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driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
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2/2 (memory)
[You find yourself inside a stall of the women's bathroom at your high school, and for good reason. Ever since your best friend Topanga cut her hair, her confidence has skyrocketed - not coincidentally, at the exact same time your other best friend Cory's plummeted. While you don't usually make it a point to meddle in your friends' love life (as Cory and Topanga are usually that sickening couple you yell at), you're going to make an exception.
So you stand there, waiting until Topanga enters the bathroom before you dramatically open the stall door and announce, "Here's how I see it--"
"You guys know you really can't make it a habit to be in here," Topanga interjects, reminding you of the last time you wandered in. (In your defense, girls get couches!! And a strangely cleaner bathroom, but details.)
"I grew up with these two people," you continue, ignoring her remark for now, "And I guess, uh, they're my two best friends in the world."
"Anybody I know?"
You're dangerously close to rolling your eyes. "As I understand it, one of them, whom in my opinion is a good looking guy, is going through a shaky time right now."
There's worry in her eyes. "Where is Cory right now?"
"Not as important as where you are, Topanga. In all the time that I've known you, I can't ever remember you looking in a mirror." For as long as you could remember, you had admired her self-confidence and her ability to see past others' appearance - and now that she gets a cute hair-cut, she becomes this creature who stares in front of a mirror the whole day?
You, Cory, and Topanga have been eternally close. The best of friends, even - but if something as superficial as appearances is gonna rock your world, you're not sure how much longer that friendship'll last.
At the end of your speech, when you tell her how "this isn't the Topanga you knew," but you're all going through changes - there's a look of horror in her eyes. She turns the faucet on, dips her beautiful hair in it full force, and flicks it back, knocking a full head of hair in your face.
Even though you're totally grimacing, because ew, hair, you can't help feeling relieved. Maybe, some friendships are meant to be eternal.]
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[Before he can remark on more of the wonders of modern transportation, he's viewing the memory. He can understand the problem, even if he hasn't really experienced this particular thing himself. It's difficult, sometimes, when you're so close to people, and you can see them spiralling into something that won't ever help them in the long run.
When it finishes, and Shawn gets a face full of hair, he gives a soft, amused huff. ]
Girls, huh?
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[Shawn grins, as the memory fades back into the clear sky and empty road before them. While the exit sign's disappeared from the highway, there's now a point of interest sign on the right-hand side.
The glove compartment is still ajar, with CDs stashed inside, and of course, the graduation tassel and Chubbies' keychain hang off his rearview mirror. While you're not quite back to where you started yet, Shawn slows down a little.]
You feel like exploring the road to the canyon more, or do you wanna double back to the beginning?
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[Sokka points at the pint of interest sign. ]
Far be it from me to avoid anything that might be interesting.
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[Shawn drives closer to the sign so Sokka can see it better. The point of interest sign - points of interest, rather - has three places prominently listed: Lipstick Mirror, Canned Soup Cove, and Superbowl Stadium.
Unlike the earlier sign, they're all ridiculously close in distance - and so if Sokka so chooses, he can see all of them at once; only one or two of them; or absolutely none at all.]
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CANNED SOUP COVE!! CANNED SOUP COVE!!
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With that kind of enthusiasm, how could we not go?
[As Shawn continues to drive, he slows down, and the road ahead fades into yet another memory. This time, Shawn's lying on a couch in some apartment, his entire body covered in spots from the dreaded chicken pox.
His older brother chooses that moment to remind Shawn of his priorities, that he needs to apologize to a close friend of theirs, one who nursed them back to health over these past couple of days. ("Oh, you know the one I mean - her names rhymes with Noschmanga?")
"It's not my fault, Jack," Shawn says, the irritation clear as he sits up. "This is what happens when you're friends with a couple and they break up - you're forced to choose sides. Cory's my best friend." If he couldn't be friends with both, then he'd end things with Topanga.
The remorse's clear on Jack's face as he apologizes - when he was sick, with a super high temperature, he'd blurted out Shawn's true feelings - but Shawn shakes his head. It's uncomfortable for Topanga too, and he really doesn't think she's coming back.
There's a knock at the door, and - well, there's Topanga. As Jack leaves to give them some space, Topanga tells Shawn that she gets it.
Except Shawn interrupts to say, "You know he used to tell me how wonderful you were? But guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That's when the truth comes out. You know I've waited fifteen years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you know what he--"
Topanga cuts him off, insisting she doesn't want to hear this and that all she came here to do was to tell Shawn that he is an unappreciative little jerk. "If you're so uncomfortable around me that we can't be friends now that I'm not seeing Cory, then maybe we were never really friends at all." She dares him to say that to her face too.
"Now that you've broken up, he still tells me how wonderful you are." Shawn stands up now, with a sigh as he faces her. "But I wanted to tell you to your face that if I knew that you and I weren't friends anymore, it'd break my heart too."
He means it; even if Cory & Topanga's relationship didn't last, she's still one of the most constant things in his ever-changing life. Topanga stares at him for a second, breaks out into one of the most genuine smiles Shawn's ever seen, and then says, as she pulls out a can, "Want some soup?"
Relieved, Shawn jokes, "Will you feed it to me?"
