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Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I...; you forgive, you forget but you never let it go (private)
Topic Started: Mar 15 2016, 05:35 AM (1,150 Views)
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Jasmine sat on the couch in front of her family’s TV, the inner machinations of a clock ticking around in her head as she turned it to look outside the front window. Still nobody. She couldn’t see anybody walking down her driveway. She tapped her foot against the carpet, creating a muffled beat that kept itself in time with the clock ticking within her head. How long had she been waiting for? She decided to come down from her bed to the living room around five minutes ago so that when her guest arrived she’d be able to get to the door quickly (and because god knew that she didn’t want Julian to get to the door first), but it seemed that she had come down way too early since her guest still hadn’t appeared yet. 1:25. That was the time she saw on her laptop the moment before she came down here and.. God, five minutes had to have passed by now, right? She kept tapping her foot on the floor, the clock in her head slowly growing louder and louder with each passing beat.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She got up, off the couch, and started walking towards the kitchen. Her steps were brisk, loud, blind to everything around them. She had passed her cat on the way over there but she barely noticed it, not even reaching down for a quick stroke as it snoozed on one of the dining room chairs. She needed a real clock. She needed to make sure that she wasn’t slowly going insane with each tick bouncing through her head. The microwave. That had a pretty accurate clock, from what she recalled. Maybe it was a little fast but it generally wasn’t more than a minute or so ahead. She entered the kitchen, noticed the giant pile of dishes still unlocked (Julian’s responsibility, not hers) and turned towards the microwave’s clock.

1:32.

Her guest was officially late.

She walked back into the living room, her steps slightly louder than before. Her guest was late. She didn’t know what that meant. They were probably running late or had misremembered the time but what if they weren’t actually coming? Wait, no, that wasn’t going to happen. She was going to come and Jasmine was going to give her a tour around the house and then they’d watch Sherlock and then they were going to head off to the park together and then they’d have a sleepover. They’d just have a time together where they didn’t have to worry about schoolwork or timetables or anything like that. She sat back down onto the couch, the ticking of the clock becoming slowly growing louder and louder as her eyes kept switching between the blank TV screen and the front window.

It was two minutes. They were two minutes late. She didn’t have to stress about this. Her guest was probably running low on time. It was nothing to worry about. In a couple of seconds she’d hear a rapping on the door that didn’t follow the beat of the ticking and then they’d have fun and she’d soon stop thinking about the goddamn ticking.

At least, that was what she hoped would happen. She had no idea how long it was going to take at this rate.
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Jasmine heard the door knock, and the ticking in her head soon went to the back of her mind.

Irene’s voice calling into the house soon confirmed that Jasmine wasn’t just hearing things. She jumped up, almost tripping on the carpet as she ran around the couch, before she reached the front door. She grabbed the knob, tried to turn it. Fuck, it was locked. She fumbled with the little locking in the middle, trying to get a grip on it despite her hands slipping whenever she tried to wrap her fingers around it. Goddammit, why was it suddenly so hard to open the door now that she needed to open it quickly? She grabbed the knob, accidentally moving her hand too far and hitting it against the wood behind the knob. She moved her hand away from the door, shaking it as she felt the pain throb through her hand. Why couldn’t she open it? How was it so hard for her to open a door? What would Irene think? She could likely see her silhouette through the door’s green tinted window. Was she laughing at her? Would she mock her for it? Would her day off be ruined because Irene wouldn’t let her imperfections go?

Wait, no, she was panicking, wasn’t she? Her best friend was on the other side of the door and here she was, worrying about how long she was taking and her issues with the door and if Irene was mocking her for this. She took a breath. It was going to be fine. Irene did things like this on a daily basis, so she’d emphasise. Besides, they friends. Best friends, even, ever since they were put next to each other in middle school. She wouldn’t mock her for it. She’d smile. She’d laugh, and Jasmine would laugh with her. And then she’d take her around the house and then they’d watch Sherlock and then Jasmine would take her to the park she had always loved and then they would go back to her house and then she’d sleep over, sharing with Jasmine what she had learned about her fellow classmates. It didn’t matter if she mocked her or not, everything was still going to be fine.

