let me just draw a smile on you - thursday

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Art class wasn’t exactly her forte. That didn’t mean she was going to quit on it, though. Kylie gave everything a chance and while she loved expressing her feelings through music, she didn’t think it would hurt to try something new. Drawings could be just as good a way to calm down, right? Or… whatever she needed to do. Besides, it was fun! And colorful! Oh so colorful. Kylie especially liked using purples and greens, finding that they somehow went nicely together. The teacher never said much about Kylie’s work so she assumed the woman did not agree with this combination. That was fine, of course. Everybody could have their own opinion.

Kylie went to class that day, expecting everything to be the same. There was one little difference, though, and that was that the boy who normally sat next to her was present. He’d been gone a few days and she hadn’t been sure why. They’d never spoken much save for maybe a “can I borrow that color?” so she supposed it made sense that she wouldn’t understand his absence. Did she even know his name? Maybe it was time she introduced herself… The teacher hardly ever changed the seating arrangement so it would be smart to get to know the person you’d be sitting next to the remainder of the year, right? Besides, he had a very perfect green color that she would love to use.

“Excuse me?” She started, her voice just joining the few that also spoke during class. Some found concentration to help while others worked to the sound of a friend talking. Whichever worked. “I’m Kylie,” she held out her hand, splotches of purple on her skin. “You have a color there that I would just love to use. The green one?”

notes; i kind of assumed they were both using paint >.>
outfit; something simple so it won't matter if she gets paint on it. i imagine her hair is tied up and that she may have accidentally gotten some paint in it ;

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

He wasn't really feeling...artistic today, but Thursday supposed that was what months of clinical-strength depression got you. Still, he was feeling...better, now. Kind of. Things were looking up, anyway.

Still, he hadn't quite gotten back that Thursdayness of his completely. He was still a little too quiet and a little too sad. But hey, that was okay. Things were getting better. You didn't just bounce back from jumping off a bridge, and Thursday understood that. His cracked rib from the fall still hurt. The event definitely wasn't gone from his mind.

But this wasn't about that. This was art class, and he had to put that shit out of his mind so he could focus. Slightly more driven than his brother at times, Thursday maintained half-decent grades most of the time, and he wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize his grade in Art. It was one of the few classes that actually mattered enough for Thursday to exert an actual effort. Like. Yeah. Everything else was just...boring. Thursday had a hard time focusing on boring shit. Like...that one movie with the guy and the girl where nothing happened and he predicted like the whole plot and there was a train, and it was a remake of some other movie, and it had, like...Steve Carrell in it or something. Yeah.

He was painting kind of distractedly when the voice of the girl next to him caught his attention. He looked up.

“Excuse me?”

Thursday glanced at the girl and raised his eyebrows.

“I’m Kylie,” she held out her hand, splotches of purple on her skin. “You have a color there that I would just love to use. The green one?”

Thursday blinked. "Er...yeah. Here." He handed her the green paint she had indicated. "I'm, uh...Thursday."

[KYLIE JACOBS]

His artwork seemed a bit… sketchy. No, that wasn’t a good word to use. All over the place, maybe? How could you describe work that wasn’t fully being focused on? Kylie shook her head, frustrated. She should know how to describe this. She was so easily distracted at times that most of her work was never really focused on. Kylie glanced back to her easel. She wasn’t trying very hard today because it just seemed to be a bunch of swirls that kind of half-turned into flowers. Perhaps a slash of red would look nice. Turning back to face the boy, Kylie searched her memory for any interaction they’d had. Wasn’t he… maybe he was? Oh, maybe he was what! “Thank you,” she said, carefully taking the green from him. Thursday… Thursday… well, it didn’t help her, really. It was a day of the week and she associated it as such not as a boy in her art class.

Kylie was quite sure she had heard of him, though, and the more she thought about it, the more… nothing came to mind. Perhaps it would be best if she talked to him some more. “Thursday is an interesting name.” She tilted her head curiously. “Is anybody else in your family named after a weekday?” Perhaps he had a sister named Wednesday. Kylie wouldn’t mind meeting the lot of them. With names like that, you must be the type of people everybody wants to meet, right? Or perhaps that was just her thinking. Her curiosity got the better of her suddenly and, though part of her knew it’d be rude, she couldn’t help but to ask. “Where have you been, by the way?” Maybe it wasn’t rude, though, and just nosy or concerned. Concerned! That was fine, right? She was allowed to be concerned about her classmates! Especially ones that sat next to her.

