Davy really should have declined the idea of going to the party in the first place. But he’d been tricked, mostly by the promise of peanut butter donuts. And he hadn’t even gotten to play Mario Kart like he’d wanted. Sure, the CPU was easy and they weren’t quite as hilarious as when he played games with Jar and Ari, but at least they were there, and wouldn’t try to force him to go to a party. And now he was riding his skateboard home, peacefully and alone, his headphones wrapped back around his ears.
”When I need to spark a bit of inspiration, and the melody feels like it’s trapped insideeee,” Davy sang out as he popped off of the sidewalk and into the empty, deserted street, riding the skateboard in wide arcs down the road, his path lit by the street lamps on either side of him. He leaned down to the left side, dragging his hand along the asphalt as he stomped his foot to again build up speed, ”all I need is a bit of illumination, so the rhythm can can longer run and hide…” David paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before belting out the next line of the song with a fist clenched and held high in the air. What? He was alone, right? Why not get into it?
”When I take puffff from the leaves offfff the devil, and it carries me on to the other side!”
With the can of beer in her hand, and the water gun in the other, Elysia skated relatively close behind her new acquaintance, who seemed caught up in his jams. She observed him skate on the vacant street in unsettling silence. Baffled that he hadn’t noticed her, she took a sip of her drink, pushing her right foot on the ground to keep up with the boy. One thing she could tell for sure was: he was enjoying himself. He was in his element and solitude was his form of peace. Her only objective was to give him a reason to befriend her. Something about him intrigued her and she wanted to get to know the socially inept kid with skating skills beyond her. Not in the mood to do tricks, nor in any mental capacity to since she was cross-faded as fuck, Ely found herself right behind him as he sang his heart out. A smile curved on the apathetic blonde’s face. Adorable, really. It was time to pull him back to reality. Boredom struck and she needed him to notice her. Lifting the peewee paint gun, she aimed at his neck because why not? His body could use some cold, purple paint on him. With no warning, the she-wolf pulled the trigger and attacked her soon-to-be-friend’s neck (it was already decided).
Davy froze when the paint hit his neck, ripping the headphones and letting them rest around his neck, unwittingly dunking them in the paint as he spun the skateboard to its side, facing behind himself as he came to a screeching halt. ”HEY. You’re that girl that was hanging with Jar. Are you like, uh, following me!? Did you just squirt me with water? Why are you following me? What’s so interesting about me? Geeze. I’m just a boy with a duck and a turtle and a skateboard, don’t you have someone not socially awkward to follow around? Who can like, talk normally around you? Trust me, following me is just going to lead to broken dreams and boredom. ...wait a second. Were you listening to me sing?!” Very suddenly, even in the lowlight provided by the streetlamps, Davy’s cheeks flared up to a bright red, almost cherry level. Shit.
Pressing the cold can against her equally red cheeks (from being drunk), Ely stuck out her tongue and teased, “You got a nice set of pipes.” Bringing the can to her side, she shrugged at his ramble and all these unnecessary questions. She didn’t really need to know why she wanted to do something, she just did. And right now, she wanted to follow this kid she knew nothing about. “I think you know very well what I’m doing.” she slowly skated closer to him.
”In the state of California,” Davy grumbled out as he leaned on the rear end of the skateboard and turned so they were facing forward again, pushing off against the ground and rolling down the street as he looked over at the blonde woman, ”stalking is considered a felony and carries up to four years in prison. Even for minors.” He stuffed a hand in his stained jacket pocket and withdrew a watermelon Air Head, ripping the packaging off and biting into it. ”Well, if you’re gonna follow me home like a wounded puppy that I don’t really want, then I hope you’re hungry. They’re gonna make you stay for dinner and it’s wings night.”
The smirk on her face rose the more he talked. How much did this kid know about her? Obviously not enough since seeing police happened quite a few times a year for her. “Sounds dangerous. I’ll take my chances.” Her gaze fell on the Air Head he pulled out of his pocket. Huh, she was on point with his nickname. Honestly, she had no idea the kid had a thing for that candy. She just thought he wasn’t necessarily “all there”. Skating beside him, she finished her drink in silence. He talked a lot for someone as awkward as him. If he knew her reputation, would he be able to talk this much? Ely wasn’t the most friendly of girls on campus. Hell, her right fist right now was still bruised from punching a locker to scare some kid away. Hopefully, her makeup wasn’t sweating off or his family would see her fucked up face from this morning. Not one to litter, she reached behind her back and slipped the empty can in her slightly opened backpack before replying, “Sounds like a plan, Airhead.” Turning her head towards Davy to lock eyes with him, she gave the skater boy that oh so scandalous wink she did earlier when they first met.