So, slowly, she twisted the lock at the end of the doorknob and opened the wooden door. After that, she focused on the lock of the flyscreen door and pushed it up, opening the second door. She then looked up off the lock, and looked Irene Djezari in the eyes, smiling. From the heart, although she probably already knew that.

The two, again, had met during middle school. It was the first day when the English teacher had decided to place them both together. They shared idle talk with each other when the teacher allowed them to do work, and when the lunch bell rang, Irene followed her to where Jasmine sat. They talked, again, sharing each other’s lives; and every day after that, they both went to the same place and talked, sometimes about other students and sometimes about how strict their teachers were and really, whatever just came into their mind. Other people soon joined them, and she talked with them, but nobody measured up to the girl who followed her out of class one day and just started talking.

Her first friend. Her best friend.

So when she saw her standing in the doorway in front of her house, she greeted her in the best way she knew how, jumping down from the little step and hugging her. She was warm, it felt… somewhat nice, in a way. Comfy. Welcoming. Not much different than a regular hug but slightly better, in a way.

“Hey, Rene,” she said, smiling as she held her.
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“I am our better half, after all,” Jasmine said, replying to Irene’s comment about genes. It was something that she kept saying to Jasmine every time the two greeted each other. She was pretty sure it was supposed to be a joke? If it was she didn’t find it very funny, but she didn’t really mind it. It was something they shared together, and she appreciated that. “And don’t worry, you’re not late.” She could feel Irene’s hands touch her back weakly. Jasmine chuckled, slightly. Irene had become a worse hugger over time, at some point as of late she'd only really been able to manage awkward grabbing. It still felt nice, though, even if it made Irene comfortable.

But after a second or two, she let go. The hug was starting to wear its welcome a little bit by this point. Plus, Irene might have gotten uncomfortable if she held on for a bit longer. Normally she’d hold on for however long she wanted to, mostly because she liked it when Irene got annoyed, but she was the honorary guest at the King household tonight, so she should be treated as a houseguest should; with care, dignity, and politeness.

Wait, hang on a moment, she was the guest! Jasmine was the one inviting her over! Tonight, she was a distinguished guest in the household; someone who should be treated with care and respect! Something like that, anyway; she doubted that Irene would really care too much about how she acted. Still, better safe than sorry, and she was showing off the place she lived to someone else, so it was better to act somewhat refined about it. She took a step back up through the door, stepping to the side slightly and raising her hands in a grand gesture. She chuckled, then. One of the freshman had done that when opening the door to drama club and they both couldn’t stop laughing about it behind his back through the whole session. God, that day had been great. She got the part she wanted, she got to laugh with Irene for a bit, and she had gotten an A on that English assessment. Really, this was also about them just sharing good memories together, in addition to all the other things. There was no way this night could go wrong.

“But anyway, as my guest, I implore you to take the first step inside my humble abode!”
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“Hey, darling, how was your day?” Jasmine asked, adopting an older, more feminine accent to match the voice that Irene had strut into the house with. They were referencing an improv skit that they had to perform for drama club a couple days ago. Basically, they in groups had to write down random lines onto a list, and then perform another group’s lines as a continuous story. They had actually gotten a fairly easy list to perform, given that the lines on it actually made a coherent story together. There was the weird bit at the end with the stabbing and the feminist statement, but compared to what some of the other groups eventually performed, they were fairly normal in comparison. They both liked that skit, and the intro to it had become a way for the two to meet each other within their unique lexicon. An in-joke that Jasmine actually got, if you will.

Irene soon dropped the accent, though, complimenting Jasmine’s place (something that got Irene a smile and a “Thanks!” from her) and asking where her room was. This got both a grin and a grimacing breath from Jasmine. The annotated tour of the King household had now begun. It was time to see whether she was going to regret asking her over or not.

“I am glad you asked that!” Jasmine exclaimed, placing her hands together in front of her chest. “Because that allows me to segue into the… um…”

What was the word that meant “once a decade?” It wasn’t coming to Jasmine’s mind. Oh well, she’d just have to be less grand for it then.