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

It was a correct assumption to say that Thursday's art today was a bit...well...distracted-looking. He wasn't really focusing. He hadn't been able to focus well for months, let alone after... well. After that... whole thing... mess.

Whatever.

As the girl thanked him - no no no, as Kylie thanked him and took the green, he returned to his work, trying to improve it somehow. It was looking really shitty, and God knew Thursday did not put up with shitty. It didn't matter how emotionally ruined and exhausted he was right now. Art was serious business. Sort of.

Well, few things were really serious to Thursday.

"Thursday is an interesting name." Oh. Kylie wanted to converse. "Is anybody else in your family named after a weekday?”

Thursday bit his lip. "Um," he mumbled, "yeah. My twin brother's name is Tuesday. And uh...we have a gecko named Wednesday? If that counts..." He shrugged his shoulders slightly, lifting his arm and narrowly missing getting paint on his sleeve. Maybe wearing black today hadn't been the best idea.

“Where have you been, by the way?”

His attention had drifted away from her when she asked that question, but as soon as he heard it, it fell over him like cold water.

How was he supposed to answer that? "Oh, yeah, I was skipping class because I was having some serious emotional issues and then I was in the hospital for a while after trying to kill myself"? Yeah, he was sure that would go over great.

"Uh..."

Shit shit shit shit shit.

"Uh...I, uh...I was on vacation," he lied, looking back down at his painting. It was still shit. He'd have to start all over.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

While waiting for Thursday to reply, Kylie took her paint tray and added green to one of the empty slots. It looked nice next to the purple and blue already in there. She didn’t really consider how it looked with the white and black because she simply used those to correct her mistakes, mostly, though she was quite sure that wasn’t how you were supposed to do things. Kylie enjoyed this class in that, most of the time, they could do whatever they wanted however they wanted. The day they’d been told to represent that bowl of fruit with their own artistic preference had killed her. She enjoyed using paint, but had figured it would be so much easier to use a sort of drawing medium. One of the girls across the classroom had used pastel and it had turned out so much prettier and colorful than Kylie’s.

“Tuesday and Wednesday.” Kylie repeated, her smile reaching her eyes. She turned in her stool so that she was fully facing Thursday. “And Thursday.” Kylie set her painting tools down, watching him curiously. He seemed sad… or upset. Somehow, though she’d hardly ever spoken to him, Kylie knew something was different and that different something was wrong. “A gecko seems like a good pet. I had a ferret when I was little.” Kylie couldn’t help but to laugh at the long-ago memory. “He caused all sorts of mischief.” Mostly mischief that she had been unaware of until coming home after school.

He took too long to answer her ‘where have you been?’ question and then he stuttered his way through an answer. “Vacation?” She didn’t believe him but it couldn’t hurt to humor the boy. He didn’t want to tell her, so she wouldn’t force it out of him. “Where did you go?” That didn’t mean, however, that she couldn’t get him to at least improve this lie in case anybody else were to ask where he’d been. She was helping him, really!

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Thursday looked down at his painting as Kylie was adding the green to her tray and scowled. No. This was definitely shit. He couldn't even save this. Dammit...he just wasn't good doing traditional art crap. Give him a few cans of spray paint, he could create a masterpiece. But this...this was disgusting. He should be ashamed of himself.

With a sigh, he pushed the unfinished painting off to the side and pulled a new piece of paper toward himself, rolling up his sleeves. Alright. He could do this. He just had to focus.

...focusing was hard right now.

The girl - Kylie - spoke again, and he looked over at her. He tried to return her smile, but his own didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah," he managed. "Yeah."

“A gecko seems like a good pet. I had a ferret when I was little. He caused all sorts of mischief.”

"He's, uh...he's pretty cool, yeah." He wasn't sure why exactly this girl was suddenly so interested in him, but he supposed he shouldn't let it bother him too much. She was just a girl in his art class, and it wouldn't hurt him to make some friends...even if he'd never been that good at it. "Ferrets are cool. But don't they bite? What do you feed a ferret...?" The questions seemed to be a bit more to himself than to Kylie.

Shit shit, she was asking more about his fake vacation. Shit. Uh. Shit.

