fandomtownies | The park, Monday noonish

Was it too soon to go looking for Jude? Should she have dropped by the diner on Saturday, since she knew he'd be there? Or would that have been all clingy? She totally didn't want to be all clingy. But she also wanted to, you know. See him again. Possibly smoochies.

So she dropped by his room in the most casual way possible, but he wasn't there. Class? Maybe. Or maybe ... he liked to skateboard, right?

Rikku was totally just going for a walk, and maybe wandering through the park some. Not stalking him or anything. Unless that was okay?

She was so bad at this.

Jude stopped on a dime, absorbed in figuring out his neck trick. It definitely involved that bench and those ducks, and maybe that low-hanging treebranch. He bounced a couple of times on his board and took off.

Unfortunately, he noticed Rikku in the middle of this experiment.

Hitting the ground face-first at her feet could be considered falling for her, right?

Rikku clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, no! Are you okay? I'm sorry!"

She dropped to her knees next to him and tried to help him up. "Are you hurt? I didn't mean to scare you, I should have yelled or something, I mean, I hope I didn't - I mean - I'm sorry!"

She was so very bad at this.

Jude rolled onto his back with a faint groan, ending up with his head in her lap and his toque askew. He blinked up at her a couple of times, ignoring her babbled protests, and smiled. "Hey."

She grinned down at him, blushing. "Hey, you." She felt all giddy again.

She reached down to adjust his hat-thing, and ended up playing with the brim of it.

"So, uh. How've you been?"

"Okay. Lotsa little kids." He executed a move that was totally getting more comfortable and not at all nuzzling against her fingers. "I was going to call you . . . was kinda hoping you'd be at Luke's."

"There were little kids?" She reached down to peck his nose with her fingertip. "It's 555-ALBD, I think I forgot to give you my number. Who's Luke?"

"Luke's Diner," he clarified, grinning at the little tap. "And there were tons of little kids around. An' it's 555-DUDE ~~the mun is pretty sure~~. Mine is, I mean."

"Ohhhh, I get it! I was gonna dropping by, but, uh, you know." She scratched her head. "I was, I mean. I had to --"

Okay, she was bad at lying, too. "I didn't want to be all weird."

"Weird?" he asked curiously, frowning faintly up at her. He seemed to be completely at ease with holding a conversation sprawled on the ground with his head in her lap.

She shrugged. "You know. Like, hey, I saw you six hours ago, but I know where you are, so here I am! I mean, you know? I didn't want to - I don't know."

She laughed. "Stupid, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, a little bit," he said teasingly. "'Cause it would have totally made my day to see you."

She giggled. "Plus, little kids. And I could have made you cook for me."

She played with his hair. "Told you I'm not good at this. Hey, I'm here now, right?"

"Uh huh," he agreed mellowly, nuzzling against her fingers in a stealthy ninja kind of way. "Betcha think I'm totally cool now, huh? Because headers into the ground are so hot."

Rikku giggled and lifted a finger. "Obviously, you hit the ground in a dramatic effort to not plow into me. That makes it chivalrous and noble and good things like that."

"I like the way you say it better," he grinned.

This time, Rikku dipped her head down to kiss the very tip of his nose. "That's for being all chivalrous."

"What were you trying to do when I got in your way?"

"Uh . . ." Jude squinted one eye a bit. "I can't remember. Probably something stupid." He tilted his head back and stretched up just a leeeetle bit. You know. Just in case.

"Come on, now you have to show me some moves." She grinned.

Well, now in a general, later kind of way. Because right now, she was tracing her fingers over his chin and going in for the kiss.

His Jonesy headvoice was crying for the pick-up line, but Jude was tactfully ignoring it.

His toque slipped off again as he kissed her lightly, smiling a little at the upsidedown nature of it. His hand brushed along her arm for any kind of little contact.

She nuzzled her nose against his chin, then straightened up a bit. "You lost your hat."

She attempted to put it back onto his head, but the angle was a bit ... off. Which made her giggle.

"Ooops," he said, sounding completely unconcerned, then grinned softly. "Hey, laughin' at me already?"

"You bet!" She giggled, then tried adjusting the hat. "Weren't you just laughing at me? Cause if not, you totally should."

To prove her point, she scrunched her face up and stuck her tongue out. "Thee?"

Jude burst out laughing, his hat slipping this time into his eyes. Nonetheless, he made a face back at her, pulling down one eye and sticking out his tongue back.

Dork love is the best love.

Rikku decided to jam one finger up her nose, and raise the opposite eyebrow.

She then burst out laughing. "Man, I bet we look hot."

