the unexpected MARIE/LARS [CLOSED]

A little shaken up, Juniper cocked her head to the side. This guy thought he was the shit, didn't he? Just her luck, she would run into someone who thought too mighty of themselves. She wasn't the one to just sit there dumbfounded and gawk at a pretty boy. No, she was the type to lip someone off if they had something to say to her. Rainbows and sunshine? Who did this guy think he was. Juniper snorted as she placed her two tiny hands behind her, pushing herself to her feet. Her slushie had almost entirely enveloped one of her arms as the other was full of sand. With the outside of her hand, Juniper pushed up her shades and looked up at the taller person. She placed her hand on her hip.

"Does it look like I give an absolute rat's ass about rainbows and sunshine?" She laughed, not even paying attention to the accent coming from those Russian lips. She shook her head, her long red-brown pony tail swaying from side to side. She really didn't care who this guy was, nor what kind of charm he was going to use on her. For all he knew she was legal and he would try to take advantage of that. He didn't know her. Sighing, she turned her head to where the sound of children's laughter was coming from. Her attention went else where for a moment, not paying any attention to the male in front of her. She coughed a few times before turning her small frame back toward him.

"Plus, who are you to 'advise' me not to yell? You're not my father," she spat. She was quite grateful that this man, so far, was nothing like her father. He was a good man, humble and true. He just didn't approve of the lifestyle choices Juniper had made recently. Shaking her father from her mind the young redhead sighed again.

"I'm sorry, man," she started, crossing her arms over her chest, forgetting the one was covered in slushie. "I have a short fuse." This was true. Young Juni was feisty and her anger could get the best of her at times. "The name's Juniper, not like you'd care or anything..." Juniper loved to assume. She didn't like judging people before she got to know them, but this time around, she couldn't help it. Why would this guy even give her the time of day?

Juniper grimaced. Yuck, a child. That was the last thing that she wanted to resemble at this point in time. She wanted people to think that she was older than what she looked liked. It seemed as though people who were her age looked older than they were and they were getting praise for it. Juniper was still stuck at age fourteen, an age she loathed. Mind you, this did help with keeping some of the creepy pervs away from her. For that, she was grateful. Juniper placed a smug look on her face as she tapped her foot a little impatiently. This guy just didn't seem interested in what she had to say, and she was kind of upset by that. Most people found her delightful. This guy was going to be hard to please and she could tell. It wasn't like she was interested in taking him home or anything, just just wanted to make a new friend and this wasn't the right way to do that.

A delinquent. She snorted. HA! I'm nothing of the sort. she thought to herself with a smirk on her face. She knew this guy was gong to be interesting to talk to, even though he didn't seem interested in speaking to her. As he introduced himself, she finally noticed the accent that dripped heavy off his words. It seemed Russian almost. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could ask him, but that would most likely involve a smug remark from the guy she was conversing with. Lars.

"Interesting name to follow up an interesting accent. I'm going to guess it's Russian," she replied, feeling a little more confident now. Turning her thin torso around, the redhead spotted a child throwing a sandball right at her. Her green eyes widened behind her shades as she tried to duck for cover. She failed miserably. The wet sand hit her right in the back, causing a small squeal to escape her tender lips. She grumbled and tried to make the child happy by laughing with him. It worked and he trotted away to tell his mother, no doubt, about the lady he hit with the sandball.

She shook her head and turned her attention back to Lars. "Alright man, so if you're the Lars I'm thinking of then I have a small proposition for you," she said, getting right down to business. She wanted drugs. Flat out. She had heard a little birdie say that there was a guy named Lars around town, a Russian that could help her out. It was her lucky day, running into a Russian named Lars. "Drugs man. I would pay top dollar for your shit and so would some friends," she said. She wasn't very bright at times, not knowing if he was an undercover cop or something. She just wanted to get silly that weekend and he was the only person she was told that would possibly help her out. She put on her perfect smile and placed her hands on her hips, ignoring how sticky one of them would be in a few minutes.

Juniper watched the gentleman in front of her intently. She wanted to observe him, like he was an animal about to be dissected by her scalpel. Her head tilted from left to right in hope of finding something significant with him. To her dismay, she found nothing of interest. He was simple a tall Russian with a bunch of tattoos. That was beginning to be the norm here at Newport. She wasn‘t surprised or taken aback with his question. She wasn‘t even flattered. It was a simple question for him to see if she was of legal age or not. That‘s what her assumption was anyhow. She paused for a moment, questioning whether or not she should lie about her age. She thought about the consequences. If she told him that she was older, he could possibly take advantage of her and she certainly did not want that kind of attention. If she told him that she was any younger, she would be looked at as a child. Seventeen wasn‘t a bad age. It was in the middle of being too young and just old enough. She sighed and pursed her lips, diverting her eyes to the volley game.

”I‘m a senior at Newport,” she replied, not wanting to make eye contact with the male. She wasn‘t nervous, given the fact that she had just asked some random stranger for drugs.

She turned her attention back to Lars the moment his lips parted and the accent flooded her ears once more. Was he trying to compliment her this time? Was he trying to make fun f her or with her? The way his words mingled with each other made it difficult for her to decipher whether or not he was being playful. Juniper‘s mouth opened slightly, just enough for her pink tongue to poke through. She gave him a playful grimace, indicating that she had gotten his joke. Or, was trying to be polite about the situation. Being polite was not Juniper‘s forte, but she had guessed that Lars had already known that.

Until Lars had spoken about washing up, Juniper had completely forgotten about her sticky arm. It was true, the young child did bump her and made her all sticky. Sighing with a hint of irritation in her voice, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

”I suppose you‘re right. Thanks for reminding me of an embarrassing situation,” she said, trying to keep the sarcasm in her voice to a minimum. She then watched as his eyebrows rose and spoke to her about his drug runs. So he was the big man on campus, the one who ran the show. Her cheeks grew slightly pink, feeling a little embarrassed that she had just asked the head honcho for drugs. He did seem quite nice about the situation and even offered for her to meet with one of his minions. Flashing Lars a bright smile, she nodded toward the ice cream shack. Her father owned that placed for years, but it wasn‘t open for the public anymore.

”That‘s where I‘ll meet him, at eight tonight. No sooner and no later. Tell him to bring what he has on him and we‘ll strike a deal,” she said with utmost confidence. She was taught to be precise and to the point when it came to drug dealers. Tell them what you want and when you want it and they will be more inclined to do business with you. A snort escaped her once more as he called her “practically addicted“.

”If I‘m practically addicted, as you say, then half this town is a chronic user.” She laughed, shaking her head. Now, it was time to go and wash herself off. She looked down at her pink arm and then back up at Lars. ”Well buddy, it was nice chatting with you, but like you said, time to go wash up,” She replied, turning on her heels and starting to make her way to the washrooms.