"Uh..." He didn't know what to say. His brain was frozen. "California. Yeah. Visiting...relatives." Yeah, that sounded pretty legit. People did that all the time, right? Yeah. Totally.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Something was definitely different. It was probably just her, but she didn’t think it was a good idea to give up mid-work of art. Kylie reached over and grabbed the unfinished painting, setting it between them. She took her paint tray and set it next to the paper. For a moment, she pondered over which color to use. “My ferret didn’t bite.” She told him absent-mindedly. “I’d be surprised if he had. I spoiled him.” Kylie was sure she’d spoil any pet she were to have in the future. It was probably a good thing she didn’t have one right now. The money she had couldn’t go to giving a pet everything it could ever want (and it surely didn’t need anything it could ever want).

Finally deciding on blue, Kylie dipped her index finger into the paint and then drew a star on a clear part of the unfinished painting. “Don’t give up on this,” she told Thursday seriously, glancing up at him. She dipped her finger once again in the blue and, before Thursday could do anything, she leaned closer, taking hold of his wrist. Holding on gently, Kylie drew a smile on the top of his hand, very precisely and neatly. Kylie leaned back, pulling her hands away. “Perfect.” Kylie smiled at him, again not realizing she’d intruded on someone’s personal space. Oh well. “Anyway,” she paused, waiting for him to add something to the painting between them. “That isn’t a very good cover-story. It’s too… cliché.” She shook her head. “Everybody is always visiting their ‘relatives.’” She added air quotes to the word ‘relatives,’ as if the rest of her sentence hadn’t been obvious enough.

notes; sorry if this is a bit... god-moddy...?

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Thursday didn't stop Kylie from taking the unfinished painting, though he did look at her with a bit of surprise. What did she think she was doing...? "Uh..." he managed. "Uh, yeah...well, I mean, depends on how old you were...I wasn't very good with animals when I was a kid, I squeezed puppies too hard and...yeah..." He bit his lip, watching her mess with the painting and reflecting that even that star didn't make it seem much better.

He started as she grabbed his wrist, feeling his cheeks heat up almost instinctively at the violation of personal space. "Uhwhatareyou--" he managed before she drew the smiley face on the back of his hand in blue. He stared at it for a moment, then looked up at her. "Um." He wasn't sure what to say. He stumbled over his words for a moment before answering. "It's...bad..." he muttered. "I should just start over. There's no saving it." The happy face on his hand seemed to be staring at him...but that was stupid, it was just a dumb painting.

"Uh..." Shit, he was caught. "Well, I...um..."

He sighed. It was going to get out somehow.

"I was, uh. Sick. In the hospital." That was kind of true.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie watched him with raised eyebrows. “Oh? That’s no good. I can imagine an animal biting if it’s squeezed too hard.” She tugged on her ponytail, tilting her head. “You don’t still do that now, do you? I can see you having a puppy.” Kylie could somehow just imagine Thursday playing with a cute little German shepherd puppy. Or maybe a shih tzu! Those were so cute and fluffy. How could anybody be sad when they had one of those? Oh, now she wanted a puppy… or a kitten… she’d be happy with either, really. Did the dorms allow pets? Kylie gave Thursday a curious look; “do you live in the dorms? I was just wondering if pets were allowed is all.” She waved a dismissive hand, her question mostly rhetorical. She assumed everybody lived in the dorms.

“I’m sorry.” She told him, not the least bit sorry, but figuring it would be polite. “I’m not very good with personal space.” Kylie shook her head. That wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. “You just seem sad,” she gestured to the smile she’d drawn, “so I drew that in hopes that it would cheer you up.” Perhaps she was talking too much. The teacher would probably be over soon to scold them. Kylie returned to her own painting, brushing on a green swirl that branched into a flower, much like most of the others had. “You should save all of your artwork.” Kylie told him, glancing at him briefly before looking back to her painting. “I’ve got doodles from when I was little.” She soon grew bored of drawing the same thing over and over so she turned to face him again.

“The hospital?” Her eyebrows came together in concern. “No wonder you’re sad…” Kylie wondered how sick he could’ve been to have to be in the hospital. She’d had to stay in the hospital a couple hours after getting her tonsils removed. What required a few days. “How sick were you?”

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

She was speaking again. He didn't know how he'd managed to get into a conversation with this girl when he hadn't even meant to talk to her in the first place, but he might as well go along with it.

“Oh? That’s no good. I can imagine an animal biting if it’s squeezed too hard.”