"You look cute," Jude assured her with a grin, his ears going pink at delivering this compliment.

Rikku giggled. "Well, you kinda have to say that, I mean, you're --"

She leaned over until she was almost bumping his nose with hers. "Hey, are you my boyfriend?"

Jude blinked. That was a question he had not been expecting so he supposed he wasn't entirely used to speaking Rikku yet. But still . . .

"Do you want me to be?" he asked hopefully.

Rikku giggled. "Hey, I asked you first!"

"I guess I just wanted to know, like, what's going on. Not that it's gotta be anything. I just asked."

She realized she hadn't answered the question, and tacked on a blush and a "and, uh, yeah, you know."

Jude stretched up for another upsidedown kiss. "Bra, I will totally be your boyfriend. Because I think you're cute and awesome and . . ." He trailed off as he caught up with himself and went with a matching shade of pink. "Yeah. That stuff."

Rikku pulled his toque over his eyes, then laughed. "You're all cute when you get flustered."

"We should probably move, you know. I can't believe nobody's tripped over us." Not that she didn't like him hanging out on her lap, though.

Jude was incredibly comfortable, but he could see her logic. Chuckling as he shook his toque out of his eyes he nodded and started to climb to his feet, holding out his hand for her. "There is one thing, bra . . ."

Rikku scrambled to her feet and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "Yeah? What's that?"

She remembered the scrap of paper in her pocket. "Ooh! I have something to ask you, too. Nothing to do with this, though."

"I'm, uh, kinda going home for the break next week," he said sheepishly, lifting a shoulder. "Didn't expect to have a reason to stick around, y'know?"

"Oh, okay." She scratched her head. "But ... I mean. You're coming back, right?" He'd better be.

"Hey, do you know what this is?" She unfolded the paper from her pocket and held it out to him.

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"'Course, bra. Totally coming back. And I can call, if you want?" Read: if that doesn't sound stalker-y.

He took the piece of paper but barely glanced at it before he said. "That's the Prince thing."

"Oooh, yeah! I mean, if you're not busy hanging out with your friends. Oh! Tell them I said hi! Wait, that's probably silly, huh?"

She squinted at the paper, and then him. "What prince?"

"I will totally tell them and you will probably get like the full interrogation from them sooner or later."

"Like, the Artist Formerly Known as Prince? He was Prince and then he changed his name to that," pointing at the symbol, "and then back to Prince. He's like this music dude from the eighties."

"Oooh, that sounds fun!" She grinned. "Plus I can totally ask them for dirt on you."

She blinked at him. "He's ... okay, see, this was during a sports-thing? It wasn't blitzball, just a bunch of people running around on a field. Seemed kinda boring. And then in the middle they stopped and this short dude wearing a lot of purple was singing and there were lasers and stuff, and he was standing on a symbol, but I haven't been able to find it anywhere."

She scratched her head. "He ... so, that was him?"

"Dude in purple? Was he short? And bra, I totally have no dirt. I am like dirt-free."

"Yeah. And the music was pretty cool, and ..." She tilted her head. "He shouldn't have seemed hot, but he totally was. It was weird. Like a hypnosis thing."

She laughed. "None at all? Man. What am I supposed to grill your friends about, then!?"

"Yeah, that was totally Prince," Jude nodded firmly. He scooped up his board and offered her his hand, intending to wander towards the school.

"Uh, I dunno? 'Cause if you want all the ex-girlfriend dirt, you can totally get that here."

She giggled. "So, wait. This symbol-thing, isn't some weird alchemical anything, it's just - something he changed his name to? Why would anyone do that?"

She took his hand and twined her fingers through his. "Hey, I thought you were dirt-free! Is any of the ex-girlfriend stuff good?" She wasn't sure if she wanted an answer to that one.

"Man, I wonder if I have any good dirt?"

"Yeah. I know, weird, huh? And when his name was Symbol-y Thingy, he got everyone to call him the Artist Formerly Known as Prince."

"Okay, so it's not really dirt dirt, in the bad dirt kinda way . . . ask me anything, really."

"Whoa, that totally defeats the purpose, doesn't it? I mean, calling yourself Symbol and then not having anybody call you Symbol anyway."

She scratched her head, suddenly realizing she wasn't sure she wanted to know, exactly. "You're not, like, hung up on any of them, are you?"

"I don't have any exes to dish on. There was one guy I really liked, but ..." She got quiet. "You know."

"Nah, don't worry," he said, squeezing her hand. "'Suna's like my best friend now, and I dumped Chad, so we don't really have much of the hang-ups. Just awkward."

He squeezed her hand again, telling her that he did know.

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