”please don’t wink at me like that,” Davy said meekly as he looked down at the grip of his skateboard, pushing himself across the street a little faster as he stuffed the last bit of the Air Head into his mouth, before looking up. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit a button, staring down at a list of texts from his mother. ”My mom thinks I’m dead.”
“I’m busting your balls, Davy. You’ll get use to me.” Twirling the peewee gun in her hand, she stared up at the night sky while he checked his phone, “Guess we should get to your place quick, huh? Lead the way. I’ll keep up.”
The Powers’s residence.
A relatively plain, but rather large Victorian home, painted a starch white and with a carefully tended to lawn, lined by a rose bush rather than a fence. Davy looked at Ely and put a finger to his lips.
”Shhh. They might be asleep, or something.” He explained as he led her up the slabs of rock that created a path of sorts to the front door. He fumbled with his keyring for a second before he selected the proper one and put it in the lock, turning it and opening the door. He opened the knob and… his parents were sitting near the door, his dad flicking his finger around on his phone and his mother pushing buttons on her own, sending David yet another text.
”Surprise, I’m home. Sorry I went to party. Hated it, not for me. Is there food left?”“...Davy, who is that girl?” His mother asked, and Davy looked back at Ely, running a hand through his hair.
”I don’t know, she’s like a zit I can’t pop! She won’t leave me alone.”“Cute zit, bro. Keep this one, I think,” Malcolm chimed in, looking up from his phone.
Ely’s face stood expressionless as she observed Davy’s parents, who seemed to be worried sick about him. Was it normal for parents to send out a mass amount of texts when their kid was out? She doubted Davy was gone for that long, so why was it worth worrying about him?
Oddly enough, she grabbed her black beanie and took it off respectively. If she wanted to get to know him, she had to appease the fam to a degree. Patting her flyaway strands of hair down, Ely softly smiled at the adults, “
Elysia Fable. Most call me Ely. You probably know my dad since he’s a lawyer ‘for the people’.” She wanted to roll her eyes at the mention of her father, but refrained herself so she wouldn’t come across as a girl with massive daddy issues. Turning her attention to Davy, the tiny blonde commented on his hatred for the party, “
You didn’t give it a chance, but I can see why. Those things can be overwhelming.” Shrugging to herself and slipping her hat in her backpack (like she did with the can), she added, “
Well, now you’re in the comfort of your home.”
”Yeah, well, bleh. Mom, dad, food. I’m hungry.” Davy said, and in a shocking turn of events, his mother waved him off toward the kitchen, his father in tow. Never one to turn down food, Davy ducked off into the kitchen but Ilyana was stepping across the foyer and toward Ely, squinting down at her cheek.
“What happened to your cheek, dear?” Ilyana asked, clicking her tongue as she looked down at the younger girl.
“You need medicine.”“
...” Ely deeply stared at the woman, who was checking her face out.
Awkward silence. The rebel girl even stepped a little backwards (bumping into the door frame) from the woman’s sudden concern, before muttering, “
I got hit… in the face.” The older woman didn’t even know her and she was worrying! Nervously running her fingers through her hair, Ely diverted her stare, “
Don’t worry Mrs. P! I’ve been through worst.” Quickly sidestepping, the petite teenager rushed passed Davy’s mother, “
It sure smells good in here.” Before Mrs. Powers had a chance to blink, Ely was already sitting beside Davy, taking off her backpack and placing it by her feet.
Davy was sitting at the table, leaning down on it as he stared in front of him; not at a plate of food, but at his duck, Sprinkles, who was currently tromping up and down the table and quacking happily. His boy was back, finally! Ilyana, when she walked into the kitchen behind the girl with a confused look on her face, raised an eyebrow upon seeing the duck, clicking her tongue before she spoke out.