"Uh...yeah." He smiled weakly. "I doubt any animal would like that, y'know? And if they feel threatened...survival instincts and all. So they bite, I guess." He rolled his narrow shoulders a bit in some semblance of a shrug.

“You don’t still do that now, do you? I can see you having a puppy.”

He laughed dryly. "Well, no," he admitted. "No, I don't. I mean...it'd be a little weird if I was, like...seventeen and still squeezing the life out of puppies."

I can see you having a puppy. How did he feel about puppies? He couldn't remember. Sure, they were cute - I mean, anyone who didn't find puppies cute was insane - but weren't they, like, a lot of work? Like that one movie with Owen Wilson in it and the lab puppy that was always breaking shit. Thursday liked cute as much as the next guy, but he wasn't sure if he had the patience for a dog. "They're cute," he admitted. "Just dunno if I'd have the patience to own one full time, y'know? Like...dogs are a lot of work. And it's just me and my brother now, so..."

“do you live in the dorms? I was just wondering if pets were allowed is all.”

He half-smiled. "Well, yeah," he said matter-of-factly. "And Tues and I have gotten away with a gecko, but I don't think you could keep, like...a cat or a dog. Dunno, though." He ran a hand through his hair absently and shrugged. But that'd be a good prank...releasing some cats into the school. Or better yet, dogs...yeah. Oh, man, he had to talk to Tuesday about this!

"Er..." He shrugged again, like he was shrugging off the violation. "Nah, it's fine. I'm not all, like...OCD about personal space." A weak smile crossed his face.

He just seemed sad, huh? She had no idea.

"Um...well, like...thanks." God, what had happened to the days when he always knew what to say...? He was a stuttering, bluthering mess now, it seemed. He used to always have some sort of clever response on the tip of his tongue, but now, he was floundering over a simple statement. His eyes switched back to the blank paper in front of him, and his mind felt empty of all ideas. Thursday sighed, letting his gaze wander back to Kylie.

"I don't want to keep it if it's crap," he reasoned, but said nothing more on the subject.

“The hospital?” Oh, God. He really did not want to talk about this. “No wonder you’re sad…”

"I'm not sad," he muttered, lying.

“How sick were you?”

...how the hell was he supposed to answer that?

He imagined his strategies in his mind. "Oh, yeah, well, I jumped off a bridge because I was severely depressed and I spent a few days recovering from a cracked rib and a psyche fucked up enough to rival Charlie Manson, except minus the killing people"? "Well, you see, I was a little hypothermic and I had to go through several psych examinations before they would let me leave"? There was no way he could make this sound pretty without lying.

"Uh," he mumbled. "Pretty sick."

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie nodded, “it’s good that you don’t anymore. It would be a little weird.” Was it wrong of her to agree like that? Oh well! She’d gotten a laugh out of him and that made her feel better. She shrugged, absent-mindedly doodling on his unfinished artwork again. “They aren’t that much work.” Then again, she’d never owned one. They never seemed like that big of a deal in movies. Or had they? Of course, the moment she tried to remember at least one example, they all slip away. “Though, I’ve never had one so I guess I wouldn’t really know.” She tilted her head, wondering what she was even doodling.

“A gecko.” She repeated, glancing up at him. “I wouldn’t mind playing with a gecko.” The comment may have seemed random to anybody else, though she just moved on, thinking it would tickle, having it crawl up her arm or something. Kylie shook her head. “No, I suppose you’re right. The dorm advisor would probably find out.” Kylie rubbed the back of her neck, thinking. What kind of pet could she get away with? Then again, she’d have to talk to her roommate. The girl didn’t seem like the type to want a pet. “I’ve always like birds,” she commented off-handedly. Her grandparents had said no to a bird but yes to a ferret and to this day, it still confused her.

Kylie smiled at him, glad that he wasn’t upset with her for being so touchy-feely. “You seem different, too.” Kylie watched him for a moment, wondering what it could have been. She’d never really spoken to him before so she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Just… you kind of came off as…” Kylie paused, trying to find the right words. Thankfully, he went on to answer her question. She’d just figure out what she’d wanted to say later. “You are too sad,” she said, poking him in the shoulder, “don’t try to tell me you aren’t.” Because Kylie knew and while some things went right over her head, it was a different story with somebody else’s feelings.