As Topanga nods, the memory fades back into the road. Shawn starts driving again, but slower than before because he's got a present for Sokka. In his free hand, there's a red thermos. If Sokka takes it and opens it up, he'll find a warm cup of chicken noodle soup to slurp down for the rest of the ride.]
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OOOOH, soup!
[He'll happily slurp some of the soup. You're good people Shawn. ]
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[It's a bit of a misnomer: Topanga can cook, it's just incredibly mediocre, so they stick to what they can snag at the grocery store. All the same, the smell alone invokes good memories.]
I figured, if you're gonna drive through memory lane with me, you might as well leave with a full stomach.
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[He should bring it to his world, to be honest. So many starving people would be fed. ]
No one wants to visit memories on an empty stomach.
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[He nods in agreement.]
So... do you wanna see some more? You're the one in charge here, so we can either keep on this path, or we can go see some of my favorites.
[Read: he'll actually steer Sokka to his favorite road, but he's not supposed to be biased here, so he taps his finger on the steering wheel as he tries to keep a (somewhat) neutral expression on his face.]
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Okay, let's head to one of your favourites. I'm all for that, dude.
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[Off to his favorites it is! Shawn takes them away from Topanga Canyon, and back towards Cornelius Corner. The road fades again into a memory; this time, they're standing inside a packed restaurant - and Shawn looks way younger than he has in any memory so far. (He can't be more than eleven here.)
"Don't worry about me, Shawn, I was just leaving," another young boy says, turning towards the stairs.
"Why? I got an order of chili cheese fries, extra gravy," little Shawn says, gesturing towards the table.
"Naw, you're too busy with those other guys," the kid says, and Shawn stares at him as if the kid's grown a third head.
"What other guys?"
"The ones sitting at your table."
"So? They'll make room."
"Shawn, they're gonna see you talking to me," the kid says, gesturing to himself.
Shawn's face grows suspicious as he says, "You know, you've gotten real weird since you've been invited to this party. You don't want to hang out with me anymore?"
The kid says, so loudly that the entire restaurant hears, "I'M A GEEK!" With a hand, he dismisses everyone's stares, "Oh, like you didn't know."
Shawn pulls the kid away to a booth, "Cory, what're you talking about?"
"I'm the worst kind of geek. I'm a geek who didn't know he was a geek."
A look of understanding washes over Shawn's face. "Cory?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I hang out with geeks?"
"No, that's why I'm leaving--"
Shawn grabs Cory by the arm. "Come on... you're my best friend, man. You've just gotta loosen up."
Cory's a bit stunned that Shawn doesn't think Cory's this proverbial geek, even having to ask to be reassured of it, until Cory asks "Am I cool?"
Shawn laughs. "Of course not."
"Then what AM I?"
"You're Cory. I'm Shawn, just like it's always been. What else do you need to know?"
Cory puzzles over it for a second. "I need to know how to be cool. Like you."
Shawn stares at him in utter bafflement. "I'm not cool."
"Yes, you are!"
Shawn pauses, having to ask for clarification - Cory insists that this place, and the people they're with, is a cool party, and that Shawn is the center of it. Which doesn't sound right to little Shawn at all, because he only wants to be wherever Cory is (no more, no less).
So after some deliberation, Shawn says, "Let's bail."
Cory again rambles about how this proves Shawn's coolness, because he can go wherever he wants and the party will flock to him, but Shawn just stars at Cory as if he's speaking another language. Sometimes, he swears, he's not gonna get this kid.
So he says, with a laugh as he gestures towards the stairs, "Cory? Shut up."
He knows where he wants to be, and if it means ditching a party to hang out with his best friend - then well, he's gonna do just that.]
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Looks like he's a pretty important best friend. It's always good to have onea those.
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[Which, thankfully, is an exaggeration - but it might as well be truth for Shawn. They're cruising on the highway again; there's a points of interest sign on the right-hand side, along with another sign to return them to the highway.
Although Sokka's thermos of chicken noodle soup will never run out (as long as he's in the car), he can still check out the glove comparment's CDs or the graduation tassel. Shawn, however, reaches up for the Chubbies' keychain, and puts it back in his pocket.]
Man, I used to love that restaurant too. Cory and I must've kept it running ourselves, from all the times we'd hang out there after school.
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[It's really not an exaggeration for Sokka. Not at all. He'll start rifling through the CDs, Earth music is still very much new to him. He's always happy to expand his knowledge on the subject. ]
Yeah? They serve good food?
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Hey, after you figure out a song you like, I could drop you off there. We should make a pit stop at some point, anyways.
[He's in luck! Shawn's car is filled with sweet 90's goodness in every CD. While most are your mainstream alternative rock, there's a few that shake a little when held, as if begging to be opened. Shawn, of course, doesn't notice.
His choices are:
A) A video game soundtrack about a cute blue hedgehog
B) A Counting Crows album
C) A smudged album, titled "For Shawn,"
D) Collective Soul album (cw: hospitalization, severe injuries)
E) A Green Day album
F) Nada Surf Album (queued up to "Popular")
G) ... no choice. the looped song's catchy enough as it is.]
A
[Hmm hmm, he takes a minute to decide, before picking the hedgehog one. He only know Mario right now. ]
Why is it blue?