“I dunno what the word for it is, but we’re going to go tour my house!” She said, jumping on the spot. She moved to the other wall, flinging her arm out again, an action without quite as much irony in it this time.

“This is our family lounge room, where we shall be watching TV together after you’ve seen my bedroom!”




“And here is my bedroom!” Jasmine exclaimed, opening the door and walking in. It was a fairly small place, and it was really packed, but Jasmine didn’t really mind. Value for money, or something like that. It was the smallest of the bedrooms but it easily brought the most advantages. Like the window covering a large part of the north wall, for instance. Gave Jasmine a great view of another house and its pool. Also allowed her to listen in to what the neighbours were shouting when they were in the pool. It was never anything interesting but hopefully one day she’d get something juicy. The fact that her room was small also meant that it was easily to navigate. Desk to the east, window and toybox to the north, bed and chair to the west, bedside drawer, bookshelf and door to the south. It also had a nice, homely feeling to it. Probably gained from the fact that she had been in this room since she was six, but still, she was pretty sure Irene would like it.

She took another breath, grimacing. Time to see whether Irene liked her room or not.

“As you can see, it’s pretty homely. It has a nice view as well! If you look out the window, you get a nice view of the neighbour’s house, and if you get a look out the door, you get a lovely view of the toilet.” She said, giggling. “But anyway, what do you think?”
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Jasmine watched and smiled as Irene ran around, marvelling at her room. Apparently she liked it, which was a sigh of relief for Jasmine considering that there was now one less part of this sleepover that she had to worry about. Now she knew that Irene would be okay with sleeping here. Now the question was whether she was going to sleep on the floor or in the bed, but that didn’t matter too much in the grand scheme of things. Although she would prefer not to she could sleep on the floor if needed. She would try to make sure she got the bed though, maybe call dibs on it if it came to that. Knowing Irene she’d challenge her to some sort of silly game for it, but maybe with some convincing she could bow to the might of calling dibs. It was only natural for her, after all.

Irene then made a comment about how her parents would like to adopt her, and then continued and said that it’d be awesome if the two were related. That was… a bit of an odd statement for Irene to say, and Jasmine didn’t really know how to react to it. Was she being serious? Did she actually want to be sisters with her? What did she mean by that? Jasmine didn’t really know, and something told her that she didn’t want Irene to be serious there. She also mentioned the brothers from Supernatural, which was a show that Jasmine didn’t know a lot about. She remembered Irene mentioning it, Doctor Who and Sherlock as this trifecta in which Sherlock was the only good show but she knew nothing else about it, including who these “brothers” were. It might have been a good idea for her to ask what she actually meant by that, but she figured that it might be better to pass it off.

“Nah, if we were sisters that would make the two of us equal, and we certainly can’t have that.”

She puffed her chest, stood up tall. Time for the age old saying.

“I am your queen, after all.” She snickered. She still couldn’t take that line seriously, even after years of using it.
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Jasmine continued to watch Irene as she went through her little treasure chest, giggling slightly as Irene uncovered the wonders that laid within. They were mostly things that Jasmine had got whenever the Kings were on a road trip, but they still had some sentimental value to her; the cat was only there because it didn’t really fit anywhere else in the room and the bear was her favourite before it got its throat, like, torn open. She wasn’t even really sure how that happened. One day she looked at the bear and it was fine and a couple days later when she looked at it its head was half torn off. It was probably Molly’s fault, no way Jasmine could do something like that without realising it.

Still though, it was nice seeing these things come out. It was a blast from the past, in a way. Something that she could look at and smile because she knew where and when it come from. She wasn’t sure what Irene thought about her toys, but if she dismissed them as dumb Jasmine knew they wouldn’t have the same opinion. They actually meant a lot to her, and she didn’t think those feelings were going to change.

She had to admit that she did cringe a little though when Irene pressed on Peter, though. She thought that she had been able to escape the unholy screeching when she had banished him to the chest. It turned out that she was wrong. He had been released, and she now knew that she could never truly escape the terror only known as Pete the Parrot.

