was serious enough to tell her sisters about. It hadn't been the subject of a whole conversation yet, but she'd relented a few pieces of information now and again, never once identifying Calix by name. She hadn't yet figured out a way to explain just how and why she had started texting... hanging out with... for all intents and purposes seeing their high school's resident rich boy and debate team star... Until she could reveal who he was without betraying that key piece of information, he would remain nameless. Not that they hadn't tried to weasel it out of her anyway. Her resolve was stronger than any attempts thus far, and that told her keeping Cal's secret was more important to her than she initially thought. He had to trust her whether he wanted to or not, and his question reminded her of that.

Did she trust him? Could anyone trust a teenage boy entirely? Enough, the word echoed in her mind; she didn't have to trust him entirely, just enough to go on a little - comparatively tame - adventure. The addition of a disclaimer for said mild shenanigans was both appreciated and not, and warranted her own incredulous smirk in turn. Had he noticed how susceptible she was to these taunts? When her stubbornness would have won out otherwise, he was always able to turn it on its head. Suddenly she was doing just what she previously refused to, simply to prove him wrong. Truthfully, she hadn't been goaded into doing anything that she hadn't really wanted to, and that was still the case now.

"I trust you to bring me home the moment this 'mission' gets too risky - by my definition, not yours," she relented, though with less reluctance than she normally might have given him. Not one excuse, not one "no," even jokingly, and not all that much time before she answered. Swinging loose her arms with a breath, she finally pulled away from his tall, dark figure and headed down the drive. The neighborhood was quiet enough she could hear every sound her sneakers made on the pavement as she casually marched on ahead. Her surprisingly lax attitude was mostly a cover for how woefully unprepared she was for whatever they were about to get into, having only her phone in her back pocket. Perhaps she should have grabbed a house key, but she had three sisters upstairs who would let her in whether she was gone ten minutes or an hour. "You going to tell me on the way or what?" She tossed the question over her shoulder as she headed toward wherever he'd parked. "I was promised answers."

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It was a long few moments waiting for her response. He could measure it in heartbeats if his heart had been operating correctly. One second it seemed stopped completely while the next in tripped forward trying to make up for the beats lost. It was a unpredictable, erratic sort of rhythm and he hated it. It undermined the cool, practiced demeanor he’d worked at since childhood. Don’t slouch, Calix. Sit still, Calix. Smile, Calix. He’d been raised to behave a certain way when others were around. More accurately, when there were others who would judge his actions as a reflection of his family, of his father. The nice, starched clothing he wore in public. The polite, universally pleasant, always charismatic personality most people he interacted with experienced from him. It was all to preserve the image of Senator Brenhin. Even his extracurriculars, to a point, had been chosen to appease rather than from genuine interest. Of course, he did enjoy debate more than he thought he would and actually put forth more effort than he might have if he didn’t. But it wasn’t him. Not who he’d become, anyway.

There had been a time when he hadn’t minded it so much. When it had seemed just a minor inconvenience. Just a small price to pay for being a Brenhin. When he’d still cared about all that. He didn’t have to look hard to know the point at which all that had changed. In fact, he didn’t have to look very hard at all. He was reminded of it every time he saw his father’s face -- which was difficult to escape when it was still on billboards and advertisements from the last election cycle. The wild, insolent version of himself that had gotten into so much trouble at his last school hadn’t really been him either. Despite all the shit he’d put his parents through and the lengths Senator Brenhin had had to go to to get him out of the worst of it, it would be wrong to assume it was Cal who had a difficult time meeting his father’s eye. It was the opposite that was the truth and because of it and because of their pride -- a prolifically inherited trait -- they fought.

Neither of them had come out of the inciting incident unchanged and neither particularly having the upperhand. For while Cal knew his father still controlled his life at present, it was his father who had to live with the knowledge that his power was only temporary. He wasn’t entirely sure which bothered the senator more: that everything he did -- the starched clothes, the pretense of good behavior, all of it -- was for the money and the freedom on the other end of graduation or that he no longer hero worshipped him as he had before. Though he hadn’t bothered to hide himself from his family, Cal had gone to great pains to ensure no one at school got wind of it lest all his work be for nothing. So long as he kept on with the preppy uniform and his rich kid airs, no one bothered to really get to know his real interests or that he didn’t give a single fuck about any of it beyond how it served him.

