Madison’s new look was received positively, and she’d been invited to dance with many partygoers, men and women, but she soon realised the drawback of this was that the music was too loud for anybody to talk. This meant that although she was having a lot of fun dancing, nobody could get her number. She didn’t even know if anybody had tried yet. Ready to take a break, and also willing to try her luck in a quieter albeing less populated area of the ship, Madison headed to the deck. It was pretty quiet at this point, and most populated by smokers who were facing out towards the sea. She didn’t exactly think she was ready to get hit on, but even so, her goal was to get people’s numbers. She’d been complimented on her appearance and called ‘hot’ by many boys, and girls, but she felt like by not pulling anybody, she was letting Shauna down somehow.
Not a flirt and not someone who remotely thinks in terms of ‘sex, love, and romance’, Rose sat on the floor of the dock, leaned against the ship’s railing, playing her father’s Gameboy that she packed in her bag. She had forgotten her original goal for the night and decided it was time to play Pokémon Yellow. Rose was
different than most people and if you wanted intentional advances from her, you better reconsider. It wasn’t in her character to want cuddles unless they’re from her parents or the animals of her household.
In fact, Rose was happy with not having some person interfere with her dreams. No one means no stress. She’s had time to think about this — since New Years when the topic became a thing. For damn sure,
that kiss had stressed her out and she didn't know if it was worth trying again.
Even if she
tried kissing again with someone, it would be with someone she trusted. Adubs? Ew, he was her brother. Q? No… she was with her brother. Wyatt? Raff? Of course not! She knew they were better off just staying friends and hanging with her and her brother. Honestly, her shell-shaped mind in regards to these foreign topics was just fine with her. She’d be prepared when she finds her very own Quincy, but until then, having her own Quincy was not necessary. Nope, not at all.
While she played the game, she thought about what her parents were doing. It was lunch time in Japan. Maybe tomorrow she’d give them a call… the house was quiet without them. Have them talk about the time they first met and how they knew they were meant for each other. Stories that would help her understand love remotely. Yeah, she missed her parents. If she knew any great love, it would be their love for each other… the best kind of love. The love that survives, after all trials and tribulations. A love that was meant to be.
There was a little chill in the breeze, since they were on water, but Rose had her comfy as balls
alien baseball bomber jacket on.
Always prepared. She even had a change of clothes, just in case. All in her handy-dandy backpack, which she occasionally hid so that she didn’t have to carry it everywhere. Right now though, it was beside her. Her jacket covered up her meow shirt, and out of all the people on this dock, Rose didn’t seem to fit in. Nah, not in this ‘picture-esque’ party. She didn’t show much skin, she didn’t wear heavy make up, she wore sneakers for god sakes, and her hair hardly had any maintenance done to it. Sure, she showed some
tummy but it was nothing compared to other girls. Rose was comfortable, with a pinch of fashion, her fashion, and that’s all that mattered.
Not looking up from her Gameboy, she addressed the new person, having noticed her the moment she went on the deck.
“Enjoying yourself?” As random as it was to say that to a complete stranger, Rose wanted to make sure most people were having a good time. This female that she didn’t necessarily recall in her not-so-sober mind was not the first person she asked this question to either. All responses resulted differently but at least Rose was
trying to socialize.
Madison looked over to the girl who’s just asked her if she was enjoying herself, and sighed, relaxing. Time to take a break from trying to get pulled, and playing this cool, confident character. Madi felt she needed to be herself for a while and recharge. This girl (admittedly quite pretty) was not dressed like somebody who wanted to hook up, and that’s largely why Madi strolled up to her and rested against the railing. She looked chill, like somebody you could actually have a normal conversation with.
“I am in some ways,” she replied.
“Not in others. I made a promise to the friend who dressed me up that I’d get some numbers, but so far, nothing, It might be too early, but people just want to dance. I don’t mind dancing and it’s fun, but, I feel like I’m letting her down somehow if I just go and dance all night. If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to the party? You don’t really seem to be...taking part, no offense.” “None taken.” Rose glanced up, looking away from her game, finally getting a better look at the girl beside her.