Unless she put him back into the toybox, of course.

“Yeah, um,” Jasmine said, watching as Irene put the parrot back into the chest. “That’s Pete the Parrot. I played with him all the time when I was like, eight. Soon he became corrupted with evil and I had to lock him away before the corruption reached the other animals.” That was a good enough backstory for him. It was something that Irene would at least find funny.

And then Irene had the gall to doubt her authority, saying that the princess by plot obligation was better than the queen. This was something Irene did all the time, but it wasn’t really a joke the two of them shared. It was more Irene trying to undermine her authority in a pathetic attempt to be seen as not inferior. To be fair, it was a joke, in a way. Her attempts were laughable and they both knew it. It was a good idea to at least respond to it, though, at least so that Jasmine could put her back into her place. Also made sure that her superiority her wasn’t compromised, for what that was worth.

“But, as the queen of this house, I have far more power than you could ever imagine,” she said, putting her hand to her neck and raising her head high. “As punishment for your insubordination, I order you to go to your room, or else…” She suddenly whipped her finger across her neck, pretending to slit her throat. “It’s off with your head.”

She grinned, snorting slightly. She again hoped that Irene would laugh.
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And she did! Jasmine’s grin set itself back into a smile as Irene let out a burst, moving towards her bookshelf and taking a look at what was on it. There wasn’t a lot on it, really. Well, there were things on it (it was almost full), but not a lot that she could consider personal, like the toybox. That didn’t mean that everything on it was superficial or unimportant though, far from that. Just from looking at it she could see things from her past that she was sure Irene would enjoy. Mini-history books which Jasmine was sure weren’t in print anymore, books stolen from school libraries with the covering still on top, and the 39 Clues series, preserved from a time when Jasmine didn’t know any better. Were they still publishing those books? She remembered that they were somehow coming out with a third series a few months ago but she didn’t know if people actually still read them or not. Well, it wasn’t like anyone actually cared about the books, anyway. The cards were where it was at.

But anyway, back to the story. Irene was checking her bookshelf, and had decided to again challenge her on her authority. Who did Irene think she was? A princess or something? She snorted, raising her head higher. This was clearly insubordinance on Irene’s behalf and she was not going to have any of that in her household.

“Well, Princess, it seems that you have forgotten who’s house this is. For your further insubordinance, I will need to exile you. Now, as a kind and forgiving queen, I will show my mercy and allow you to choose where you are exiled to.”

She giggled. Here was the good part. She knew that neither of them were actually taking this seriously but it was fun at least pretending to be a queen, at least for a bit. Bow down, peon, or it’s off with your head. Don’t you know you’re in the presence of royalty?

She giggled again. See, it was fun, and the best part was coming right up.

“You have two options, you can either go downstairs to the living room and watch Sherlock with me,” she said, pointing towards the door of her room.

“Oorrr…” she continued, switching her hands so that she pointed at the north-east corner of the room. Time for the good part. “You can sit in the naughty corner.”

She laughed, not quite loudly but loud enough to not be considered a giggle. She knew that it wasn’t proper etiquette to laugh at your own joke but she couldn’t help it, it had just come into her head and it was too funny for her not to use.

“Sorry,” she said, continuing to laugh. “I just can’t take what I’m saying seriously right now. Oh! By the way, I forgot to ask. How are you?”
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“Don’t try to pull that on me, Rene. We both know what you really do when no-one else is around,” Jasmine said, tightening her voice to give it a little bit of a sinister feel. Irene’s insubordinance was beginning to wear a little thin, but it was still worth entertaining at this point. Give the inferior being a false hope that maybe one day their existence would have validation. Not that she actually believed that, though; Irene was a great person and Jasmine was sure that she’d be super successful down the road. Sure, she tended to land C’s for most of her classes, but she did really well elsewhere and it wasn’t like her failures in class were necessarily a bad thing. If anything it helped their friendship: Irene wasn’t as smart as Jasmine was and thus Jasmine could keep holding on to her position as superior.

