The Empty Section of The Lot

[Cal Libitina]

Cal had been around the past few weeks. Just around. School had been pretty damn slow in her opinion but what was she to do? She didn't control the curriculum flow nor did she want to go to her counselor and ask to be put in more.. challenging classes because lord knew it wouldn't go her way. It'd end up with her having to go back to her counselor to beg them to switch her back. Too much shit to go through and when it came to shit, Cal was too lazy to be bothering with any of it. Her stuffed animal was hugged firmly to her chest as she sat on her white pickup's hood, the only vehicle around this neck of the woods when it came to the lot. Checking her phone she could see it had become Sunday as of ten minutes ago so, she supposed, there'd be no harm in greeting daybreak. It had been a while since she stayed up long enough to watch the sun break the dark horizon and slowly bathe everything in its dull, pastel glow.. making everything and everyone under it beautiful for the expanse of a measly hour. When she was into her photography thing, she'd find lawns with dew still on them just to take those really awesome water drop close ups with the morning sun echoing inside of each. It was really unoriginal and probably the most cliche shit to do when it came to photography but it made her feel like she had accomplished something back in her younger days. Her mums encouraged it at least.

Her left hand came up to run through her wig's locks, in turn, her lips quirking upward with a nostalgic fondness that crossed her face less frequently now. She had come to terms with that fact that one day she'd always be on her own. That home wasn't forever. Home, with her moms, would always be there but in the near future she'd have to get her own place and that place would have to be her home. It'd be the place where she'd come back to, sleep in, eat in, have parties in, bring people - bring her family one day to show them she was doing well. Every thought had slowly begun to include her parents more and more and more and eventually it was all she could think about until she asked herself the one thing she had never wanted to ask herself as long as she lived.

Would she ever… bring back either of her mums after they..?

She covered her lips with her hand, stomach convulsing violently with the mere thought and she was quick to push it out of her head. Something like that shouldn't even be in her head right now. Her mums were at home, happy together. They had - she had - years ahead to spend with them and she'd squeeze everything out of them until it was time to say goodbye so there'd be no temptation. None.

Shit.
Jumping off of the truck's top, well, sliding off somewhat gracefully, her heels clacked on the pavement below and she threw the driver's door open to put on some tunes. Distracting herself from where her thoughts were going wouldn't be an easy feat but it could be done. Okay. uhm.. Ponies. ..They were cool. She guessed. Ponies, Unicorns, Charlie the Unicorn, Charlie from Perks, Logan Lerman, Emma Watson, Burberry, Fashion, Shopping -- shopping would be good. Was the mall even open at this time of night? ..Morning? No. She'd have to wait. Ugh! Shit, it was Sunday! God damn it. That meant they opened late. Did she have homework to do? No. That shit was long done. Fuuuuck! Oh! OH. BREAKFAST. Eating would be good! But she usually… ate at the mall. God fucking damn it. This blowed. Cal crossed her arms as she leaned against the side of her truck and stared up at the stars trying to pacify herself. Calm down dude! Your plans aren't entirely up in flames. Just.. get some coffee somewhere and chill there. Take your laptop - check if they do the whole wifi shit and then you can really eat at the mall. Problem solved. Her smile was back and her shoulders sagged completely. Problem solved indeed. Touche self!

[Everil Quirst]

An early night. Hmph! Friends.. they weren't really friends. Going home early like that. They ruined all her fun. Curfew or not, or blaming their parents. Everil only found it irritating. She crossed her arms, huffing lightly in her seat in the back of the sleek black car that was currently on it's way back to her school. The past weeks for her had been pretty much uneventful. She'd dyed her hair blonde. That had been quite enjoyable. She was starting to quite enjoy the color, even though it wasn't nearly as eye catching as her usual red. It was growing on her. The fifteen year old sighed, setting her elbow on the arm of the car's door and laying her chin in to her hand with an look of obvious distaste. She hadn't wanted to be home this early. Maybe she should have just stayed at the club, friends or not. Some friends those idiots turned out to be though. They had to be stupider than dirt, the way they went on about themselves and their lives. Idiots masquerading behind their parents money. Trust fund babies, plain and simple.

Her brown eyes drifted closed, free hand wrapped around her black clutch tightly with annoyance. She would never be that girl. The money was lovely, but those were idiots. Idiots made nothing of themselves. Brainless numskulls that did nothing but jet around and party with their parents money their entire lives. No, that was not going to be her. Not when she'd already come so far. Lids lifting again, her perfectly painted lips curved gently, smirking with the most devious gleam in her eyes. So much to do. It was a good thing she was only fifteen. Not that her parents would ever see the young woman Everil was becoming, but she didn't exactly mind that at all. She was her own person now. Not her sappy mother or too-busy for her father. She wasn't even her oblivious grandmother, no. She was Everil. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

The smirk faded from her lips and she relaxed back into her seat as the car pulled into the usual area to drop her off, secluded. Away from those she disliked. Which, was most everyone, but that was beside the point. She couldn't just waltz into the school this far past curfew. Then she would have to talk her way out of detention or whatever else they tried to slap on her. As fun as that thought was, she was more interested in causing trouble somewhere else. As the car pulled to a stop she sat up a little, waiting as she heard the driver get out. He walked around to her door and opened it for her, to which she stepped out of the car easily, her heels clicking on her ground. Pity. She'd gotten all dressed up and the night had turned out to be quite the bust. A couple of hours in a dull club only to be dumped by a bunch of idiots. With a flick of her blonde curls she waved the driver off, who simply bowed and closed the door behind her to return to the car. She didn't much care for the man. What was his name? She didn't know. No point, really. So long as he was there when he was supposed to be. She could care less. He drove her around, did as he was told, and went home to his mediocre life.

Everil stepped towards the sidewalk, head turning towards the sound of music with a little interest. She wasn't the only one up at this hour, it seemed. Or at least she wasn't the only one who didn't give a damn about curfew. Others could be up, just hiding in their dorms like the little mice they were. She smirked slightly, eying the girl leaning against the pick up truck for a moment as she walked past. Cute girl. A bit strange for her tastes, obviously not of money. Still could be good for a bit of fun though. Especially considering she was out this late. But how to approach it? Curious. It wasn't often she was unsure of such a thing. The girl looked like she had attitude. She could work with that, most certainly.

As she passed the girl and her truck she looked to her, eying her carefully and narrowing her eyes, just a little with a look of distaste. "You could turn that off, you know. Unless you're trying to get caught," She remarked, eyes rolling and looking back ahead of her. Once her back was to the girl a light smirk tugged at her lips once more, quite satisfied with herself. The girl would take the bait or she wouldn't. No harm no foul either way. Her night was already dull. it wasn't going to get any worse if this girl ignored her.