“Taking part as in... swallowing some acid, seeing some colors, and doing things I might regret the next day?” Rose raised an eyebrow, before bringing herself to her feet and standing next to the girl, on the same level. Sorta. The girl was taller than her. Still, it was better than her having to look up, up, up and have her neck ache.
Pausing her game and looking at the stranger, who had a strikingly chiseled body, mind you, Rose shook her head,
“I did have an agenda, but, I think I understand the answer now. Even if I didn’t have a ‘goal’ to achieve, I’d probably still be doing something weird. I’m happiest when I’m myself, y’know? Hell, I don’t even think there’s one way to party. Me and my parents, we smoke weed and play video games together all the time! That’s a party. A Mario Kart Party!” Shifting her body a little, to face the girl she had yet gotten a name from, Rose tilted her head and asked,
“Why do you care? About letting this one friend down? Her being disappointed over your inability to get numbers kind of makes her a bad friend.” Madi sighed, and sat down against the railing.
“Not even sure if she’d be genuinely disappointed. I just want to pay her back for fitting me out for tonight. I’ve wanted to try and engage in the social scene a little bit before I graduate. I’ve been taking High School too seriously the past couple of years. Refusing parties and nights out and sleepovers and cheerleading get-togethers in favour of training and practising, with some prize or accolade always on my mind. Now I’m 18 and I’ve realised there are very few people I could call close friends, and one of them’s my ex-boyfriend.
And it’s working. Tonight’s been a lot of fun, and I’ll definitely go to more parties and gatherings in the future, especially if there’s dancing and free drink, but I can’t just let go and spend the whole night dancing, as much as I want to. Besides, even I get tired eventually.”She stretched, and then turned to Rose and offered her hand, introducing herself.
“I’m Madison. Madison Weaver.”By now, Rose had put away her Gameboy, fully invested in the conversation. With both hands, she grabbed Madison’s and gave it a friendly shake,
“Ilyana. Ilyana Powers. But most people know me as Rose. Some people don’t even know that ‘Ilyana Powers’ exist because Rose just… stuck. Derives from my middle name. Rosalyn. My mama’s mom. Ilyana is my daddy’s mom. She is Ana. I think it would be weird if I were Ana too. My mama’s mom. I never met her. She died when mama was young… I’m getting off track.” Maybe she needed more weed.
Releasing Madi’s hand, Rose ran both hands through her unruly blonde hair,
“I don’t really come to parties to socialize. Socializing happens, yeah, but I like seeing people. People inspire my work. Other than that, Dreamland with my brother and friends is the perfect place to be. Maybe I’ll take you some time. You look like you could handle my dad’s playground.” Rose nodded to herself, proud that she was making this girl feel better.
“I don’t have a huge pool of friends. Actually, the person that I came here for tonight, we stopped talking to each other years ago. But, he did something to me that I wanted explanation to. Then I realized I did something to him years ago, with hardly any explanation… which made us no longer friends. I cut ties with him because he was just… different? We’re very different people. From different worlds.” Rummaging through her backpack, Rose took out a tiny notepad and a pen. She began gracefully scribbling something.
“Adubs, Quincy, Wyatt, Rafael, Jax, they’re like me. Weird and people that just don’t care. They’re my family. We’re small, but it’s enough… I’m happy with them. There’s also Shi and Honey, but they float around, and I don’t blame them for wanting to make friends everywhere. To each their own.” Ripping the paper off, Rose revealed a doodle of her playing her Gameboy and Madi sitting next to her, smiling. Above the doodle was her digits and above her digits was her full name. Ilyana Powers.
“Your first number of the night. The Misfit, Powers. Nothing romantic, though. I’m not one to sleep around and have one night stands... I’m not even sure I’m one to date… Let’s be friends and see where that takes us, yeah?” Rose beamed at her new friend. Someone she was deliberately letting in, to her world, which consisted of a few burners, a couple of weirdos, a daredevil of a dad, an art genius mom, and a lot of love.
Family love.
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