That didn’t mean that Irene was dumb, though. Far from it, actually. She got grades in maths and science that were far above average, and although Jasmine wasn’t really sure how it actually related to intelligence or what purpose it actually served suddenly challenging Jasmine to a race and giving yourself a headstart probably fit more into intelligence than it did in strength or beauty. Jasmine followed Irene down the stairs as quickly as she could, and although she couldn’t quite match Irene’s borderline sprint she managed to keep up around two to three steps behind her. She could move faster, and considering that Irene had cheated in suddenly launching off she definitely wanted to win this. Although she’d likely forget about it she did not want to lose a competition in such an unfair way; so she sped up, caught up on the stairs, and…

“Hey, no fair!”

They were at the bottom of the stairs, Jasmine’s attempt to break past thwarted because Irene was pushing against the walls. Jasmine pouted. That certainly wasn’t fair. She thought that was an equal race, not one that was impossible for her to win.

Wait, no, the race wasn’t actually over yet. They were at the bottom of the stairs, not the living room. She could still win this.

“However, as the current reigning queen of the household, I am the one who determines the rules,” she said, walking over towards the couch. “And as the current reigning queen, I decree that the first person to touch the couch is the winner of this race.”

She tapped the end of the couch.

“So I guess that you’re the rotten egg here, Irene.”
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“Ahaha.”

Jasmine giggled as she watched Irene pout and squirm about her loss. She placed a hand up to her mouth to cover it; she knew she was being rude, but it was just so fun watching her struggle, even if it was only a slight thing. She didn’t tend to do it to Irene much (because really, Irene was a friend, and Jasmine wasn’t going to mock her unless what she said absolutely deserved it) but she had to admit it was worth it when she did. It wasn’t the intended effect of her extending the boundaries of the race, but she was happy and willing to take all the benefits that her win gave her. Besides, it wasn’t like Irene was going to actually be angry at this; her pouting was more mildly annoyed than anything and Jasmine had seen her remain normal at far worse.

...She was annoyed enough to take her rage out on something, though. So much for making sure the couch looked neat. Really, she wasn’t sure how Irene constantly managed to do stunts like that without breaking her neck or at the very least injuring herself, like, morbid thoughts and the fact that that wasn’t really particularly stuntish aside Irene tended to jump around and do silly stuff like this. Not that Jasmine was complaining, though. It was cute when Irene did it. Not in that way, though. She knew that a couple of her classmates were into their own genders but she didn’t really belong in that club. She only had eyes for the cute goth dude from the year above her. She knew that she didn’t really have a chance with him but she couldn’t really help it, considering how pretty he looked whenever he walked into class and-

Whoops, off topic. Might be for the best if she didn’t do that again.

“Wow, Irene, you’re such a sore loser; now I have to go all the way to the other side of the couch,” Jasmine said, choosing to ignore her comment about being sunny-side up as she didn’t really have a comeback to that. She hoped that she had made it pretty clear in that what she said wasn’t actually serious, but if Irene took what she said at face value (like usual) she could explain that her comment about having to go to the other side of the couch wasn’t serious (like usual).

“So do you wanna just talk a bit or shall we get into the DVDs straight away?” Jasmine asked, nudging Irene’s head with her right leg. It tickled, slightly. Not something that made her burst out laughing (although really it was hard for tickling to make her laugh, they’d need to go to the stomach for it to affect her) but it made the grin on her face go a little bit wider for a second.
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Hmm…

Okay, yeah, this was pretty comfortable. Jasmine didn’t really know why she suddenly felt the other way for that split second there. She was on the couch, left hand laying casually on the armrest thingy, back leaning into the cushions as her guest laid their head on her leg. It felt nice, in a way, tingly, empowering. She could stay like this for a bit and be happy, not even having to do anything, just sitting here and chatting with the person who was pretty easily her best friend. And hey, if Jasmine managed to convince her into getting the gossip out it would be even greater. If that happened, then this would be short term good due to how it was making her feel and it’d be long term good due to the information she’d likely get. It was worth trying, at the very least.

