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[sub][color=922b2b][b]Hailey “You Are Going.” Green-Locke[/b][/color] and [color=ff69b4][b]Hana “But She’s a Child!” Park[/b][/color][/sub]
Time: Thursday at 3:55[/center]
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[indent][indent]Hailey was sitting in the backseat of her car, with Hana by her side. They had been sitting in the car for nearly twenty minutes now, and with their destination being almost forty five minutes away, Hailey thought she was going to lose her fucking mind. Hana apparently didn’t want to go hang out with this ‘child’ who was ‘totally annoying’ and ‘had a high pitched voice’ and ‘talked too much!’ and a plethora of other things. What Hana did not understand was that Hailey simply did not care.

In the middle of a rant about how Kit was ‘two years my junior, I can’t go on a [i]playdate[/i] with her! besides, I’m too [i]old[/i] for [i]playdates[/i],’ Hailey held her hand in front of Hana’s face, [color=922b2b][b]“Hana Park. Shut. Up. You’re going to go and have a playdate with this girl, and you’re going to enjoy yourself. When 9:30 rolls around, on the dot, I will pick you up and you will give me a full review of your night, sparing no details. I will return you to your home, where you will sleep tonight. If I kept you over every night, your sister would think you kidnapped.”[/b][/color] Hailey removed her hand from Hana’s face, and instead placed a kiss on Hana’s lips. [color=922b2b][b]“Now, I will come and collect you Friday from your place of employment. From there, we will go to the local video store. We are going to pick out a movie. Then, we will return to my house where you will meet my father, and we will all three together watch a move — it’s important you meet him first, he’s the most important person in the world to me; perhaps second to you in due time. On Saturday, we are going to have a group dinner. At which, you will meet both of my mothers, my younger sister as well as my father’s wife, and my two half-sisters. I also intend to have Parker, Henry and Min-seo, and whoever it is that Cyndi is seeing — which will surely be entertaining. It is important you meet my family. I intend to extend an invitation to your sister, though I suspect she will decline; she seems horribly busy.”[/b][/color]

Hailey, who had been quite close to Hana’s face while speaking, put another kiss against her beloved’s lips, and straightened up. [color=922b2b][b]“Now. Any questions?”[/b][/color]

Questions? That itself was kind of a loaded one as Hana had several and the most pressing one at the moment was a bit of a snarky one about if she needed to purchase a day planner with all the tasks she was suddenly responsible for attending to. That one she kept internally along with continued comments about why this playdate was a bad idea. Playdates were what parents did when they wanted to go out and get drunk before the sun went down, leaving their rowdy kid with some other kid and a single parent to play in the backyard or something; Hana was a few months away from being a high school senior. She didn’t have the desire nor the patience to pal around with freshmen who seemed to not understand the definition of “No”. 

That was the main reason why this particular car ride had Hana in a more complaining and negative mood than usual. She’d been in a state of general excitement and delight but every period of elation had its rough patches. It just so happened that this particular rough patch was a Freshman that for some reason felt like she and Hana would get along well. What did they have in common apart from apparently knowing Hailey’s phone number? 

[color=ff69b4][b]”My shift on Friday doesn’t end until closing, there’s not really going to be time to watch a movie with your father, so why don’t you two watch it without me?”[/b][/color] That wasn't even the question she wanted to ask but it felt like the only question that wouldn’t get a curt response or, worse, a look as if she had asked what two plus two was. 

[color=922b2b][b]“Ah, yes. I forgot you didn't know… My father owns the restaurant you work at. His name is Ty, he's there fairly frequently and I'm sure you've met him.”[/b][/color] Hailey explained, reaching out and idly playing with Hana's hair as she spoke. Hailey was half wondering if she was being too harsh for her vanilla bean but she chose to keep that thought pushed to the back of her mind and instead pressed on with her points, [color=922b2b][b]“Daddy doesn't know it yet, but he will be letting you off the clock when I come to get you. As for why not watch it without you? Well, Hana, quite simply: I love you. And my father is the most important adult in my life. I would really like for you to meet him privately before the Saturday dinner…”[/b][/color] Hailey explained, with an uncharacteristic pout on her lips as she straightened up and removed her hand from Hana's face. 

[color=922b2b][b]“Of course, if you don't want to, or if you're upset over your playdate, then I understand. If you don't want to watch a movie with us, then I guess that's your right.”[/b][/color] Hailey said, her lips shifting into a faint frown for a moment before she shook her head, [color=922b2b][b]“you're still not getting out of spending time with this girl.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff69b4][b]“No, no I want to meet him and watch the movie with you.”[/b][/color] Hana’s response, almost stammering as it was, came out with widened eyes and an almost desperate plea, as if Hailey was taking away dessert without even having gone to dinner. The lingering question on if Hana was going to get paid for a full shift or just the time she clocked seemed like something to bring up right around the times pigs launched a rocket to the moon and she supposed that minimum wage high schooler paycheck didn’t much matter when she was dating and wildly infatuated with someone she was pretty sure could buy an uncharted island. 

[color=ff69b4][b]“What I don’t understand is why you’re so adamant about me spending time with this kid. We don’t have anything in common.”[/b][/color] It looped back around to the concern about the playdate, but at least Hana wasn’t whining about it as much as she had. [color=ff69b4][b]“Why her?”[/b][/color] 

[color=922b2b][b]“She’s not a kid. She’s hardly two years younger than you.”[/b][/color] Hailey wasn’t sure why she was being forced to have this conversation (again), but she was willing to do it. That Hana was not simply whining and crying like a child was appreciate by Hailey, though she didn’t seem to yield. [color=922b2b][b]“Simply because I like her. And she likes you. We met her the day I showed you off to my friends, remember? She was there, and pegged you as your online persona. It made you blush, and that made [i]me[/i] smile. She’s funny, and she told Jamie he’s a snake. I don’t like Jamie. You have to befriend her so that she’ll be more willing to spend time with the both of us.”[/b][/color]

With that, Hailey raised an eyebrow, adding. [color=922b2b][b]“Besides, Hana. Do you honestly believe you have nothing in common with someone who knows Vanilla Sunrise?”[/b][/color]

[color=ff69b4][b]“Then why don’t [i]you[/i] befriend her?”[/b][/color] Hana’s question was hovering around the pouty brat side of things which was likely a dangerous game to be playing. 

[color=922b2b][b]“Because she very clearly likes you a lot, and I’m neither approachable nor likeable.”[/b][/color]

The sudden response came as a surprise to Hana in that it was rather reasonable and not caked with frustrations. It somewhat helped in putting Hana slightly at ease while at the same time setting her up for a fastball right down the middle.  [color=ff69b4][b]“I think you’re likeable.”[/b][/color]

[color=922b2b][b]“I know. You’re one of the few people who think that way.”[/b][/color] Hailey smiled and brushed some hair behind her ear. At least Hana seemed to be relaxing a bit, [color=922b2b][b]“If she’s [i]that[/i] bad, you don’t have to do it again. But do it just this once. For me?”[/b][/color]

There it was. The question that only had one answer. The checkmate on the chessboard. Hana knew that Hailey had that in the backpocket like some kind of nuclear option. Did the situation warrant it? Perhaps not, but it succeeded in giving Hana a moments pause as she flicked her eyes downwards and squirmed just ever slightly in the seat. [color=ff69b4][b]“Well...if it’s...for you..then...I guess I can…”[/b][/color] Her entire tone had shifted from one of annoyed defiance to demure acceptance. 

Hailey smiled then, genuine and wide. [color=922b2b][b]“Thank you.”[/b][/color] She said, before leaning forward to kiss Hana on the head, as the car came to a stop, and the window tint faded away to no longer hide the passengers, but instead show them their destination. They had arrived at the Thomas household, and waiting for Hana was Kit, anxiously pacing on the front porch. [color=922b2b][b]“Good luck?”[/b][/color]

[color=ff69b4][b]“Oh god, she’s waiting out front.”[/b][/color] Hana sighed out as the car rolled to a stop at its destination; in that moment Kit reminded Hana of a child waiting for the mail because they won a mail in cereal prize or something. She didn’t know if she should feel sad or not...maybe it was normal behavior for her? All she knew about this girl was that she had read some of Hana’s works which, if nothing else, meant she had a modicum of good taste in erotic fiction. [color=ff69b4][b]“Now I just feel bad…”[/b][/color]

[color=922b2b][b]“She’s meeting a hero. Don’t ruin her dreams, Hana. Run along.”[/b][/color] As Hailey spoke, Butler pulled open the door and stared expectantly at Hana with a look that very clearly, very simply said: get the fuck out of my car.

[color=ff69b4][b]“Isn’t there a saying about meeting your heroes…”[/b][/color] Hana muttered loud enough for both of them to hear before giving Hailey a final look. In for a penny... While shaking her head, the author known as Vanilla Sunrise slid out of the limo with a deciding thud as it was shut behind her. It wasn’t much longer before the limo sped away, and there was no going back.[/indent][/indent]