OC RP - Fiona & Ezra

 "You're really driving me crazy!" Fiona shouted. Actually, to no one in her little place she called home. Honestly, she might have shaken the trailer with her outburst as she set up in her little space of memory foam love. Oh, she needed sleep, but damn if that Ezra didn't invade her dreams. 

Naturally, it was something so mundane. Asking her if she'd ever accidentally put too much salt in her cookies. How did he know? That's why she never baked. It was just an accident, and she was only six then, making chocolate chip cookies for her grandpa. She never baked again!

She squeezed her eyes shut. It was just a dream. But she heard her trailer door open. And guess who it was? Ezra, of course, and he wasn't alone. That buddy of his, Han, was here too.

"What! What are you doing here?" She snapped, hardly noticing what a mess her hair was. She was just in her non sexy undies. She gave him the eye.

"I thought something happened," his sincere look always maddened her. "I heard you yelling..and..and well, we stopped by on our way to the food truck, thought you might want something to eat."

"Well.." 

Her cheeks pouted, but her stomach awakened. Didn't he know she was trying to see how long she could go before taking a bite of food? She thought of herself as the indigenous sort on the prairie who only ate when food was available. Obviously, it was at the moment. She knew he'd pay. She didn't feel sorry about it either. 

"Wait for me outside." She hugged her pillow, keeping him from spying on her bare body. I need to get dressed."

A few minutes later, she was wearing her cutoffs and summer top. She was just in her flip-flops. "Why are you taking a nap so late in the day?" He looked at her as if she were ill. "You might not sleep tonight."

"What of it?" She was perturbed with him as they walked to the entrance, where the food truck was still in action. A line was forming. It would be a while, and she hugged herself as if she had no intentions of conversing with him. After all, he had his buddy, who was speechless. 

"I am afraid you just don't care anymore," Ezra said, looking away. It was as if he knew just how depressed she was about losing the library clerk job, even if that was well over a month ago.

She glared at him, giving him a big, fat lip of angst. "What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're suicidal," Han shrugged as if he were some sort of encyclopedia on autopilot.

"You've been talking about me! To him?" Her eyes bulged as she was in a huff while they waited in line for Turkish delights in the form of lamb and beef on skewers.

"Shut up," Ezra whispered back to Han.

Fiona knew Ezra, who always wanted to create a scene and then not be a part of it. Han was perfect for him.

"Are you two a couple now?" She didn't really want to know. She knew it wasn't so, but it was her way of building a wall around herself that he couldn't penetrate, even if he tried.

"God," Ezra rolled his eyes at that. "What if we are?" He grinned as if he would play into her fantasy.

Now she rolled her eyes. 

Finally, they ordered the food, and Ezra paid. Yes, secretly, she was happy that he dropped by.

OC RP- Dakota

 

Dakota had no intentions of ever seeing Nav again, but he was always around the Complex. She couldn't help but bump into him. As always, he was friendly, asking questions about her place. Asking about all sorts of issues, but the toilet. Maybe he didn't want to talk about that either.

On occasion, they'd meet up at the food truck in the evening just outside the entrance of the camp. Their falafel sandwiches were so tasty, and their salads were fresh too. It was never a date, but they usually had plenty to talk about. Actually, she was amazed that she saw him at all. He was always on the run.

"Oh, I saw you running this morning," he smiled and said he wished he could do that.

"Well, let me know when you can," Dakota wouldn't mind having someone to run with. "But I am looking for a job." She felt certain she needed more than just exercise. She would have to start selling off her wardrobe in storage since that was an added expense.

"I hear they're looking for some help at the assisted living," he told her at the picnic benches where they ate their food truck meals.

"What would I  have to do?" Dakota had never thought about that.

"Oh, I don't think you'd have to be a nurse, but you might want to take some online classes, just in case. I don't think it would cost you anything," Nav said he knew of a couple of people who worked there, but it was hard keeping receptionists. "It's kind of a boring job. You know, answering the door, a little bit of babysitting, but with old people. Just in the lobby."

"Huh," she almost laughed, enjoying the savory meal. She thought of applying. He sent her a link. Oddly, they now had each other's personal phone numbers. She hadn't meant that to happen. She studied the link. Suddenly, it hit her as if she knew what she had forgotten about.

"My car, I think it needs some help." Dakota was sure Nav could look at it.

"Me? I don't even own a car," he laughed. "I saw a business card on the bulletin board. I think the name is Alex. Maybe they could help."

"Sure," Dakota felt as if she'd been shot down, somehow. It was a strange feeling. Usually, she had a certain charm with everyone. Maybe she thought that way with Nav, too. "I'll do that."

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June Microfiction Challenge

 

WORDS: Prints. Frames. Cleans

In the lull of the copier that prints June's reports for the month, Holly finds herself dreaming of last summer when she was only thinking of having this job in the City. She smiles dreamily thinking of  Newton as he frames with his fingers with a cocky grin of how she'd look in pictures as they walk down the boardwalk with the waves behind them. She plays into his fantasy with a sassy grin and makes her way to the snowcones, where she only buys one and begins to eat it as if she might be a tease, just like he said. The sour apple ice begins to drip down her mouth and into her top, but she keeps taunting him as if this could be a pleasure while he cracks into laughter with a shrug that maybe he isn't the voyeur that she thought he was. The ball of green ice unexpectedly splats on her painted seafoam toes, which Newton promptly cleans up.