“Oh no, it seems that I am undertaking punishment for my sins! Please, my lady, spare me from what I have brought upon myself.” Okay, probably not the best reply to that, but very sudden improv certainly wasn’t her talent. Not too big considering how rarely it happened but she was aware enough of it that she wanted to fix it. She wasn’t very sure as to how, though. Improv wasn’t exactly something that lended itself to being fixed with training, given the sudden nature of it.

“And there isn’t an episode five, Irene. There are only three episodes in a season. God, it’s like you don’t even care about what I want to show you.” A despairful tone filled her words, almost as if she was going to cry any moment now. Truth was that she didn’t really care, but she liked messing with Irene, if only just a bit.

And then Irene just decided to up and leave, going to the kitchen. Oof. Rejected, apparently. She had never dared ask a guy out but this must be how she’d feel if she asked out Jae and he said no. Okay, well, not really. She’d probably feel a lot worse about that and it wasn’t even like this train of thought was remotely serious, but she was in a somewhat jokey mood today and for whatever reason she felt like going there. Probably because her friend was over at her house finally or something. She didn’t really know. While the space was gone though she figured that she’d take the opportunity to seize more territory. She laid down so that now she was the one taking up most of the couch. Ha, now Irene was the one who was going to get punished.

“No, it’s fine,” she said, replying to Irene from the kitchen.
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“That’s better,” Jasmine replied, leaning her head back so she was looking upside down at the dining room. The kitchen was out of sight but she imagined that she was there in spirit, watching over Irene as she likely tried to get a drink from the fridge. Jasmine didn’t know what Irene was going for, but she imagined that it was probably going to be one of the coke or soda cans considering the stash that Julian had on the… fourth row at the very front. That was it. She remembered because of the many times she had to reach through or around the cans just to get the cheese or butter or something like that. As one could probably guess it was super annoying and she wished that he could find somewhere else to put them, although considering that she was struggling to figure out an alternate place to put them she supposed that he could keep them there for now. Maybe she’d just push them to the back of the fridge and move what she and everyone else needed to the front. That would teach him.

There was also the matter of how long she’d have to keep the queen act up to think about, but knowing her she had probably thought about it multiple times in the past couple minutes without even realising it. That happened sometimes, occasionally her head was even more over the place like usual and she had the same idea pop up in her head multiple times within 10 minutes without realising it. She normally just took a break then because whenever she was in that state she figured that it was unlikely that she was going to get any work done. That was also fairly annoying, especially whenever it happened when an assignment was almost due and she just couldn’t bring herself to focus on it. Hopefully she’d be able to work that off before 12th grade, otherwise she might actually start suffering problems and that certainly wasn’t something she wanted.

But anyway, Irene came back, plonking herself down on the couch again. She didn’t really seem to mind Jasmine taking up most of the room on the couch, which was good. Not that Jasmine taking up most of the room on the couch was a good thing in the first place, don’t get her wrong, but hey, if Irene was okay with her doing this then she supposed it’d be okay to do it. She was probably going to trash the couch doing this (especially since Irene had a drink that could very well easily get spilled on it, hopefully once she drank it all she’d just put it on the side table thingy and not get another carton) so although she was pretty comfortable doing this it wasn’t going to be something she did all the time. Best to take her chances while she had them.

Oh yeah, speaking of that:

“Is it okay if you just quickly get up again to turn the TV slash DVD player on? You’re probably going to have an easier time getting up than me, I’m afraid.” Okay, just clearing it up that wasn’t the original intention of lying down and she didn’t even really think of doing that until now, but considering the chance popped up she may as well take advantage of it.