“David Powers, what have I said about having Sprinkles on the kitchen table…?”David finally looked up at his mother,
”Uh…. to not to when company is over? But! Technically, we did agree that Ely’s a zit. So that means she’s not company. She’s part of my face.”Malcolm almost spat out the water he’d begun drinking before, he opened his mouth with a huge, stupid grin and spoke,
“Ana, the boy’s got you on a technicality. He wins this round.”“Fine, fine. Sprinkles can stay. But if he eats off her plate, I’m not apologizing when she runs and screams and never talks to him again.”Sprinkles quacked. The humans sure were saying his name a lot tonight…
“
Runs and screams?” What kind of girl did they think Ely was? Her red gaze followed the cute thing known as Sprinkles. The last time she saw a duck was this morning! When she woke up on the park bench… from drinking too much the previous night (and she drank too much tonight). Perhaps she reeked of alcohol, she couldn’t tell. Zoning out the chatter around her, she watched the gentle bird walk around and even cautiously lifted her hand in hopes that it would come to her. She never did pet a duckling before. This attempt could fail terribly but at least she could say she tried, “
Hey Sprinkles, it’s nice to meet you. You happy to see Davy?”
Sprinkles turned to face the newest human for a few seconds before he waddled over to her and gently nudged at her hand. Davy, mouth now full of French fries(homemade by Ilyana just under thirty minutes before), and a bite of BBQ’d chicken wings(all Malcolm), spoke to Ely.
”Gently. Left wing. Two fingers.” He advised her before taking a drink from a glass of water in front of him to wash everything down before adding:
”Oh, uh, by the way help yourself. There’s like, fries, and juice, and wings. The wings are spicy so be, uh, advised.”“Duck likes her. Good sign, Davy. Keep ‘er.” Davy’s dad spoke up, but Davy just made a face and bit down on another crunchy fry.
For someone who was bad at taking orders, Ely actually listened to Davy’s instructions. Her eyes revealed a genuine and almost kid-like nature about her, not one that she showed many. She wasn’t aware that she put her walls down for a brief second while she touched the softness of the adorable duck. Letting it go off and do it’s business, she grabbed a plate in silence. This was… really weird for her. At a table… with a family. When was the last time she had something like this? Ely was lost for words, so she just gathered food on her plate and ate soundlessly.
“So, Ely. What happened to your face?” Ilyana asked again, the boys suddenly way too interested in eating their food. Davy hadn’t had anything to eat all day and was… hungry, to say the least. Already, he was on his fifth or sixth wing, with a small pile left where there had first been a huge mound of fries. Occasionally, he tossed one of the potato snacks to his duck, who quacked in appreciation and munched at it.
Taking her gum out of her mouth, Ely pulled the wrapper out of her short’s pocket and rolled it up before putting it back in her pants. Didn’t need the duck to choke on her gum, now did we? Holding off with putting food in her mouth, she answered the concerned woman’s question, “
Locker to face. Was racing with a friend. Caused me to lose… still mad at that Niner.” In hopes that the questions would stop, Ely began to shovel her food down in seconds like this was the first feast she’s had in awhile. Not lady-like, at all.
“You should let me check it out.””Mom’s a nurse, or something like that,” Davy said through a mouthful of food.
”She always fixes me up when I fuck myself up on the skateboard.” As he spoke, Ilyana nodded, giving Ely a soft, warm smile.
“Yep! I just wanna make sure you’re alright before I send you off with Davy for the night. There’s a chocolate peanut butter cheesecake in the fridge.”“Maybe if we distract them with cheesecake, they won’t have unprotected, premarital sex under our roof.” Malcolm said with a grin on his face and Ilyana shot him an acid look as Davy visibly winced.
“Only, there’s two problems with that statement, huh? One, the batcave technically isn’t under our roof, and… we don’t care what you do! Just don’t kill anyone.””It’s not a batcave!” Davy protested with a huff.
Her stare went from Mrs. Powers, Davy, Mrs. Powers again, then to Mr. Powers… what was this? Slowing down her eating, Ely cautiously chewed and listened to the family interact. Swallowing her food and placing the wing’s bones on her plate, she brought her attention to the matriarch of the house and murmured, “
You really don’t have to…” This was incredibly weird for her, they were
so nice. Ely didn’t know if she should be sick to her stomach with how friendly they were or be happy that they showed they cared.
Cleaning her fingers with a nearby napkin, she teased the skater boy, “
I’m sure girls love your cave, huh?” She knew he was socially awkward but she didn’t necessarily remember when he shouted at Jar that he hardly ever interacted with girls. Ely couldn’t possibly be the first girl that wasn’t his mom to walk in this house, right?
