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Post by morg on Nov 10, 2008 22:33:41 GMT -5
The jeans cost $39.95.
Even if Morgan actually had forty dollars to spare, there was no way she could possibly justify spending it on a pair of jeans. For one thing, her family would tease her relentlessly about it. Morgan Cavan did not lay down forty dollars for a pair of jeans. Even if they were a wonderful dark blue color, perfectly cut, with embroidery.
I am having a girly moment.
Honestly, Morgan found herself having more and more of those lately. She wasn't quite sure of the reason why. It might have been the result of finally having a "boyfriend," though that was still a barrel of awkward. Getting Jon to fess up to anything...
Or it might have been some inner drive to compete with Angela, who was about four words from joining the Cavan household.
Anyway, the point was that Morgan actually wanted the jeans. she stared at them through the glass window of the display. It wasn't hard to see her own reflection in the mirror: messy brunette curls yanked back into a disheveled ponytail. She'd thrown a battered jean jacket, a hand-me-down from Patrick, over a t-shirt that at least had originally been purchased for Morgan. all this over a ragged pair of jeans, which were so worn that the knees were starting to show.
Certainly not the sort of person who spent forty dollars on a pair of jeans.
Morgan sighed, looking to the jeans again. She really wanted them though...
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 11:49:13 GMT -5
"Cute jeans."
It was only one in the afternoon, and Elliot was already hating herself. First Nate, and now Morgan. Why couldn't she just keep her damn head down and ignore everyone like she had been planning on since the first moment her heels touched down in the US? She answered her own question without missing a beat. Because Elliot was a people person, and unlike in Europe, there was absolutely no handsome, charming and/or friendly strangers in Missouri, so she had been tempted to slip and fall back into a few old habits, all of which do indeed, die hard.
Besides, Morgan was more or less neutral in Elliot's book now, and had no influence on her disappearance at all, so perhaps of all the people she could possibly slip up and start a conversation with after four months, Morgan wasn't an all-together bad choice.
Until she turns around and bites your head off, of course
The blonde did her best to ignore the fact that she was never quite sure of how Morgan felt about her and simply hoped for the best. And in truth she knew that if the other girl greeted her coldly, than perhaps she would be tempted to wise up and crawl back into her hermit shell.
Turning her gaze to the center of Morgan's attention, Elliot's brow knitted as she silently scolded herself for momentarily considered shopping. After her trip, money was a little tighter for the girl and no matter how much she might have wanted new jeans, she forced herself to resist the denim temptation. Turning to her own outfit, the blonde fidgeted with the hem of her expensive looking jacket to calm her fidgety nerves. Being around Morgan always made Elliot wish that she was dressed more conservatively, as if her denim skirt was just another thing that the other Almasian was going to scorn her for.
Shaking off stray thoughts once more, the blonde tucked away a curl and offered the youngest Cavan a gentle smile.
"I look awful in jeans that dark, but I think you could totally pull them off."
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Post by morg on Nov 12, 2008 17:51:53 GMT -5
The friendliness caught Morgan off guard. For a few moments, she thought that Angela or Kellan had found her. One of the people she'd somehow found herself befriending in spite of it all, and someone who'd be willing to simply strike up a conversation with her on the street. Instead, her eyes fell on Elliot Davis.
Morgan never really knew how to handle Elliot. She couldn't forget the way Elliot had actually supported her at the first failed graduation, it wasn't in Morgan to simply wave away a gesture like that. Furthermore, they both technically dated best friends, as Jon and Dorian were incredibly tight. By that nature, Morgan felt obligated to be friendly toward Elliot. But at the same time, Morgan couldn't help but feel jealous toward the blonde. Not simply for the looks, as Morgan was beginning to come to terms with the differences between herself and the slinky blondes that seemed to populate the area, but Elliot's relationship with Eiji had always been, and most likely always would be, something that stuck with Morgan.
Something about Elliot had made Eiji want her and not Morgan.
"Where have you been?" