flower crowns and shoosh papping {nahnie}

[AURORA RIGBY]

How dare he!

No, how dare she!

… Wait.

How dare you, Aurora Madeline Rigby!

You haven’t spoken to Jackson Hirsch in years and he was bound to have made new friends since then. In fact, it shouldn’t be at all surprising to you that he’s got a girlfriend. And it also should not be surprising that she is lovely and beautiful and a total sweetheart. How dare you blame this on your old best friend or his wonderful girlfriend! If it was anybody’s fault, it was yours. You should’ve tried to keep in better contact with him. At least then you would know about this already, or at least have a vague inkling. In fact, if you had just tried to talk to him before suddenly deciding to hop a plane to New York, you might still be in Iowa.

If you hadn’t been so terribly hasty, all of this could have been avoided!! You could still be working a slow job in a quiet town. But here you were, pacing in the courtyard of your new school, pulling at your hair and angrily blinking back tears. Aurora couldn’t figure out which part had her so upset. That Jackson hadn’t mentioned a certain Grace during their first conversation in years, or that the certain Grace he’d neglected to mention was completely darling which made it that much worse. It was hard to hate somebody when they were absolutely perfect, especially if they made a very important someone happy.

That’s all that should have mattered, right? That Jackson was happy? He used to be her best friend and that was all she was concerned about back before he’d left. That was usually her goal in a friendship: to make sure they were happy and healthy. Jackson was definitely both and so she shouldn’t have been any sort of angry or sad or frustrated that he was happily taken. Yet here she was, pacing in the courtyard of her new school, wearing down the grass and snapping at anybody who dared approach her. She’d worked so hard on seeming friendly and proper and not embarrassing herself, and here she was, throwing it all away.

This was sure to get around, and what would Jackson think of her when he heard about it? As if the rumors she’d heard about the two of them wouldn’t have her crying herself to sleep, this would just be the cherry on top. When she’d first met Grace in English class, she’d been extremely helpful and Aurora had really seen a friend in the girl. And then she’d had to open her mouth and say she was from Fairfield and it’d all sort of crumbled around her after that. People were awful at whispering because her entire walk to the courtyard, she’d heard snippets of their conversations, and then she’d got the horrible notion in her head that she was going to ruin their happily ever after.

Sitting herself down on a bench, Aurora dropped her face into her hands and finally let herself cry, trying as hard as she could to at least keep quiet. As if this wasn’t already a horrible awful situation, she didn’t want to disturb any students who might be studying or having a picnic or playing Frisbee. Then again, if she’d wanted to be left alone, she would have gone to her dorm, so maybe deep down, she wanted somebody to sit beside her and rub her back and shoosh her. Sort of like her mother had done. … She really missed her mother. And with that, whatever restraints she’d had broke and she really properly cried, no longer caring who she bothered. Why had she ever left home?

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['NAHNIE' STRIDER]

Nahnie had a job. And not her stupid job where she only got tips from greasy old men she smiled at (which probably would be any waitressing job, as she came off as sort of a bitch in general), but she guessed it was more of an obligation, in this case. Being in yearbook, she had to meet and talk to a lot of her fellow students, and she realized a few things. One, they were almost more hormonal than middle schoolers, which was saying something, because those fuckers were insane. She supposed she saw a lot of them as little kids, as she was a year older than a majority of the seniors, but she wouldn't consider herself to be the responsible adult to compare them to. Honestly, she really didn't give a fuck, but the hormonal thing did lead to a lot of drama. And if Nahnie hated anything, it was drama that she wasn't involved in. Like, no, you're not allowed to have a fight without her. Those bitches.

Plus, she wasn't allowed to mention the best fights in the yearbook, so they were basically pointless. I mean, come on, people wanted to remember the interesting stuff, not who their freaking celebrity look-alikes were. Superlatives were pretty cool, she guessed, but still. A little negativity never hurt anyone.

Yeah, even Nahnie had to admit, that was bullshit logic. But fuck you.

So basically what she tried to accomplish was to calm down angry teenagers down before they started fighting or drama or any of that shit. She had a nack for noticing when people were pissed, so she usually targeted the ones that looked frustrated with something that wasn't stupid. Normally she could tell if it was a person they were mad at, but otherwise, she had no clue why people would be upset.

Today was one of the days where she carried around the flower crowns (made with real flowers). And by carried around, she meant stashed in the fridge until she actually got a chance to seek the mad blood. Which was a mixture of a Homestuck and a Shakespeare reference, but Nahnie totally didn't know that (she did.), so fu hey who was that chick on the bench over there crying.

Oh man, tears. Water works. That thing. Nahnie could tell it was somewhat angry crying, but either way, she couldn't just sit by and do nothing. She wasn't completely heartless.

She was actually pretty proud of the flowers, for all they were worth, seeing as they didn't die right away. Making flower crowns out of real flowers was kind of stupid, but the fake flower places and craft shops didn't have the kinds she needed. The little shop she went to was precious and Jackson Hirsch worked there, which was cool that she offhandedley knew someone in the flower business. Not that she really liked him. Rumor had it he was a douchecanoe and just general bad news for unsuspecting Scottish girls. Though Nahnie didn't really care about rumors, he just seemed like kind of a tool. And Nahnie only associated herself with tools if they fit ehr interests. But yeah, the flowers were pretty great. Taking out a geranium (for comfort) and lisianthus (for calmness) crown out of her bag, she opened the box and prepared for the heavy.

