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Alone was going to cry.
She'd never been on a date before, and she certainly couldn't tell Low what she was up to. She was pretty sure that Low was into her, and she didn't want to reject him and hurt his feelings. If only she'd locked the bedroom door, though, because he walked straight in. She screamed, not scared of him, just scared of being caught.
"Why are you dressed all fancy?" He asked, and she stood there like an idiot trying to come up with a lie convincing enough to get him off her back. She stuttered and stammered until he asked another question, calling her out.
"Is it a date? Did someone ask you out?"
She looked at him blankly. He liked her, right? Always blushing around her and getting all fidgety? But he asked it as if it wasn't that personal to him.
"Yeah." She responded, and Low gave a big smile.
"SOMEONE LIKES YOU! WHO ASKED YOU OUT?" Did he even know Six?
".. A girl, her name is Six. She's got a cute raincoat on all the time. She's got a pretty big appetite, too, so I'm taking her to a restaurant." He didn't even look surprised. Instead, he continued smiling and went through a drawer, taking a bottle of perfume-- cologne out? She couldn't tell. It looked manly but smelled like a girl, and he sprayed it on her. She coughed a little.
"Well, one of us had to like girls."
"WHAT?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well.. Yeah, how didn't you know I liked men? I make that pretty obvious." He rolled up his sleeve and revealed a rubber band bracelet with the colors of the gay flag. It only made her question how little she actually paid attention when they were making crafts together. He sat her down on her desk, in front of the mirror. He removed her pilot's hat and goggles, and then got the hair ties out. He stared at her hair for a bit, noticing it was shiny(greasy), short, but also choppy. Some strands of hair stood up still, as if they were now permanently molded that way after being tied up for so long. He started to run the brush through her hair, only to get a bunch of complaints and "OW"s and "THAT HURTS".
"Well, maybe if you actually did your hair from time to time, it wouldn't hurt this much." She held her breath; she knew this was gonna hurt like a bitch, but she didn't want to keep whining about it, so she held her breath and tried to make minimal noises as he ran through that bird's nest.
After that was over (thank God it was over), he stood her in front of a mirror.
"Do you like it?"
"This is exactly the hairstyle I had on before just with buns."
"Exactly! It's so new and fresh. A whole new design while still keeping your style!! Also how'd you pay for that dress?"
The blue dress with frills and bows? Who knows.
"I spent my half of rent on it." Low's eyes widened, he went from happy to curious to absolutely horrified and astonished in seconds.
"You did what."
She rubbed her arm.
"Sorry." She didn't really mean it. It was a cute dress; so in her opinion, it was worth it. It's not like Low would understand, or maybe he would? What would be the male equivalent of spending their half of rent on a pretty dress? Who knew, who cared? (Proplicas and figurines. That's your answer, ladies.)
"Errr... It's fine, just.. get in the car." They both went into the garage, and Low spent a bit of time trying to start up the car. It was a pretty shitty vehicle, but he refused to get rid of it since it was his first car and it was supposedly 'special' to him. She sat down, moving all the chip wrappers and junk.
"You really need to clean this car out."
"If you care so much, you clean it."
Low put on some western emo music, singing along to it.
"Slept in your room with your friends on the inside, needed some air so I slept on the outside-"
Weird lyrics, but she had no room to judge, he was still her best friend, and as long as he was happy and enjoying himself, she could deal with it.
Low's phone started buzzing, and he answered it. She had no idea what they were talking about, but he didn't seem happy. Next thing she knew, she heard gunshots; loud and abrupt and holy shit? Low started swerving, trying to avoid them, but it was no use since it seemed to do even more damage, causing a bullet to go through the window. It barely fucking missed, and she noticed Low's arm was bleeding out. She tried to help him, anyway she could, but the seatbelt was so restricting, she had to tear it off of her-- bad move. She got thrown to the other side of the car, slamming into Low. He let out a scream, and the gunshots were still going off, she didn't know what to do, what could she even do? She tried to take the wheel, Low tried to take it back. Back and forth of crazed driving until the car was immediately halted, causing them both to slam into the car. But the gunshots stopped, so.. A win is a win?
"Low- your arm. It's bleeding, I think there's some bandages in here." She scrambled through the car, looking for some, but all she found were those stupid small bandages that wouldn't help in ANY car related accident. He pushed her away, holding his arm tight.
"It's fine, uuh. The car is, too. You wanna just borrow it for the night until I come back?" He tossed her the keys, she caught it. She hesitated a bit. I mean her friend got shot in the fucking arm what was there not to hesitate about? She was worried, because the adults wouldn't help him, they'd try to kill him, and the two of them hardly knew how to clean their own wounds properly. Him trying to fix his currently gushing bullet wound would likely go horribly wrong.
"I can't just leave you on your own!"
"It's fine! Just.. Just leave, go get your woman." He stepped out of the car, and started limping- limping? When did he start lmping? Did something happen to his leg, too?? - away from her
She stepped out of the car after him.
"Alone, please. Don't ruin your date over this, I can handle myself. You've been following me around for too long. I'm gonna be pissed if you follow me again." He said, his voice sounding more serious than usual.
She stepped back, slowly, towards the car again, before shutting the door and driving off.
Fuck, FUCKKKK. She might've assisted a murder. But he seems pretty determined he doesn't need help. It was Nowhere, though. If anything happened... He'd just wake up in his bed, likely, yeah? He'd be okay. She had somewhere to be, and she prayed he'd be alright.