Mike shakes his head and tosses his phone on the coffee table. Trevor won't be home until later on tonight, and the apartment looks like, well, shit. He spends the time waiting on Allison at least clearing out empty pizza boxes and beer bottles. It's not Martha Steward Presentable when he's done but it's good enough.
While he wants for her to arrive, he busies himself with rolling a couple of joints. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows this is not something he should be doing, but... she was 18, right? Technically, she could make her own decisions. It was fine. Everything was fine.
She was actually nineteen now and going onto thirty. At least that was how it felt some days while she was dealing with the mess that was her life. Mike could distract her from that though, even if he was being a bad influence. Or was she being a bad influence in encouraging him?
Arriving at his place a half an hour later, she knocks on the door with her free hand while holding a bag in her other. It's a bag that she holds up to him when he finally opens the door. "I brought food. Chips and store cookies mostly but I heard that food was a good idea for this sort of thing."
He opens the door and ushers her inside, chuckling a bit at her bag of snacks, "Nothing wrong with being prepared." He admits with a slight shrug.
"So, what's been going on with you lately anyway? That guy back in California still bugging you?" He means Scott, and even though he hasn't heard anything bad about the kid, he kinda has to squint suspiciously at his insistence in trying to get Allison to come back to the west coast. He doesn't know a lot of details about her life back in Beacon Hills, but Chris had always insisted things would be better for her here. Mike filled in his own assumptions to connect the dots, even if they were the wrong ones.
"Hey, it's what I've been taught all along." She chuckles, stepping into his apartment and turning around to look at him. "It's not like you can complain. I saw the way you lit up."
Then she pauses, almost faltering, at the mention of California and 'that guy'. She shrugs a bit while setting the bag down so that she can shrug out of her jacket. "He called a couple nights ago but it wasn't bad. I think he is starting to understand that I'm not coming back. At least that isn't the plan."
"How are you doing? Still taking tests for people?"
"One of the only kids to ever actually pay attention and learn, you must be a dad's dream." He laughs and drops down onto the couch. "I love cookies, okay? Sue me." A beat. "Don't... actually, court costs would cost more than what you'd get."
"Good," He says, a swell of a protective air surrounding the word, "he needs to slow his roll."
"I would be if I just stayed home and didn't go sneaking around behind his back." She grins, tossing her jacket and the bag onto a nearby chair. Then she moves to join him on the couch, dropping down beside him. Well, with a cushion or so between them.
"He means well." She nods, trying to ignore the little swell she feels at the protective tone of his voice. "I think he just figures I would be better there."
She falls quiet, tempted to ask if he is worried about getting caught or not but she figures that answer is rather obvious. That and she doesn't want to get into that kind of discussion. So, instead, she nudges his leg. "So are you going to show me how to do this?"
"That's totally within your rights as a teenager, honestly." He shrugs and shoots her a smirk. Try that excuse on for size, Chris.
He shakes his head, "But why? You moved completely across the coast because of what happened back there. What about that sounds like something you need to rush back to?"
He drags one leg up to fold under him and his other leg he draws toward his chest, "Im-pa-tient," he practically sings the word, nudging her knee with his free foot. but in the same breath, he's lighting the joint he'd rolled earlier.
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Date: 2016-08-14 03:31 pm (UTC)But yes, very bad idea...and yet Allison is all for it.]
Okay, deal. Only because I like living and I like you living too.
I can be there in a half an hour? Wait, are we...hotboxing under your sheets?
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Date: 2016-08-14 04:29 pm (UTC)Sounds good.
...we can? Up to you.
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Date: 2016-08-14 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-14 06:33 pm (UTC)While he wants for her to arrive, he busies himself with rolling a couple of joints. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows this is not something he should be doing, but... she was 18, right? Technically, she could make her own decisions. It was fine. Everything was fine.
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Date: 2016-08-14 06:39 pm (UTC)Arriving at his place a half an hour later, she knocks on the door with her free hand while holding a bag in her other. It's a bag that she holds up to him when he finally opens the door. "I brought food. Chips and store cookies mostly but I heard that food was a good idea for this sort of thing."
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:27 pm (UTC)"So, what's been going on with you lately anyway? That guy back in California still bugging you?" He means Scott, and even though he hasn't heard anything bad about the kid, he kinda has to squint suspiciously at his insistence in trying to get Allison to come back to the west coast. He doesn't know a lot of details about her life back in Beacon Hills, but Chris had always insisted things would be better for her here. Mike filled in his own assumptions to connect the dots, even if they were the wrong ones.
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Date: 2016-08-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Then she pauses, almost faltering, at the mention of California and 'that guy'. She shrugs a bit while setting the bag down so that she can shrug out of her jacket. "He called a couple nights ago but it wasn't bad. I think he is starting to understand that I'm not coming back. At least that isn't the plan."
"How are you doing? Still taking tests for people?"
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Date: 2016-08-14 10:07 pm (UTC)"Good," He says, a swell of a protective air surrounding the word, "he needs to slow his roll."
Mike shrugs, "For now, yeah. It's money."
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Date: 2016-08-15 04:12 am (UTC)"He means well." She nods, trying to ignore the little swell she feels at the protective tone of his voice. "I think he just figures I would be better there."
She falls quiet, tempted to ask if he is worried about getting caught or not but she figures that answer is rather obvious. That and she doesn't want to get into that kind of discussion. So, instead, she nudges his leg. "So are you going to show me how to do this?"
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Date: 2016-09-14 05:47 am (UTC)He shakes his head, "But why? You moved completely across the coast because of what happened back there. What about that sounds like something you need to rush back to?"
He drags one leg up to fold under him and his other leg he draws toward his chest, "Im-pa-tient," he practically sings the word, nudging her knee with his free foot. but in the same breath, he's lighting the joint he'd rolled earlier.