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Spider-Kai - Flashback Log
May. 10th, 2021 09:54 pmGwen's first two weeks in California were fairly uneventful. She got registered for school, missed the first day because of a stomach virus and therein missed a full in school riot. She doesn't regret that. She wouldn't have wanted to be involved, anyway.
There were shopping trips with her grandparents to get stuff for her bedroom, and time spent with some of the local teenagers getting a feel for where people hang out. And during a lot of these outings, both with her grandparents and her new friends, there was a boy. Just seen in passing, but she'd certainly noticed him. How could she not? The mohawk was badass, he had a cute smile. But she never seemed to be able to head over to say hi. Either her grandparents needed her, or she was dragged away by friends to the next whatever.
As far as she could tell, the only thing she could do was hope he went to her school. She'd definitely try to say hi then.
For today, since it was a Saturday, Gwen had decided to stay home. Her brothers and her dad went out to run errands and Gwen uncovered the drum set that sat in their garage, surrounded by her karate and ballet trophies.
With her laptop playing music nearby, Gwen sat and played along. She realizes it's probably irritating the neighbors, drumming isn't exactly quiet, but Gwen needs the moment to unwind, and this song happened to be one of her favorites. Not a single beat is missed when she's drumming, a soft smile on her face as this is her zen and peace and even between taps of her drum sticks, she manages a couple tricks, twirling the sticks between her fingers or tossing them and catching them before they're needed for another beat.
She's not entirely lost in the music, however, because movement catches her attention and she looks up.
Her drumming stops, the song continues and she points with her drumsticks at the guy standing just outside of her garage.
"Okay, now? Now I think you're stalking me, whoever you are."
That...that's not how you make friends, Gwen. And how did you make this sound flirty? What's your secret?
There were shopping trips with her grandparents to get stuff for her bedroom, and time spent with some of the local teenagers getting a feel for where people hang out. And during a lot of these outings, both with her grandparents and her new friends, there was a boy. Just seen in passing, but she'd certainly noticed him. How could she not? The mohawk was badass, he had a cute smile. But she never seemed to be able to head over to say hi. Either her grandparents needed her, or she was dragged away by friends to the next whatever.
As far as she could tell, the only thing she could do was hope he went to her school. She'd definitely try to say hi then.
For today, since it was a Saturday, Gwen had decided to stay home. Her brothers and her dad went out to run errands and Gwen uncovered the drum set that sat in their garage, surrounded by her karate and ballet trophies.
With her laptop playing music nearby, Gwen sat and played along. She realizes it's probably irritating the neighbors, drumming isn't exactly quiet, but Gwen needs the moment to unwind, and this song happened to be one of her favorites. Not a single beat is missed when she's drumming, a soft smile on her face as this is her zen and peace and even between taps of her drum sticks, she manages a couple tricks, twirling the sticks between her fingers or tossing them and catching them before they're needed for another beat.
She's not entirely lost in the music, however, because movement catches her attention and she looks up.
Her drumming stops, the song continues and she points with her drumsticks at the guy standing just outside of her garage.
"Okay, now? Now I think you're stalking me, whoever you are."
That...that's not how you make friends, Gwen. And how did you make this sound flirty? What's your secret?