Outloud, it seemed a vacuous, petty thing. There was no way to explain it where it didn’t. So it had become a game he played with his father the only opponent and his classmates unwitting pawns on the board. Most of them, anyway. Until she’d come along. An observer. He’d counted on making it smoothly through the rest of high school career pretending to be the senator’s miniature and no one the wiser. She was a complication he hadn’t calculated for. One he’d had to learn to trust not to upset the game board. There hadn’t seemed much of a point in keeping up the pretense with her once he had been discovered but, somewhere along the way, he’d started to like having someone in on his secrets. Someone with whom he could share his own observations about their school, about the world, about anything really and still be understood. And the closer he’d gotten to her, the less he’d begun to care about maintaining the game on the whole. It should have scared him and, on some level, it did.

What scared him more, he realized as he waited for her answer, was the possibility of losing that. If she brought up the guy, he amended his resolution, he’d find a way to remain...whatever it was they were. He’d figure it out. She might not have been a part of the game he played with others anymore but she was important in a different way. A way he couldn’t explain so much as feel. Maybe that was why he’d ended up at her house when he hadn’t meant to and why he wanted to share something with her he never did with anyone. He’d done it a hundred times already in smaller, less significant ways but he was almost….bashful about this particular thing. He could play at the mystery all he wanted to but the fact remained that he was fearful, just a little, of opening this part of him to judgment. Because her opinion mattered more than it ought to have. Because he wanted her to like it. Because he wanted her to like him and not the version of himself everyone else knew.

Then her expression changed, subtly but enough for him to hold his breath as she finally gave him an answer. He let the breath out again slowly, his smile broadening as she moved around him and down the driveway. He barely managed to contain it as he caught up to her and matched her pace. ”Have I broken a promise to you yet?” Cal asked loftily, bumping a shoulder with hers briefly before his longer strides took him past her and around to the driver’s side of his car. ”We’re going to a show...of sorts,” he hedged as he unlocked the door and opened. He leaned an arm against the roof as he considered. Silver eyes bright, he cocked his head at her. ”Have you ever seen a falling star?” Before she could answer, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He turned off the alarm and smirked, jerking his head towards the passenger side. ”C’mon or else we’re gonna be late.”


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got a lot to not do, can i kill it with you?

Everything that Audra could account for, she would. She did, until Calix - or at least his hidden alter ego - interrupted her otherwise stable existence. Predictable it might have been, but it was carefully planned to be that way, and it was safe. Whatever got her acceptance to the universities she'd applied to earlier that year and, more importantly, her means to escape her hometown, that had come first for years. She'd spent most of her high school career dodging anything that might risk that, but risk was something Cal brought to her life in abundance. A rogue variable that disrupted her routine as well as her thoughts: showing up when she was at work, distracting her between classes, lingering in the back of her mind long after the bell rang and they drifted to their respective classrooms. There was always something he said, some way he looked at her or brushed her hand that caught her off guard. And, as she hastily tried to dissect each of his signals, he'd send another her way. 

This time was no different, despite the rarity of this circumstance, they went through many of the same motions as they would otherwise. A playful nudge, some vague mention of something that he might or might elaborate on later, and - his favorite - a rhetorical question. All of that had come to be commonplace, and Audra had grown used to their now natural back-and-forth. To her advantage, at least, she was already skilled in solving word puzzles; the rest had come from practice and their daily verbal calisthenics. Yet here he was, the same game in a new setting and turning her expectation on its head. He was surprising her in more ways than one tonight, though she was careful not to let too much of her astonishment show. 

Even so, she was genuinely curious to know what he had in mind... but falling stars? Something gave her pause, an eyebrow raising suspiciously and then falling when she realized this question wasn't like the others he often teased her with. She opened her mouth to answer but the digital tone of an alarm sounded in its place, cutting through the quiet of her neighborhood after dark. She didn't need to be told twice that it meant there was a schedule to keep. That much amazed her enough, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to feign insult before she continued playing along. "Have you ever known me to be late to anything?" she asked, leaning against the passenger side door, head tilted in mock disbelief. A joking scoff preceded a quiet laugh as she let herself into his unlocked car. It took her only a moment to settle in, shifting until she was more or less comfortable. Or, at least more comfortable than she had been last time she'd been at the mercy of his driving; her legs crossed, elbow resting on the console between the two front seats. "Must be important if you want to be on time, though," she said tauntingly, before going easy on him once more. "Let's go."