“No, it’s alright, I’ll check you out after dinner, least I could do. And, as for girls liking his cave, you’re pretty much the only girl that isn’t me to walk into this house in like ten years. Davy doesn’t do so hot with girls.” Ilyana explained, munching on a fry.
“Such is life, y’know? Not his fault, really. We’re just delighted to see him finally get one. And a cute one!””MOM.”“Sorry.”Almost spitting out her water after having taken a gulp to wash down the spicy BBQ in her mouth, Ely covered her mouth, “
You’re kidding me, right? Please say you’re joking.” Disbelief washed over her expression, as she blantly added, “
No girl has even asked him out? He’s known for his skating skills and is one of the better looking dudes, and NO ONE has even attempted to ask him out?”
“Sure, he’s known for his skating skills, not his cunnilingus skills. He ain’t exaclty a sex king, really, or a charismatic dude. He can just do sweet jumps. And he’s not just a skater, y’know. He can also ride dirtbikes, ATVs, quads, surfboards, rollerblades, all kinds of shit. If it has wheels, Davy’s pretty good at it.” Malcolm explained as he bit down on one of the wings.
“So, nope, not joking. You’re the first one. Enjoy the untamed, untouched, virginness of our son.””DAD.”“Sorry, not sorry.”“
But… girls are thirsty as fuck. Teenagers at that. Or maybe I just know the biggest slut who would fuck anyone… but, that’s beside the point.” Her gaze went to Davy. The intrigue in her orbs increased. Wow. She learned a lot and this was just fucking dinner, “
Well Davy-boy, I’m honored to be your first.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and even crossed her eyes like a goofball. Maybe she could get use to this.
”We are not having sex.” Davy complained, sighing as he looked down at his food, suddenly not very hungry.
”Just… no. That’s not happening. Sorry to disappoint anyone,” he said meekly, biting on another frog.
“...but I want grandchildren.””MOM.”“Just… get to it eventually.”Davy put his head on his plate.
Oh man, what was her life right now? Ely felt the urge to burst out laughing but she didn’t need them to see her high-pitched squeaky laugh that she HATED (sometimes she even snorted!). Standing up, not being able to handle this anymore, she asked, while trying her best NOT to laugh, “
Where...where is your bathroom?”
”It’s down the hal-” Davy started to speak, but was cut off quickly by his mom, who looked at Ely and smiled again.
“Come along, dear. I’ll show you.” She stood up from the table without giving Ely a moment to respond, and gestured.
“Come on. We can get your face cleaned up, too. You’re like… caked in makeup. And it’s nearly bedtime. No go.” She smiled softly and turned to walk down the hall, leaving Davy to just shrug his shoulders and look up at Ely with a look on his face.
”Just go. I’ll get the cake we’ll go to my room after.”Slipping out a light chuckle, Ely grinned, “
Sounds like a date, Airhead.” before following Mrs. Powers to the bathroom. When they reached the room, the blonde teenager rushingly pushed the door open, grabbed a towel and suffocated her face, as laughter came flying out. Tears ran down her cheeks. Pulling the towel away for air, she giggled, “
I’m sorry. You guys are so… different.” One of her contacts bugged out, so after she placed the towel back on the rack, she took her red lenses out and threw them away, revealing her soft, green. Her eyes were a bit bloodshot from not getting much sleep, being drunk and being high. She let them trail around the extravagant
bathroom. She couldn’t help but let out a: “
Wow, this is tight.”
Instead of being upset or offended when Ely burst out laughing into a towel, she just rolled her eyes and let out a soft giggle herself,
“It’s okay. We’re out there, I know. It’s Davy’s father’s fault, he started this madness.” She rolled her eyes as Ely looked around the bathroom, opening her medicine cabinet and retrieving a few bottles.
“Thanks. I’m not really a nurse--just slightly trained in that profession. Davy’s father and I are renovators, we like to buy houses for super cheap, put a bunch of work into them, and sell them for more. We did this bathroom ourselves.” As Ilyana spoke, she pointed at the edge of the bathtub,
“Sit. I’ll get that makeup off, and then see what I can do about your knicks and bruises. Do you want some eyedrops too? You, uh… look like you could use it. Be careful drinking. You’re very young, you might cause irreparable damage. Not trying to helicopter parent, just being legitimate with you, hon. And, yes, we’ve known since you walked in. You smell like a bar.”“
Er…” Ely listened to the mother, blinking and trying to register everything she was saying. In normal circumstances, she would flip her shit but… Mrs. Powers was different than most authority figures. Sitting down, she tapped her right foot while she waited. A tempo like a ticking clock, since Ely had a major thing for the sound of clocks and just clocks in general (weird interest). “
I-” She didn’t know what to say but she felt like she needed to say something, “
I’ll… try. Oh and nah, I’m good.”
