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Who: November and Hawthorne
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
The brief message from November was a pleasant turn of surprise.
He thought her pretty cute, though quiet. He figured he was too much trouble for a girl like that, but at 3 o'clock in the morning Hawthorne was game for anything and not going to pass up this opportunity.
He looked her up in the school address book and apparated to her front stoop and took out his phone again to text "i'm here." He didn't know what her home situation was like and whether or not he'd get a face full of angry dad fist if he knocked on the door.
Pulling the door open her eyes widened a little and her mouth dropped. This was not the Nikitin she expected. She stared at Hawthorne dumbfounded for a moment before stepping aside. "Uh... hi," she said. She was almost tempted to ask him if she had texted him instead of Manney but didn't want to make him feel bad. He had come all the way out here. "Come on in," once her back was turned she briefly slapped herself in the head and then turned back to him, her face flushed a bit.
"Do you want something to drink or eat?" She figured she could at least sneak off to put a hoodie on or something.
"Got any beer?"
He liked this girl. She wasn't afraid to crank it up musically and she was kind of funny for someone so quiet. "You're a rocker girl," he said and it was a compliment more than a commentary.
"Born and raised baby," she said before playing loudly, even hopping around a little. This was the loudest she even got and Thorny was witnessing something that barely anyone got to see. When the song came to an end her face was a little flushed.
"Shit dude. When we're back at school we need to jam sometime. You, me, and Lukey. We'll fucking rock that shit."
He set the pink guitar back on its stand and picked up a banjo. "Can't say as though I've ever played one of these monsters." He plucked it a few times. It had an entirely different sound and feel to it, but he liked it.
November set down her guitar and watched him for a minute as he inspected the banjo. "It's pretty fun, you can go nuts with a banjo," she picked up the other banjo and played a short and fast paced country tune with a big grin. "Goofy right?" she laughed.
"Try this," she showed him a a simple line and even put his fingers into the right position, looking up at him shyly as she did so.
"I dig it dude." He stopped the strings and listened as she played. "It's goofy as fuck, but then so am I. It's like we're made for each other."
Thorny hadn't given up on the seduction thing entirely. He was pleased that she put her hands on his, adjusting his fingers. He played the line and grinned even while he fucked it up. "All right, show me again."
"Pints. Pints. Pints! BEER ME!"
She slid a glass over to him and took a sip of her own. "Wanna go to the living room?" she asked, leaning against the counter a little.
He took his drink and nodded happily. "Yeah. I'll follow you anywhere."
"Even off a bridge?" she teased looking back at him. "They always say you gotta watch out for the quiet ones," she grinned.
She made herself comfortable at the end of the couch in the living room, sitting with her legs folded up under her body.
He plopped down next to her on the middle cushion, clearly too close but also not caring very much. "Your parents know how to keep a house man. This shit is the bomb."
"I'm more into music and art." He didn't want to say he was an artist because that just sounded pretentious, but it was really the only thing he was into. "And you know, drugs and art kinda go hand in hand. Dunno why, but they do. Tried it and liked it. One day I'll probably stop, be too old or some junk like that."
Then he was beaming like a fool because she hadn't flipped his hand off and she had even moved a little closer. "I could probably see a way to make that happen."
"Oh me too, especially photography, 'cept I don't like getting my picture taken," she said getting excited. "I get it from both sides, my mom's a tattoo artist and my dad's always been really into music too." She was pretty glad her parents were artistic it kind of gave her room to be weird. "It's probably a good idea to stop some day," she said with a little shrug. "Don't want to be an aging rocker with an addiction, you'll end up on some terrible reality tv show," honestly... it was a legitimate concern she had for her own father.
"Good, I would like that," she said happily.
"That's kind of fucking awesome." He removed his hand from her shoulder to roll up his t-shirt sleeve and show her his tattoos. "My uncle does ink work, though not for a job or anything. He gives all the kids tattoos on their 16th birthdays. Lukey and me get matching ones." Which he thought sounded a lot less lame in his head.
"Can you imagine? Thorny's Roses, or something idiotic like that. It'll be a dating show. And I'll have a pot belly."
"Oh nice," she beamed, completely forgetting her shyness again, she ran the tips of her fingers over his tattoo briefly. "This is really nice work," she complimented, pulling back a little. "Dinosaur motor club though? What's it mean?" She smiled at him warmly. "Me and my sister both got the same chest piece," she said pointing to the La Mia Famiglia on her chest. "Except hers is on her back."
She snorted a little. "Oh definitely," she laughed. "And you'll be wearing a nasty little tank top that's stained," she teased.
He wasn't about to run his fingers over her tattoo. He was saucy, but he could tell already that November wasn't that kind of girl. "We've got to figure out new ones for next year. It's like a tradition. I always wait for his birthday in March."
He laughed as the image of him in a stained, ribbed tank top appeared in his mind. "And cut off jean shorts and flip flops. And I'll wear aviators and a smoking jacket. And I'll carry around a tobacco pipe." Filled with weed, of course, he thought.
He shrugged again. "It's not the worst. Usually just extra chores. One time West wasn't up to running detention and he handed me over to Setzer. That dude... He had me reorganize the newspaper archives and the whole time he was just chattering on about his drug experiences. That dude was in Haight-Ashbury at the peak of it. Probably the best detention I've ever served."
He didn't say whether or not he liked cinnamon toast or girls dancing around in the skivvies, but he grinned just the same.
"Oh man, Setzer is the man. I have literature I with him this semester. We spend most of the class just talking about his misadventures. I've been thinking about joining th school paper just to hang out with him."
She dropped her head on his shoulder at the silly grin on his face. "You're a goof," she said laughing a little.