The urge to tease him further was strong. To end that lighthearted command with 'Romeo' even though she vowed to herself no more tragically romantic Shakespeare references (even if they rhymed). To take it a step too far and push him away like she had everyone else. He was already closer than most had ever gotten - no, not in the same way that she had done with the friends she used to have. Not even the same way she regarded Iorek, like a brother. Just the thought was enough to put a bad taste in her mouth. It wasn't as if she didn't want to be close to Cal, but his relation to her was neither here nor there. She'd asked herself many times why she hadn't cut him off before, what he meant to her, and what she expected of him. He wasn't part of the plan...

What, as well, did he expect of her? Moreover, why was she so keen to do the opposite of whatever she thought that expectation might be? Comfort and discomfort went hand in hand in her interactions with Calix and that was the reason it was easier to keep the distance they had. For every moment of contented silence between them, there was a realization and a purposeful interruption of that silence. Whether she did it on purpose or it was merely a defense mechanism kicking in, it was the same now. “I take it you don't mean a rockstar drunkenly stumbling off the stage and into the audience,” she guessed, an assumption she didn't need confirmation on. It was doubtful he had that sort of show in mind, but it was easier to default to her usual standard of skepticism before letting a little bit of genuine disappointment show. “Either way, the answer is no,” she said, eyes drifting from the road to his face in profile and back again. "Why?"

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Cal sucked in a hasty breath and loosed it as he settled behind the wheel. He only half paid attention to her remark as he started the engine, the music that had been playing before immediately starting up again. With a smirk, he switched it off before it could distract. ”Less important, more…” he waffled, trying to find the right word as he switched the Charger into reverse. ”Time sensitive?” He tried, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards at how little that revealed. Careful to keep his headlights off until they were on the street, there was a satisfying moment when he accelerated down the neighborhood road. The vibration grounded him, the nervous tension in his gut releasing a little at the familiarity of it. His fingers flexed over the wheel and he relaxed into his seat. He was back in control, even if that control was a ruse. His pulse, if not quite normal, had calmed. There was relief there, too. Though he hadn’t planned this escapade, at least in regards to not going about it alone, he also hadn’t thought he’d get this far.

Sheer impulse had driven him to her house and to throw those rocks like some pining idiot at her window. The invitation, too, hadn’t been thought out thoroughly enough. It had been the significance he’d given her answer, and the quiet ultimatums he had pressed upon himself, that had caused the nervousness but, though she sat beside him, the status quo remained unchanged. Ironically, he hadn’t wanted that either. Or rather, he was unsatisfied with it in spite of how much he feared it changing. He wanted….something and, while knew what it was, putting a name to it and verbalizing were two entirely different matters. To say he was distracted as he drove was an understatement, for all he snorted at her answer to his question about falling stars. He wasn’t surprised by the sardonic response, now par for the course and rather expected, but the state of his thoughts were in such disarray that the joke was lost on him on him for the most part.

He’d delivered only a light ”you’ll see” in reply, giving her a guilty shrug as he did so. Calix might have promised her answers but he hadn’t exactly promised when he’d deliver them. And, really, he felt that some of the mystery surrounding it would cause some disappointment when she realized exactly what it was he was taking her to do. The word ’boring’ came to mind as did several possible teases over his interests and all of it contributed to his reticence in being forthright. Also, too, a part of him enjoyed the curious frustration he could read between her responses.

”Given your reaction earlier,” he began, taking a turn both literally and in conversation matter. It wasn’t a long drive to where they were headed, but long enough that they couldn’t very well sit in silence either. ”I take it you haven’t a lot of experience with escapades,” his tone turned inquisitive as he glanced at her, eyes lighting with mischief. ”Or maybe too much experience with the dangerous kind?” Cal didn’t know what possessed him to continue on as he did but as soon as the opportunity presented itself in his head was the question rolling off his lips. ”Is your boyfriend not the sneaking-around-in-the-middle-of-the-night type? Would he care that you’re out with me?”

While his tone was light, curious in a way that belied the just how interested he was in how she replied. He kept his eyes trained on the road ahead of them. Tempted as he was to watch her reaction for clues, he also feared her response to some degree. Not that he was at all strong enough to resist for long, glancing her way and back again. His heart was doing that thing again where he felt it beat in his throat for all he remained relaxed in his seat. A thousand different scenarios played through his head at once. He quickly drowned out the hopeful ones and prepared to laugh at most other answers he imagined. It didn’t keep him from adding, almost beneath his breath, as he swallowed against his erratic pulse. ”I would,” he said after clearing his throat. ”If it were me.”