“Pretty sick?” Kylie almost rolled her eyes but instead folded her hands in her lap and gave him a curious look. “That’s vague.” And she was nosy, but was it really so terrible that she genuinely wanted to know what was wrong?

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

This girl was certainly...cheery. Thursday wasn't really good at being cheery. But she was nice, at least.

“it’s good that you don’t anymore. It would be a little weird.” He nodded absently, staring at his new sheet of paper. “They aren’t that much work. Though, I’ve never had one so I guess I wouldn’t really know.”

"What, puppies?" He looked up and shook his head. "No, they're, like...a lot of work. You have to train them and housebreak them and whatever, and they always chew stuff up and pee on the floor and knock things over and stuff. It's easier once they're grown up, but puppies are like...babies. They need attention. I think." Had he ever actually owned a dog? He couldn't remember. He felt like his parents wouldn't have let him own a dog, so he felt like he maybe knew these things from when he'd been doing research for a puppy-stealing project with Tuesday.

Frowning a little bit at the blankness of his paper, he added, "Yeah, Wednesday's a lot of fun to play with. But Nov feeds him...my roommate, I mean." He shrugged. "He's a nice pet..."

Smirking a little, he nodded. "Yeah. I could try to get away with a pony, but I feel like they'd find out about that fast." Glancing at her, he seemed to consider the idea of a pet bird for a moment, a bit of a frown crossing his face again. "Birds are okay, but they're, like...dirty and loud...and they kind of freak me out. Especially crows. I hate crows." It was a bit of an irrational fear of his, but those damn crows just scared the shit out of him. Damn things. Creepy-ass bitches.

"You seem different, too.” Thursday frowned, eyebrows knitting together. Had she ever even talked to him? Who was she to judge whether or not he was different? “Just… you kind of came off as…” He raised his eyebrows at her. “You are too sad." She poked his shoulder, and his frowned deepened, his head tilting to the side. “don’t try to tell me you aren’t.”

"I just said I wasn't sad," he grumbled. "I'm fine. I've always been fine. I'm peachy. Right as rain. Whatever." He was getting just a little defensive now, not enough to be totally rude, but enough to show that he was both annoyed and probably lying. And he was lying. Saying that he wasn't sad was the biggest lie he'd told today, because he was sad. He was still...recovering or whatever. Yeah.

“Pretty sick?” Kylie almost rolled her eyes but instead folded her hands in her lap and gave him a curious look. “That’s vague.”

Freaking--did she have to be nosy? He really didn't want to to talk about this. Like, at all.

"I, uh...had pneumonia or whatever," he said dismissively, looking down at his blank sheet of paper again and huffing in frustration.

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie listened as he explained what it was like to have a puppy. “Sounds like you know a lot. Have you had one?” She asked, wondering when he doodle had turned into a drawing of a dog. It wasn’t very good but she liked how the conversation had affected her drawing. “Cats seem less high maintenance.” Not that she knew that, either. Why was she assuming a bunch of stuff about pets that she’d never had? “They just… they nap a lot, right?” Kylie smiled then, a dreamy look on her face. “Oh, a nap sounds lovely right about now…” Of course, a nap always sounded lovely to Kylie. She would sleep all day if she could.

Shaking her head, Kylie switched colors and continued doodling on Thursday’s abandoned sheet. “Nov?” She repeated curiously, wondering what sort of nickname that was. “Like… November?” Was there a girl named November at their school? Oh, that would be so neat! Thursday, whose brother was Tuesday, rooming with November and their pet gecko Wednesday. She giggled, somehow amused by it. It wasn’t exactly funny; it was just really awesome. “Kylie seems like a really boring name all of a sudden/” Not that she suddenly disliked her name or anything. Kylie grinned. A pony. She could remember wanting a pony when she was younger. “Yeah, a pony seems a bit much.” She agreed about the crows, though. They were a bit creepy.

Kylie sighed, a bit dramatically, and turned back to her easel. Fine. She could accept that he didn’t want to talk about it. She was being nosy and if she bothered him any further, she wouldn’t be surprised if he asked for a different seat. “Peachy keen.” She murmured, tilting her head and adding a few more swirls to her painting. “Or whatever…” she repeated quietly, mulling it over. “Pneumonia sounds awful. I’m sorry.” Kylie wasn’t sure if she’d catch on that her apology was also for her over-bearing curiosity.

