[Because she's not going to make more of a menace of herself right now by trying to mooch some of his double chocolate ice cream. She will however help herself to her mint chocolate chip in the meantime.]
It should be illegal for something to be that good. [Maybe she should have saved more for later, but Chrissy can't bring herself to be too worried about it now.] I'm glad you like it.
You can have some. It's not like we have to pay for it.
[ Is there a limit on how much ice cream the local teens are allowed to take before being struck down? Time to find out. ]
I don't really feel anything, though. But I have a high tolerance. [ He says, taking another bite of the brownie so it can all hit him at once later. ]
[It's said matter-of-factly before she helps herself to a spoonful of the double chocolate chip, which is a different kind of sweet. Nice enough but maybe not something she'd want a full bowl of.]
I didn't either... until I did. You're bigger and tougher than me. [Most people are, actually, but Vance is not most people.]
[ He doesn't believe that he's sweet, not for a second, but it's nice that she says so.
What's even nicer is that she calls him big and tough, the two things he really wants to be. He stops slouching and puffs out his chest a little. ] And yeah, I am, that's why I'll make sure no one gets between you and that ice cream.
[She's nothing if not aware of her own reputation back home- and guilty of perpetuating it out of necessity. Not that it matters here because the only people she knows from before couldn't care less about her reputation.
Chrissy had just been pointing out the obvious to also point out that the brownie would probably take longer to affect him than it had for her, but she notices his reaction and files that away for when she's not eating ice cream.] My hero.
Nah, I mean it. Most of the girls where I'm from wouldn't give a burnout like me the time of day, unless they were trying to piss their parents off.
[ He wasn't a loser, and there were girls who thought he was cute, but most of them were either scared of him or too concerned with their reputations to be caught associating with him.
He blushes even deeper at the last comment. ]
I can't say I'm much of a hero, but I'll try and be yours if you want.
I know you do. You don't treat me like everyone did in Hawkins. [Honestly, nobody she's met here has treated her that way, but that's entirely beside the point.] Some people suck. And my hanging out with you would definitely piss my mom off... but that's not why I like you.
[Instead of elaborating, she helps herself to some more ice cream. Is she stalling a little because her mouth is starting to take on a mind of its own? Maybe. But she also intends to finish her ice cream before it melts. Chrissy's not blind, though, and she takes no small amount of satisfaction from the fact that he's still smiling.]
Maybe you're not really a hero, but you did save me from having to sit there until I could walk again. [And sure, that was her fault to begin with, but she's not really in the mood to dwell on technicalities.] So... you don't really need to try. You're already my hero.
[ He almost says "you like me?!" but he doesn't want to blow it. Play it cool, Hopper, she's high as a kite. ]
Any time you don't feel like walking, I'm there. [ He takes another bite of his ice cream. The brownie hasn't hit him yet, and he's lucky that's all he had or he'd be trying to scarf down more. ]
I don't mind walking, but being carried was ["really great and I want you to do it again" is what very nearly slips out, but she manages to hold it in because there has to be a line somewhere. So she settles for something a little less ridiculous-] nice. What if you're asleep? Or busy?
[Chrissy might be staring now, ice cream forgotten for the moment. She knows what he's trying to say- or at least she knows what she's assuming he's trying to say, and yet she still feels the need to tease him a little. She'll probably feel guilty about it later, but that's a problem for future Chrissy.]
[ What could possibly be more important than picking up a cute girl and showing everyone how strong he is? Fighting for your life, he guesses, but other than that probably nothing. ]
I am a heavy sleeper, though, so that might be a problem. [ He laughs a little, and takes another scoop of ice cream. He's starting to feel a little lightheaded, but he ignores it. ]
[She hasn't really given much thought to what he does when they're not together, but she'd be lying if she tried to claim she isn't curious.]
Hmm. Well, I'll make sure to only want to be carried during the day. [Because she can definitely guarantee that. At this point she's just fishing the chocolate chips out of the puddle of minty goo in the bottom of her bowl.] I'm not a heavy sleeper anymore.
That must be nice. I think this is the most free time I've had since like... fifth grade?
[Whenever it was that Laura'd decided all she was good for was being married off, probably. It's still overwhelming, if she's being completely honest, but not having to deal with the daily criticisms and reminders has certainly helped quite a bit.]
I don't know. The nightmares have mostly stopped but it's still weird sleeping in a bed that isn't mine.
[Chrissy can't even imagine what it would be like to just aggressively not care what other people think. She's always had to worry about it, for one reason or another, and it's exhausting.]
[ He can't claim to be entirely free of peer pressure. He cares if people think he's tough, or masculine enough. He just doesn't care about success in the eyes of his parents or teachers or any other authority figure. ]
Hell yeah. [ He smiles again, even bigger than before.
The only problem is, the brownie's starting to hit him hard now and he doesn't even know if he can drag himself anywhere else, let alone carry Chrissy. ]
[Maybe it's a little ridiculous to be this excited about having a sleepover, but she still hasn't decided how to feel about being stuck here, and the fact that he also seems excited about it just makes her incredibly happy.
Unfortunately, she wasn't counting on him finishing off the other half of that brownie and effectively stranding them in the ice cream place.]
[ He slumps over on the table. That's just great. They're stuck in Scoops. On the other hand, he feels like he could pass out pretty much anywhere right now, so at least there's that. ]
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[Because she's not going to make more of a menace of herself right now by trying to mooch some of his double chocolate ice cream. She will however help herself to her mint chocolate chip in the meantime.]
