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lovemykiltTrucker's little shindig on the beach was . . . well, it was very Trucker. Full of good grilled food, mixed drinks, and surfers. Priestly hung around with the group for most of the evening, putting himself in the position to play buffer to Jen, who was a little taken aback by Trucker's more rambunctious surfer friends, but eventually he found his way to some rocky bits a little ways away from the party, to sit and watch the ocean.
This time last year, he'd been freaking out over going to a new school on the other side of the country. These days he worried more about leaving said school, and being home in Santa Cruz was completely weird. He just needed a few moments to just decompress. Get his head on straight.
When Zo sat down beside him, he startled a bit. Trucker hadn't invited her -- he was still too tongue tied around the woman -- but she seemed to have found her way over, nonetheless.
"I love the water this time of year," she said. "It's like it's dancing with the wind and the sand."
Priestly had no idea how to respond to that, so he simply nodded. They sat together in silence for several moments, Priestly losing himself in his thoughts again, and Zo . . . doing whatever it was Zo did when she had that quiet little smile on her face.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, she leaned over to touch her shoulder to his. "You don't do your hair just to upset your mother," she said.
Priestly turned his head to stare at her. She reached up to brush her finger tips over the now-mostly-blond bits that had escaped the ponytail holder.
"You do it for you."
Then she stood, giving him that same small smile.
"Happy New Year, Priestly."
Priestly smiled back. "Yeah. You, too, Zo."
And she left.
Priestly ran his hand over his hair. He thought about shock value and the look on his mother's face when she saw his mohawk for the first time. He thought about how everyone at school reacted, about being a hair dye guru, about Dinah and Jak and wars in other worlds and Dean and being a double and an "alternate personality". He pinched a few strands of hair between his fingers.
Maybe he'd try a new color, this year. He'd look good in maroon.
[ooc: nfb, nfi, ladidah. The mohawk man will return to Fandom on the morrow.]
This time last year, he'd been freaking out over going to a new school on the other side of the country. These days he worried more about leaving said school, and being home in Santa Cruz was completely weird. He just needed a few moments to just decompress. Get his head on straight.
When Zo sat down beside him, he startled a bit. Trucker hadn't invited her -- he was still too tongue tied around the woman -- but she seemed to have found her way over, nonetheless.
"I love the water this time of year," she said. "It's like it's dancing with the wind and the sand."
Priestly had no idea how to respond to that, so he simply nodded. They sat together in silence for several moments, Priestly losing himself in his thoughts again, and Zo . . . doing whatever it was Zo did when she had that quiet little smile on her face.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, she leaned over to touch her shoulder to his. "You don't do your hair just to upset your mother," she said.
Priestly turned his head to stare at her. She reached up to brush her finger tips over the now-mostly-blond bits that had escaped the ponytail holder.
"You do it for you."
Then she stood, giving him that same small smile.
"Happy New Year, Priestly."
Priestly smiled back. "Yeah. You, too, Zo."
And she left.
Priestly ran his hand over his hair. He thought about shock value and the look on his mother's face when she saw his mohawk for the first time. He thought about how everyone at school reacted, about being a hair dye guru, about Dinah and Jak and wars in other worlds and Dean and being a double and an "alternate personality". He pinched a few strands of hair between his fingers.
Maybe he'd try a new color, this year. He'd look good in maroon.
[ooc: nfb, nfi, ladidah. The mohawk man will return to Fandom on the morrow.]
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