“But yes, otherwise we watch,” Jasmine wasn’t really sure why Irene phrased things like that. It was probably something to do with the games she played. Not stuff she was really into but whatever, she wasn’t going to judge Irene for it. “Maybe talk a little as well. Considering that I’ve already watched this season you can ask me questions if you wish to.” No spoilers obviously, but hey, if it gave Jasmine the chance to talk gossip with her then she was going to take it while she had it. Three for three, or something like that.
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At her command, Irene got up and did what Jasmine politely asked her to do. Yes, just like how a loyal subject should. Wait, no. She frowned slightly. As she was trying to state before her lackadaisical mind got to her a little bit the queen persona could definitely grow old if she performed under it for too long. That didn’t mean she hated it - quite the opposite, in fact - but she preferred doing it more in small doses than for long periods of time. At least then the joke had been unused for long enough for it to be kinda funny and/or entertaining for her and jesus christ had Irene not seen a TV before? Jasmine stared, looking at her friend with one eye open further than the other. Surely it didn’t take her this long for her to turn the TV on at home, right? Irene was definitely smart but occasionally she had moments in which Jasmine wondered what was going on in there, with what was happening now being used as a prime example.

But eventually, she managed to turn the TV on. A clap and a cheer echoed through the room as soon as Jasmine saw the familiar blue screen of the DVD player. Part legitimate, part mocking. She figured Irene wouldn’t mind, considering the latter had previously given the former far worse. No examples she could think of, but they existed. You’d just have to take her on that.

Irene then said that they’d watch (again) and the watching/question time section had now apparently began. They had currently spent more time on questions than they had watching Sherlock so far but that was fine by Jasmine. Really part of this was so that she could talk to her friend and in the best case scenario get some stuff out of her. Well, in the case of best case scenario that was more something that wasn’t an intent but would be amazing if it happened. The aim of this was for them to chat together while they watched. Nothing more, really, but still, getting gossip would be a side effect of that which she wouldn’t mind.

But regardless, Irene asked her a question. It seemed fit that Jasmine answer her.

“I wasn’t that busy. I could easily spare a couple hours every fortnight to watch the episodes live. Just like how you procrastinate on your homework playing whatever the name of that game is you play.”
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League of Legends. Also the silly playground game which you couldn’t actually win but even after being reminded about it it didn’t really even reach the back of her mind. The last two words of the actual answer weren’t actually said, but now that she had gotten reminded of the first word the last two popped up in her mind as an addendum, appearing from memories of Irene talking about the game with other friends. She had even tried talking about it with Jasmine, although it wasn’t really a topic that interested her much. Although she could see why Irene liked it and figured that there might be at least some practical purposes for playing it she did not want to clutter up her time even further with another hobby, especially one that (according to what she’d read) could lead to more self-destructive habits. That, and video games just didn’t really interest her that much in the first place, although that wasn’t something she was going to tell Irene.

“And that’s why I get better grades than you,” Jasmine said, replying to the second half of that statement. Just a little quip. Nothing that Irene would really mind. Maybe she’d find it funny. Jasmine did, if you replaced the word funny with amusing and gratifying. Nothing really too much of those two previous words, but it made Jasmine feel a little smug; probably not the best feeling to have but it felt good, at least for the instant that it came.

They then watched, in silence for a little bit. Little bit meaning “not for long, though,” considering Irene’s next words. Later years. Words that creeped themselves into the back of her mind and growing louder and louder as they moved forwards. In the context of what Irene had said they meant the immediate future, as their senior years loomed upon them. Jasmine, however, was thinking after that. College, a place in the workforce. Truth be told, she hadn’t really thought that far yet. She had no doubt that she was going to get through the senior years with flying colours (according to what Julian said, nothing really changed much throughout high school, aside from exams and stuff, and although Julian was wrong about a lot of things he was usually correct on experiences, at the very least; only thing he was good for, really), but after that she had no idea what she was going to do. Well, she was going to to college, duh, but any words in front of her about what courses she’d take just turned into clouds and floated away.

Irene did ask a question that reaffirmed at least one part of what her future was going to be like, though. Well no, it wasn’t even a question. Just a dumb thing Irene said that was presented with a question mark at the end.

“Don’t worry,” Jasmine replied, almost leaning herself onto Irene but instead just placing her arm just around where her stomach was. Gesture? That seemed like the right word. Not really comfortable at all but given that Irene was hugging her leg it was obligation that she do a gesture of her own.

“I’m sure that even if our years become difficult I’ll still try to keep in touch with you.”