Basically she just walked over there and plopped the flower crown on her head, gentle but firm, and sat her ass down beside the chick. She actually didn't recognize her, which meant that she had to be that new Rigby girl from Themiddleofnoweheretown smack dab in the boundaries of Whoevenfuckingknows USA. Point was she was new to New York and Nahnie couldn't possibly fathom who could have already made this poor girl cry. Actually, she knew quite a few assholes, but y'know. Whatever. "Hey, what's the dealio? You okay?" she asked, as if the girl and her were already friends. "Some asshole break your heart?" Nahnie suspected it was a boy problem but couldn't be sure (she was totally sure.) It probably wasn't a boyfriend thing but hey what did she know (she knew a fucking lot, thank you very much.)

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[AURORA RIGBY]

When she actually felt the presence of a person beside her, Aurora tensed up. She hadn’t expected somebody to actually sit next to her. She worried they were they to mock her and make fun, and that was the last thing she needed. Prepared to wipe her tears and give them a most defiant look, she was surprised to feel something set on top of her head. It distracted her so much, she forget about her sudden defensiveness. She looked up a bit and reached to feel what it was. Hopefully not some dunce hat. That ripped another little sob from her right before she felt what it was. Flowers. She took the crown and looked at it, a little perplexed.

Aurora liked to pride herself on her knowledge of flowers, just because she’d been really into them back home. She recognized the geraniums, but the other ones were a mystery to her. Maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought she did. Putting the crown of flowers back on her head, she finally turned to see who had sat beside her. Like most people she met, she didn’t recognize her. She was very pretty, though, and she looked like she knew what she was doing. She had to have known because she was already asking the right questions. Aurora let out another sniffle, wiping at her eyes. “What do the flowers mean?”

Her voice was hoarse, probably from yelling at anybody who came to close, and definitely from crying. For a minute, just for one short minute, she wanted to pretend that everything was okay. That she wasn’t crying over Jackson Hirsch, that she didn’t miss her mom so much, that school wasn’t stressing her out, that she wasn’t ruining whatever reputation she’d built for herself. It was just any other day in the courtyard, any other day at school, any other day in New York City. But it wasn’t really, and when that minute was up, she found she was crying again. “No, I’m not okay.

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Aurora wiped at her eyes, annoyed that the tears were still rolling down her cheeks. “He broke my heart three years ago. And it’s not even like he’s doing it on purpose this time.[/color]” She shot a glance towards the girl again, giving her a look that was almost pleading. “We were best friends and then he left and now I’m here and things are sort of okay? But. He didn’t mention he had a girlfriend. And… and I don’t think I should be upset! I don’t even know if I like him like… like that, y’know? I had to find out from his girlfriend!! We were getting along so well and now it’s just so awkward and I was so hoping we could be friends, but… now I’m not sure.[/color]”

She paused to take a breath, already short of it from her brief crying fest. Then she realized she was basically telling a complete stranger about her weird messed up life. And here she thought she had it all together. “I—I’m sorry.[/color]”
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['NAHNIE' STRIDER]

Aw, she was so precious. And not in a sarcastic way either. Nahnie would hug her if they were at that point in the conversation yet, but alas, they were not. She'd save that for later. "The pink ones are germanium, and they're for comfort, and the white and purple ones are lisianthus, for calmness. Hope it works." She smiled, a rare and genuine Nahnie Strider smile, and then oh shit she was crying again. Awww. But that was okay, she could let it out. That's what Nahnie was here for.

Listening to her story, she could almost relate. She did leave friends behind when she moved away from Chicago, though actually... no, she didn't really understand. Her friends in Chicago weren't that great. "What exactly did he do three years ago?" she wondered aloud, trying to make it clear that she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to. She was sure that he didn't just leave her, there was something else. It wasn't her business but if she wanted to share it was cool. She was cool with it. That was part of the shooshpapping job, she supposed, because if you bottled things like that in, you would probably fay-go ful clown and go on a murderous and colorful rampage oh she was getting herself distracted.

Nahnie wanted to understand, so she took a few minutes to process the story, trying to figure out what the dealio behind the dealio was. She had to go on a mindquest for the true dealio so she could dealio with the dealio. "It's fine," she assured, perfectly okay with getting emotions dumped all over her. If she wasn't, then she wouldn't be very good at this job, would she? No. Of course not. And she was the best at this job, obviously. And not just because she was the only one at this stage (she was pretty sure that peaceful salsa girl didn't do shit or seel out anything until actual fights broke out, so she was making her job a billion times easier), but because she was good at listening to problems and figuring out what was up.

"So... you're not mad that he has a girlfriend, you're mad because he didn't tell you?" she asked, hoping this was right with a lot of confidence behind it. "Like, you feel like you should be the first person he tells about things like this, and even if you weren't talking when it started, you feel like importante things like that should be top-priority reunion news?" She patted her shoulder with another smile. "That's perfectly understandable. He totally should have told you, I agree." Eh, she'd wait on the difficult "but" part until she was sure that this was the issue at hand. She also needed a few to get into the mind of the other side of the story without actually going to talk to whoever was on the other side.

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