[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

“Had one? Me? Nah.” Thursday shook his head, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. The whole...stuff that went down with him and Tuesday had made him more thoughtful lately, though he also just tended to be that way when he was alone. He liked to think that he wasn’t himself around Tuesday, and that was what made him think so much. Really, it was probably just who he was.

“My, uh. Our parents were hags. We didn’t have pets. Stole a puppy once or twice, though—” Shitshit don’t tell her that what are you an idiot?! “I mean, uh. Played with puppies. Yeah. Played with them. And then gave them back. Perfectly legally. Heh.”

He chewed his lip thoughtfully at the mention of cats, then nodded. “Yeah. Probably. I dunno, cats always seemed kinda stuck up to me, you know? But yeah. Naps. Good stuff. Sleep is nice.” It was something he had been unfamiliar with for a few months, and he had acquired a newfound respect for a good sleep. Sleep was a lovely thing.

Watching the blonde girl paint aimlessly on the sheet he had forsaken, he propped his chin up on his palm and decided she was a more interesting object of observation than whatever shit he was spewing onto his own paper. He really hadn’t had much artistic muse lately. “Yeah. November. November Starr. She’s my roommate. Friend. Yeah.” His lips twisted up into some pathetic semi-smirk-smile-reject at her giggle, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, Kylie’s a nice name,” Thursday said rather confidently. “Sometimes I wish I had a normal name, but it’s kinda what keeps me and my bro together, so I’d never swap it for the world. And anyway, Kylie sounds all cool. It’s like...Kai and Lee got together and had a kid. I mean...that sounded dumb. But it’s like that author, Chuck whatshisname that wrote Fight Club – I mean, not like I read, I just know the name – his parents, like, put their first names together for his last name or...” He realized he was rambling and bit his tongue. “Or, uh. Something.” Embarrassed, he felt his cheeks turn red and looked away. “Uh. Pony. Yeah. It’d be cool, though.”

Eyes fixed on the wall, he took to mumbling again. “Yeah. Or whatever. I’m fine.” His mood was tinted slightly with that sullenness again, having come down from whatever strange high he’d experienced for a moment there. This girl radiated happy. It was kind of infectious. “It’s cool, it’s fine. I’ve had plenty of people asking where I was. I’m used to it.”

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie nodded absent-mindedly, carefully focusing on writing her initials in the corner of her page. “Maybe I’ll get a puppy some day. Or a kitten.” She tilted her head, examining the letters before she learned back. “Maybe I’ll work at an Animal Shelter.” Kylie shrugged and set her brush down. Her painting had turned into an organized mess of swirls and flowers, colorful blues and greens and purples. Evidently, she wasn’t very good at multitasking when it came to brush and easel.

Kylie pivoted to face Thursday again, deciding she could listen fully now that she was finishing painting. Not that she hadn’t been before! It would just be easier now. He tried to cover it up but she caught stole and her eyebrows rose slightly. Why would somebody need to steal a puppy? Sure, their parents wouldn’t let them have pets but they could always find a friend who had a dog or they could go to a pet store or any other number of places. But, surely, it wasn’t any of her business the means others went to. “Borrowed, then.”

Kylie pondered his opinion on cats, wondering if they had ever seemed stuck-up to her. She wasn’t quite sure how an animal could be stuck-up, but if a dog could be loyal why couldn’t a cat be stuck-up? “I’d never thought of it that way. I suppose they kind of are.” Still, it wasn’t going to be that that kept her from getting one. “Starr? November Starr. That is an awesome name. That’s, like, a famous person name.” Kylie laughed, imagining all the careers the girl could go into. Then again, Kylie didn’t even know her. “Anything she could be well-known for?”

Kylie smiled, watching carefully as he went on about names. She did like Kylie and, though not as interesting as Thursday, it was a pretty name and she was happy with it. “Good. Your name is legit.” She wished she had a sibling that she could bond with over something. Kylie laughed, amused by the idea behind her name. Kai and Lee… that was funny. “No, that was clever,” she commented, figuring her reaction would’ve been enough to let him know that.

It was her turn to be embarrassed because he’d lost her at the mention of ‘Fight Club.’ “Isn’t that… uh, a movie or something?” If she was, Kylie could’ve sworn it was something incredibly popular. “Hah, wow. Look at me not knowing anything.” She laughed a little sheepishly and pulled a hand through her hair, forgetting that she’d dipped her fingers in paint not too long ago.