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we're never done killing time
got a lot to not do, can i kill it with you?

Audra knew she likely wouldn't get any more out of him yet, but she'd try again in time. This was their game: the hints, the taunts, the withholding and all. For every piece of information they shared with one another, they hid another three. Some of them would come to light eventually, and sometimes she would just be left wondering, long after each time she walked away. Some part of her was glad to have the knowledge of him that she did, as it gave her some insight into the two-sided boy and provided - for lack of a better analogy - a puzzle for her to work through. Though she had hardly needed the distraction in the fall semester, now her college applications were in, midterms were done, and she only had her own personal reading list to worry about... She felt less guilty about spending her time distracted.

She'd deny, of course, that she considered her.... relationship with Cal so reductive as something to "figure out." But another part of her was curious for more and frustrated when he wouldn't give her that. She’d be more frustrated if she hadn't been so difficult in relinquishing her own personal information as well, she guessed, but there was so much holding her back. However, suspicion spiked in that small part of her at his comment as it turned into questions of his own. Not the fact that he had questions - that much she was used to. Even the suggestion that she had been scared straight after some reckless teenage galavanting was easy to shrug off, but the following thoughts were enough to make her heart drop.

He hadn't asked if her parents would care if she was sneaking out, nor her sisters. That much she could have expected, though he didn't know of her absence from the cuddle pile of quadruplets. But boyfriend? His word choice tonight had done her nerves no favors. She wracked her brain for any mention of the word in their prior conversations. Judging by the way her stomach flipped upside down at the mere suggestion, she knew that was a reaction she would have remembered. Vague suggestions or allusions to her relationship status (namely, its lack thereof) had been a little more her speed. More often than not she thought it obvious that Audra Pace, who spoke to no one outside her immediate circle and would rather spend time with a book than most anyone else, did not have a boyfriend.

Sure she had Iorek, and boys at school that she would hardly call “friends” though she minded their presence less than others: a classmate in her calculus class or the boy who volunteered to sort books in the library, for example. Even the guys involved in the singular afterschool activity she deigned to participate in were not that close to her. The closest thing she had to a boyfriend - or at least a boy that she did, if she were being completely honest with herself, had some sort of feelings for - was Cal himself. That realization only worsened the heavy, uneven pounding in her chest. It flooded her ears and made it hard to sit still, though she'd surely regret physically squirming in reaction (her figurative insides, however, twisted in knots).

Maybe... it wasn’t that obvious after all. Yet the part that left her unsettled wasn't his incorrect assumption but the fact she felt the need to correct it. She sat in silence for a moment, eyes fixed on the road and the town that unfolded before them, letting the air between them settle and her heart rate return to normal. Though Audra prayed for a moment to piece together some sort of level-headed response, she was not so lucky. His additional comment, quiet as they were, was enough to draw forth words before she finished thinking them through.

"I don't -" she began, but the reactionary denial of any sort of significant other was cut off as abruptly as it started. Her eyes had snapped to where she expected to see his looking back at her and - thankfully - he was looking forward instead. She tore her gaze away from him as well, though the startled reaction was likely already noted. It was unusual for her to take the bait in conversation but that need to set right his misconceptions was indeed very strong. She forced a laugh in some attempt to take the edge off, though Audra knew it was too late, her surprise was already given away. And she also knew that tonight she was far past keeping her usual distance. She'd ruined her chance to formulate anything as cool, calm, and collected as she would have liked and would have to hastily recover.

"No one is sneaking around in the middle of the night to come steal me away, boyfriend or otherwise," she produced instead. Something of her standard offhanded sarcasm was there, but the statement was moreover an honest one. She didn't outright deny that she had any sort of boyfriend, not explicitly. That hadn't been the question, and she found herself feeling too presumptuous to finish her first thought in such a manner. Still, before the moment passed, she felt compelled to add, "I mean no one but you." She tried - nearly desperately - to make it sound as if she were teasing. She was likely failing and needed another direction to go in before he saw through it. Allowing a beat of a pause, she continued. "So generous of you to provide poor, unfortunate, reclusive me with such experience," she mused. This was far more familiar territory, though not ideal; still, she'd gladly take some self-deprecating joke over the alternative.

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