It should be illegal for something to be that good. [Maybe she should have saved more for later, but Chrissy can't bring herself to be too worried about it now.] I'm glad you like it.
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[ Is there a limit on how much ice cream the local teens are allowed to take before being struck down? Time to find out. ]
I don't really feel anything, though. But I have a high tolerance. [ He says, taking another bite of the brownie so it can all hit him at once later. ]
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[It's said matter-of-factly before she helps herself to a spoonful of the double chocolate chip, which is a different kind of sweet. Nice enough but maybe not something she'd want a full bowl of.]
I didn't either... until I did. You're bigger and tougher than me. [Most people are, actually, but Vance is not most people.]
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[ He doesn't believe that he's sweet, not for a second, but it's nice that she says so.
What's even nicer is that she calls him big and tough, the two things he really wants to be. He stops slouching and puffs out his chest a little. ] And yeah, I am, that's why I'll make sure no one gets between you and that ice cream.
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[She's nothing if not aware of her own reputation back home- and guilty of perpetuating it out of necessity. Not that it matters here because the only people she knows from before couldn't care less about her reputation.
Chrissy had just been pointing out the obvious to also point out that the brownie would probably take longer to affect him than it had for her, but she notices his reaction and files that away for when she's not eating ice cream.] My hero.
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[ He wasn't a loser, and there were girls who thought he was cute, but most of them were either scared of him or too concerned with their reputations to be caught associating with him.
He blushes even deeper at the last comment. ]
I can't say I'm much of a hero, but I'll try and be yours if you want.
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[Instead of elaborating, she helps herself to some more ice cream. Is she stalling a little because her mouth is starting to take on a mind of its own? Maybe. But she also intends to finish her ice cream before it melts. Chrissy's not blind, though, and she takes no small amount of satisfaction from the fact that he's still smiling.]
Maybe you're not really a hero, but you did save me from having to sit there until I could walk again. [And sure, that was her fault to begin with, but she's not really in the mood to dwell on technicalities.] So... you don't really need to try. You're already my hero.
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Any time you don't feel like walking, I'm there. [ He takes another bite of his ice cream. The brownie hasn't hit him yet, and he's lucky that's all he had or he'd be trying to scarf down more. ]
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[Chrissy might be staring now, ice cream forgotten for the moment. She knows what he's trying to say- or at least she knows what she's assuming he's trying to say, and yet she still feels the need to tease him a little. She'll probably feel guilty about it later, but that's a problem for future Chrissy.]
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[ What could possibly be more important than picking up a cute girl and showing everyone how strong he is? Fighting for your life, he guesses, but other than that probably nothing. ]
I am a heavy sleeper, though, so that might be a problem. [ He laughs a little, and takes another scoop of ice cream. He's starting to feel a little lightheaded, but he ignores it. ]
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[She hasn't really given much thought to what he does when they're not together, but she'd be lying if she tried to claim she isn't curious.]
Hmm. Well, I'll make sure to only want to be carried during the day. [Because she can definitely guarantee that. At this point she's just fishing the chocolate chips out of the puddle of minty goo in the bottom of her bowl.] I'm not a heavy sleeper anymore.
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[ His ice cream is all gone, now he's just idly spinning the spoon around on the table with one finger. ]
Would you sleep better if I was looking out for you?
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[Whenever it was that Laura'd decided all she was good for was being married off, probably. It's still overwhelming, if she's being completely honest, but not having to deal with the daily criticisms and reminders has certainly helped quite a bit.]
I don't know. The nightmares have mostly stopped but it's still weird sleeping in a bed that isn't mine.
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[ Yeah, that brownie's starting to hit. ]
I did a lot of couch surfing when my folks were pissed at me, so I guess I'm used to different beds.
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[Chrissy can't even imagine what it would be like to just aggressively not care what other people think. She's always had to worry about it, for one reason or another, and it's exhausting.]
Oh. Did you have to do that a lot?
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[ He can't claim to be entirely free of peer pressure. He cares if people think he's tough, or masculine enough. He just doesn't care about success in the eyes of his parents or teachers or any other authority figure. ]
Yeah, it was fine, though. Like a sleepover.
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[Maybe that's not how it works, but it sounds reasonable enough to her currently addled brain that she's willing to believe it for now.]
I haven't had a sleepover in a while. We should have one.
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[ If he were drinking something he would have done a spit take at that last part. ] You...you wanna sleep over with me?
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[She's planning on it either way, but it's still nice to hear.]
I do. If you want to.
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[ He runs his fingers through his hair. ]
Like. Tonight?
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Um... tonight is fine with me!
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The only problem is, the brownie's starting to hit him hard now and he doesn't even know if he can drag himself anywhere else, let alone carry Chrissy. ]
...Walking fucking sucks.
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[Maybe it's a little ridiculous to be this excited about having a sleepover, but she still hasn't decided how to feel about being stuck here, and the fact that he also seems excited about it just makes her incredibly happy.
Unfortunately, she wasn't counting on him finishing off the other half of that brownie and effectively stranding them in the ice cream place.]
Sometimes... oh no! Are you stuck too?
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[ He slumps over on the table. That's just great. They're stuck in Scoops. On the other hand, he feels like he could pass out pretty much anywhere right now, so at least there's that. ]
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[That wouldn't be possible even if she was sober. As it is, she can barely sit up. It's the thought that counts, though. Right?]
Just give me like... five minutes.
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