A small pause. A sentence while not half empty still wasn’t quite full, yet. A statement that Jasmine chose to add on the end of her sentence to fix that mistake.

“I promise.”

A truth.
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A toothy smile came up on Jasmine’s face as Irene failed to come up with a comeback. It was fake, but she was fairly sure that Irene both knew and didn’t mind it. It was a thing she did, and she hadn’t ever complained about it to her knowledge, so she imagined that it would be okay to do. If Irene ever told her to stop doing it, though, she’d make an active effort to not do it. Well, around her, anyway. She wasn’t really sure if she could hold it around people she thought lesser of but Irene was her closest friend; she’d change minor parts even if only for her. She mattered that much. First proper friend, as explained earlier. They had been friends since the start of middle school and even if Jasmine had to fight for it she wanted to make sure they stayed that way. At least until the end of high school.

Not that she’d have to fight for it, though, given that Irene had returned the promise. Not quite the way that Jasmine would have done it, but if you asked both a question you’d likely get the same answer two different ways. There was just a certain… way that made Irene so different and yet so familiar to her. Anyone else saying that the way Irene did likely would have irked her, but the way it just came out of her mouth made Jasmine forgive her, in a way. She knew that she was getting kinda sentimental about this and that if she was saying it out loud or otherwise sharing it to another person they would mock her for it but… she didn’t really know. She liked it that Irene had returned her promise and she liked the way Irene said it and honestly she liked thinking about this and feeling sentimental about all of this. She was happy that Irene had agreed to come to her house, and although the day was not yet over she knew that it was already fantastic, just from this.

She turned her head so that it rested on her own shoulder, moving her right arm to adjust it so since Irene was wriggling around on the couch so much.

“Thanks, Rene.” A smile, more real this time.

Silence (except for the people on the TV) reigned for a few moments, with Jasmine having moved her arm back to herself at this point given Irene’s moving around. It soon broke, with Irene asking her how she was going. Jasmine blinked. Had neither of them asked that question during the time Irene was here? She was pretty sure she had said it upstairs somewhere but if Irene was asking her this at this point it would probably be for the first time.

It was kind of a silly question to ask at this point, but admittedly there was a way that she could make it slightly useful. She felt slightly uncomfortable saying this to Irene but she knew that it was going to be okay. She had done it before and Irene didn’t seem to really mind.

“I’m doing fairly well. for the most part. There is something that’s bothering me slightly, though.”

What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, after all.

“That girl who seems to be hanging around our group nowadays. Mary, I think her name is. Do you know why she’s suddenly eating lunch with us?”
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Jasmine’s smile fell, slightly. Slowly, of course. She wasn’t surprised, just very very disappointed.

“So that’s why?”

She asked inquisitively, hiding the disappointment from her voice. Considering her sudden arrival in the group and how she near immediately started latching onto Irene Jasmine honestly thought that there’d be more to it than that. A better reason of some kind was what she was thinking of. Hoping for, in a way. It was a topic that had been on her mind for the past couple days or weeks or so and to see it be something so actually minor just made the balloon of Jasmine’s interest slowly deflate in her head. Because really, there was so much it could have been. Dirty stuff from another group, for one. Lesbian lovers, for two. It was definitely an odd topic for Jasmine to think about especially since Irene was one of her closest friends but she had to admit that there were a lot of the signs of some sort of relationship. Clingyness. Physical contact. Normally things that she saw within the more regular relationships at Cochise but she didn’t really see how it couldn’t equate otherwise.

Really though, as much as she wanted to justify it she couldn’t. It wasn’t actually a thing, to her disappointment.

That was, of course, unless Irene wasn’t telling the truth. She was in the Drama Club, just as Jasmine was. As clueless as she could be (bless her heart), she did have the capability to pull off a little lie.

So, further questioning was needed.

“Wait, did you say from middle school?” The part about the webcomics was gone but not forgotten inside Jasmine’s mind. It was too late at this point to say that she didn’t really mind (although maybe some of the other members did, who knew) but maybe she could drop it somewhere later.

“Because we were side to side every lunchtime back then and I don’t remember you ever bringing her around.”
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