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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

So ... George had a job. Not the same job as before. A different one. She was working for her roommate. The new roommate. Not the old one. Although they both had run the music shop, so maybe that was a fucking sign or whatever.

She put a sign up in the window.

10% Off If You Can Explain To Me
Who This Katy Perry Person Is
And Why I'm Supposed To Give A Crap

Someone had caught five minutes of the VMAs and was not impressed.

(ocd-free/open! I have an appt at 1:30ish but pings will be answered when I'm home again, zomg.)

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Jeremy didn't really need a discount, but he came in because he might've had a thing or two (and a few anecdotes) to share about Katy Perry.

He forgot about that, though, when he came in and spotted someone he hadn't been expecting, but who was still a pleasant surprise. "George?"

George took a second to look pleasantly flustered. And then another to regret not doing anything with her hair. Not that her hair ever did anything, anyway ...

"Jeremy," she said. "Hi. I mean. Hey. Welcome to the store. I work here now. First day and all."

Way to be a tremendous dork, George.

"Cool," Jeremy grinned, wandering further into the store. He wasn't fussed bout dorky, really. "I thought you went home, when did you get back?"

"I did," she said. "I got back, like, a week ago. Just before all the new kids showed up. You, uh ... you noticed?"

See George. See George suck at flirting. Suck, George, suck.

"I noticed," Jeremy confirmed brightly. "I'm far more observant than people give me credit for." No he wasn't. "Did you have a good trip?"

George was trying to think of a way to imply that he had missed her, but nothing really came to mind.

"No, it sucked," she said, instead. "Family ... bullshit drama. The kind you probably don't want to hear about. How, uh ... how was your summer?"

"Uneventful." But Jeremy excelled at being oblivious of things that didn't directly concern him, so that may have played a part. "Well, there was, y'know, island stuff. I was a monkey for a week."

"Seriously?" she laughed. "Were you a cute monkey? I need to see pictures of this."

Okay, it probably wasn't tactful to laugh, so she tacked on a hasty, "I ended up a monkey once. For a couple of days. With a bright yellow hat."

"You got a hat? Why didn't I get a hat?" Jeremy asked with a joking pout – even if it could just as well have been a legitimate concern for him. Thankfully it wasn't, this time. "I might have to tell Jules to get me one if it happens again. But I was totally cute, even without flashy accessories."

He got his phone out, then showed a photo to her. "See?"

"I don't know where I got the hat from," George said, leaning over and inspecting his picture with an obligatory 'awwwwwwwwwww.' "It was bigger than I was. You make for a very cute monkey."

Fair was fair, so she'd show him the embarrassingly cute monkey (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110964722/29657648) picture of her own. He could even laugh all he wanted.

He did laugh a bit, but it was far from anything malicious. "Aww, that's sweet!" he said. "You make for a very cute monkey too. Though I'm not surprised about that."

Look, some people had a hard time not flirting.

"No?" she asked, trying to think of something non-stupid to say. Nothing particularly came to mind. Okay, try harder, George. Cute boy and all.

"At least we know we're good-looking monkeys?" she tried.

........ yeah.

"Okay, I kinda suck at this," she facepalmed.

"At what?" Jeremy laughed. "No you don't." He didn't need to be entirely sure of what she was talking about to try and argue against it. "You're doing fine."

"At, um." Okay. She was going to set her phone down, and lean back against the counter, and try not to look too flustered. How exactly did people do stuff like this?

She tilted her head at him, curiously, trying to decide something. "You really think I'm doing fine?"

It sounded like she was asking something else entirely.

"You're doing awesome," Jeremy informed her with an easy smile. Sure, he was really answering the question at face value, but that didn't make his answer any less genuine. That was kind of his thing in these kinds of situations. "I really think so."

"Okay," she said. "So. You're hot. And fun. And, uh, I don't know. I like talking to you. Um. We should go ... out. Sometime. Or just make out in the store since no one else is in here. Or .... both."

She had gone with a hopeless kind of speech. She had nearly just gone for the impulsive kiss. The impulsive kiss probably would have been better, right? Probably.

"Or you can bolt now. That's legit."

The only reason Jeremy was a bit surprised by that was that girls didn't generally tend to ask him out. Usually, they just made it very obvious that they wanted him to ask them. Very obvious.

Hi, Miley.

Jeremy smirked. "I'm not going to bolt," he assured her. "I'd love to take you out. I'm not opposed to kissing, either."

Being dead meant that George was considerably less likely to stall. You only had so much time, so, well, carpe diem. Why not.

"Yeah, I think I kind of killed the moment for that," she said. "I should have just gone for it. You talk too much about kissing and it gets all weird."

George overthought things.

"I still wanna go out," she added.

Like, habitually.

"And I still wanna make out, too," needed to be tacked on. "Seriously."

It was practically her superpower.

"So ... really?" she added, with a grin.

"Yes, really," Jeremy grinned back with a little chuckle. He was kind of finding the overthinking kind of adorable -- okay, he pretty much thought all girls were adorable, but George was in that group that were especially so. He didn't tend to meet too many people who overthought things, mostly because in his old circles, thinking wasn't a hip thing to do in general.

"I'm pretty much available whenever."

It was possible that Jeremy was the first person who had seriously considered George to be 'adorable' in her entire life.

"Thursday?" she asked. "We could ... I don't know. I'm not good at going on date-dates. ... Pick something?"

It was almost like she was hopelessly antisocial or something.

Luckily, Jeremy could compensate for that with his overly social ways!

"Thursday's maximum," he said with a smile and a firm nod. "Does dinner at Il Pollo sound good to you?"

Squall had heard George was back in town, and he figured he should say hi or whatever. So... here he was. In the store. Hanging around and looking awkward.

"...Hey."

Awesome! They could be awkward and antisocial at one another!

"... Hey," she said, shrugging oddly at him. "How've you been?"

Well, that WAS the entire basis of their friendship, after all.

"Whatever," he told her.

Wait, he should elaborate. "...Okay, I guess. Mostly good, some suck."

And he should probably show that he cared how she was, or something. "...You?"

"M'okay," she said. "Summer sucked. Family shit. It's ... not all that important."

And most of it was stuff she couldn't talk about, anyway.

"Glad you ... had a decent time?"

Family shit, Squall could sympathize with. Family shit always sucked. "Yeah. Sorry you didn't."

...And she didn't want to talk, and he wasn't going to pry.

"Anyone I should hurt?"

"Oh, no, it's ... nothing like that," she said, quickly, before adding, "... You'd do that for me?"

She was kind of touched, here.

Squall gave her a confused frown. "...Of course. Why would you think I wouldn't?"

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