Remington Burnham
Really needing a friend [TAG Drew]
Mon Oct 29, 2018 19:44
2600:1702:3cf0:7ed0:35a3:42a9:6a61:9714

Being a fourth year was supposed to be a shining moment for Remington Burnham. It was supposed to be The Year. She got to choose her classes and take new electives. Thinking about colleges and her future made even more sense now. Planning everything she could, doing everything she could, pushing self-defense club to whole new levels - that’s what this year was supposed to be about. And she was supposed to experience it with her friends. But her friends in her year all got held back, and the rest of them were just… all breaking apart.

On top of all of that - Dade, Claudia, Drew being stuck in the middle, and everything in between - she’d even started to wonder about… relationships. Attraction, kissing, dating. Drew had his girlfriend, Claudia had something going on, and even Kit was dating. She couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t have that and why she didn’t naturally want to pursue it. Those relationships seemed to be such an important facet of people’s experiences at this age. Was something wrong with her?

With this in mind, and after half a school year long of thought, she’d decided to experiment with this. She was probably normal. All she needed was to find the right person to make her have all the feelings or whatever. It wasn’t like she didn’t experience those, after all. Bruno Mars was absolutely her first and biggest crush; his poster was in her room! Watching YouTube videos of his work made her all fluttery inside. It was the closest she could equate to what a crush or attraction must feel like.

She’d only gotten that way about famous people - performers and authors and activists - but not about her peers. Debating with Malachi was the closest she got to that feeling, so that decided that: she was going to ask out her housemate and see if that triggered a romantic connection for herself.

She knew it wasn’t supposed to work like that, according to everything she’d ever heard and read, but an experiment sounded perfect for her. This would work.

Her floral long sleeved top was tucked stylishly into her deep, wine red shorts and topped with a belt. She wasn’t sure she liked showing this much leg, but she wanted the date to seem like something different. Remington meant to treat this like a special thing, like it mattered to her, and that led to her asking people for aesthetic advice. Between Marley and Claudia and a few other people here and there, she’d managed to put the rest of the look together. Her nails were manicured and painted, her makeup actually better than what she was used to (she was an eyeshadow and mascara kind of girl, nothing special), and her flats looked much fancier than her casual and very worn out ones. Her kinky curls weren’t pulled back by a giant bow for one of the only times in history. It was pinned back just a little, framing her round face just right.

She’d put in the work and waited at the coffee shop for a long time for Malachi. She waited. Finished her coffee. Waited some more. The barista eventually came over and chatted with her for a moment, which ended with a realization: Malachi wasn’t coming. The barista said her drink was on the house, clearly out of pity, and Remington made it all the way to the secret passageways before she started crying.

This was supposed to be her year, and it wasn’t. She thought she’d feel like a genius, learning more about the world, becoming a stronger and smarter person. Instead, all she’d gotten was a broken friend group and a failed attempt at a first date.

At some point, she’d written on her paper chat that she really needed Drew to come to the passageways where they did self-defense club. He had the other half of the magical invention, and she’d added a new alert system recently to make it easier to notice that someone sent a message. She didn’t know if he’d come, maybe he was hanging out with Darlene or Dade and wouldn’t notice she needed help until later, but she definitely didn’t feel like going back to Draco right now. The risk of running into Malachi was too high, and she wasn’t sure if she’d just cry or if she’d hex him.

Right now, she was crying, and since she hadn’t expected to cry, her makeup hadn’t been magically charmed to stay. This left mascara streaks on her cheeks, which just got worse when she swiped the back of her hand against her face to stop them. She found a place to sit and before she could spiral too much further, someone showed up.

Thank Merlin he got her message.

“H-hey,” she managed to get out before starting to cry again. Remington hiccuped and pressed her palms against her face, fingers pressing slightly into her eyes, as if that would be enough to hold the tears back. “S-sorry, I know you were probably - probably hanging out with - doing something more important.”

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