forum "So... I have this crazy idea." (O/O Romance rp)

Started February 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Damian was lying on the counter, having finished cleaning up behind it, and was squinting at the ceiling. He had been like that for the past five minutes, deep in thought about something.

Finally, Starr finished and paused her music. She took out her earbuds, cramming them into her pocket as she walked over to him. "Hey, what's up? You look… pensive."

"You ever think about just…leaving?" He turned to look at Starr, face scrunched up.

"Leaving the diner to go home and eat actual food? Uh, yeah, let's go!" she teased.

"Diner food is actual food!" Damian said defensively. "And that wasn't quite what I meant." He didn't expand on that, just rolled off the counter and onto the ground behind it with an 'oof'.

She laughed. "We will debate that topic later. What did you mean then, Socrates?"

"We leave. Just, grab a few things and go, as far away as we can." He jumped up, brushing off his jeans.

She laughed for a second, then stared at him. "Wait, oh my God, you're serious?!"

((So are they already dating, or are they just friends right now?
"You thought I was kidding? Nobody ever takes me seriously." He grumbled.

(Right now they're just friends.)
"Okay, my bad. But you'd be willing to do that?" she asked, fixing her beanie.

"I'm bored, Starr. Trapped in a seemingly endless repetitive cycle and it's driving me nuts!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're telling me! We're high school seniors, and I've wanted to leave this little town since grade school!"

"So let's do it! We'll-we'll go…to New York!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"No airplane," she said firmly. "I want to see everything!"

"We'll take my car." Damian grinned, holding up his car keys and jingling them. "We can pack essentials, toss 'em in back, and leave."

"Yes!" she cried excitedly. "We're going to see the world, Dam!"

Damian hoped back over the counter, despite the fact that he was two feet from the little gate, because he's a dramatic fuck. "When should we leave?"

"Tomorrow?" she asked, a mischievous glitter in her eyes.

"I'll be at your house bright and early."

She grinned. "Deal! Now let's get home and eat something that will keep my stomach from digesting itself."

"Alright, alright! I still don't understand your problem with the food here." He rolled his eyes, smiling as he grabbed his jacket.

"False: I don't have a problem with all the food here. Truth: the fries taste like rubber, you have to admit."

"No they don't, they taste like fries!"

"RUH-BUR."

"Fries!" Damian exclaimed, holding open the door for Starr as he dug through his pocket for the keys. The keys that were in his other hand.