1: Smile

His face was stoic and unreadable, they said. Always blank and dead pan, they said.

But she knew better, knew things they didn't know.

Knew things about his face that she loved.

Like the way his ears burn red when he's embarrassed, the tiny hints of rose tipping out from his hair. The way his nose crinkles in disgust and, if that crinkle is accompanied by a subtle twitch of the jaw, anger. How his face drops when he's wary and sad- that tiny droop of mouth, cheeks, and chin not missed by green eyes.

But there's one thing she likes more than that... his smile.

She giggles at the thought: his smiles are contagious, even in her mind's eye. She loves the stretch and shrinking of freckles across the apples of his cheeks, the miniscule tip of his shoulders, and the occasional peek of teeth in a rare grin makes her giddy. Even smirks are welcome to the girl as still his lip bucks up, sending his aviators on a tilt that tints her ears red.

"What's up, Harley?" He'd saunter up, collected and unfazed by whatever she's working on or doing, be it mutating pea plants or target practice.

"Nothing, cool kid!" She'd reply with a hearty beam, leaning back over the butt of her rifle and resting her eyesight through the scope. "Just practicing."

The boy would watch her blow targets from trees, rocks, and plants with a gentle curl of his lips, fighting its growth when she'd hit a particularly challenging target. Her whooping would encourage that grin.

"Did you see it? Huh, Dave?" Her buckteeth would slip over her bottom lip as she stands and bops around.

"I don't know if I want to tell you this, Harley but...I was actually admiring that motherfuckin' ocean over there. I couldn't..." He would place a hand to his chest in mock awe. "I was filled with just so much fucking ecstasy I just had to watch its beauty roll onto the distance with all its gogdamn mystery and splendor, I..." He'd hold out a hand, pretending to take a moment as she fights giggles. "I just had to miss that sweet motherfuckin' shot you made."

"If you missed it, how did you know it was sweet?" Retorts the girl with the coke bottle glasses, as she'd heave her rifle on her shoulder and share the shade he rests under.

"Because I have an ear for cool things." Then she'd roll her eyes at him and grin, forcing his aviators to tilt slightly on his cheeks.