dedication: to Ron Pope. ohmigosh, take me now.
notes: this thing has no specific plot at the moment. shoot me please. oh, and don't ask anything. you're meant to be left with unanswered questions.

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a drop in the ocean

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Aries was sprawled out on her bed, hands loosely crossed on her stomach, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out, clad in denim cut-offs and a t-shirt she was positive didn't belong to her.

There was— something playing in the background. She wasn't sure what it was, but it had a soft beat that made her want to twirl and smile and cry at the same time.

Aries was oddly emotional, like that.

She stared at her overly cracked ceiling, pursing her lips, then sighed. She really needed to talk to her sister about that— not only was in an eyesore, but she was sure it was a safety hazard. Maybe a couple of posters and some paint...

She didn't hear her bedroom door creak open, nor did she hear the footsteps of someone making their way across her worn hardwood floors. She didn't jump when someone sat down on her bed, though— she was far to used to the random visits for them to surprise her anymore.

He laid himself down beside her, joining her in staring at the ceiling and taking one of her hands, absently playing with the variety of rings she kept on it. Aries suddenly found the cracks in her ceiling very interesting.

That was how their relationship worked. He'd do things just for the sake of doing them, and Aries would pretend that no, she wasn't about to have a heart attack.

They stayed in their comfortable (besides from the fact Aries was almost positive her face was on fire and holy crap how did he do that?) silence for what seemed like hours. Time spent with him was always like that— passing in a blur, blink and you'll miss it. Eventually, Aries found her voice, and asked in her forever soft tone,

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

She heard him chuckle, "It's my birthday, I can do what I want. You, however, have no excuse."

"Loke..." He knew why. Somewhere, it one of her many notebooks she had randomly scattered around her room, she had it all written out.

Aries = Loke. If they were in the same building or class, they were hanging out together. But Loke = fangirls, and Fangirls = jealousy. And if Loke + Aries = hanging out = jealous fangirls, then Aries didn't even want to imagine what Loke + Birthday equaled. Honestly, all of the equations gave her a headache, and she'd tried to explain it to him before.

But, instead of answering with the lengthy answer, she said, "High school girls terrify me."

He laughed again, though Aries was unsure whether because he thought it was a poor attempt at a joke, or because he knew she was serious.

"You have no excuse for tonight, though..."

Aries groaned quietly. "Party?"

"Party. Which we are leaving for now. 'Cause I don't trust Natsu alone in my house."

So I guess it's safe to assume no one's at school.

She sighed, then slowly sat up, looking over at him for the first time. His wild strawberry blond hair was, as always, perfectly messy, and his clothes were, as always, perfectly flattering. Added with the fact he was giving her, her favorite mischeavous grin...

"I'm not changing my clothes."

His grin only widened. "Okay."

He sat up, regrabbing her hand and hopping off the bed. Aries followed with a startled squeak, stumbling to regain her balance. Before she could open her mouth to complain—

(Which really wouldn't of been a complain— Aries just didn't do whiney things)

—he cut her off.

"Not that I really mind. I mean, you're wearing my shirt, right?"

Oh. So that was where it came from.

Aries giggled, momentarily forgetting that she was probably getting dragged to her doom.

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endnotes: you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit~ in other words, this is for my amusement. kthxbai. oh, and some of these will be longer than others. so, from 200 to 800. & for anyone wondering, at the beginning, Aries was listening to collect call by metric.
endnotes2: Aries OOC? keep in mind— she's not a stellar spirit who was abused by her owners.