Ilyana nodded with a bright smile as she ran a couple of makeup wipes on Ely’s cheek lightly,
“I’ll give you some comfy pyjama pants, I think what I wear will fit you, hm? And you can borrow one of David’s shirts, don’t worry, he won’t mind. There’s a couple of beds down there, but usually--at least, as far as I know, David just sleeps on the beanbags. I haven’t been down there in likeeee a long time. But you’ll like it. Everyone does.”With her eyes closed as Mrs. Powers wiped her face, Elysia yawned, “
Do you have jammy shorts? I get hot easily.” There was a reason Ely’s skirts and shorts didn’t pass her knees. Not because she wanted to look like a whore, she just didn’t like feeling sweaty and shit. The wind she felt when skating was especially nice. Gingerly opening her eyes, she looked at the woman’s physique and then her own, “
Yeah, I’m sure I’ll fit fine” His mother was an extremely beautiful woman. In Ely’s opinion, more so than Jackson’s mother. Then again, Jackson’s mother was a fucking bitch, who wore nothing around the house when she
knew guests were over. “
And I’ll sleep wherever Davy wants me to,” she lied.
“Soooo,” Davy’s father asked his son as he looked across the table, placing down the last of his wings and chugging the white grape juice in front of him. He eyed the boy, who was currently crunching on a handful of fries as Sprinkles rested on his lap.
“...she gonna sleep in your bed?””What!? NO. Dad, seriously!?” Davy demanded, the fries he had in his grasp falling to the plate as he stared at his father.
”Are you guys crazy?! I’m not gonna touch her. She’ll never come back.”“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Well, let me tell you one thing, son. When you put your dick in crazy, it’s gonna stay in there. Cuz crazy’s like a vice. Trust me, I know. And you see that girl’s eyes? Red contacts. The exact kind of crazy to stick your dick in. She’s a keeper, believe that.” As Malcolm spoke, the look in Davy’s eyes got more and more weirded out.
”Dad! Are you kidding me?”“What? They don’t like hand out a ‘what to say when your boy’s got a girl for the first time’ pamphlet when your kid is born, man. I’m just doing the best I can.””How do you even know what crazy is like!?”Malcolm winked.
“Your mom.” Davy spat out his water.
Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, Ilyana nodded briefly as she wiped off the last bit of makeup off of Ely’s face.
“Yep, I do. You can borrow them. There’s a shower down in Davy’s room. Get washed up there, change into comfy clothes, then snuggle up and watch a movie or whatever it is you guys were planning to do. Brush your teeth too, there’s an extra one in there. I think Jareth uses it… I’m going to have to insist you spend the day tomorrow too, you look like you could use some serious R&R, and luckily for you, the Powers residence can provide that R&R. Plus, you get to look at David more. Isn’t that great?”...she was serious right now, wasn’t she? Ely’s mouth went slightly ajar. Her green orbs fixated on the strange woman. They were offering her to stay another day? Parents… Davy’s mother was okay with allowing a girl she knew nothing about to stay in her house?! Usually, no parents knew that she snuggled with their child in their humble abode until Ely made a scene the next morning but Mrs. Powers was accepting her with arms wide open. “
Yeah... ” The more she spent time with these people, the harder it got to think of words to say, “
You got… a good kid.” Standing up and brushing her jean shorts, Ely headed out first. Before leaving, while Mrs. Powers cleaned up the makeup and medicine, she looked back, her hand on the rim, before softly saying, “
Thanks.”
Making her way back to where the boys were, Ely grabbed her backpack and beckoned Davy to get off his ass, “
Kay! Time to take catwoman to the batcave.”
”Yes, yes. Gladly. Anything but this.” Davy was more than happy to jump up out of his seat and go over to the fridge, quickly grabbing the large cheesecake, then snagging a couple of forks from the silverware drawer. Ilyana briefly disappeared then reappeared with a smile on her face as she thrust the jammy shorts to Ely. Davy, though, was already walking down the hallway, a happy Sprinkles quacking after him.
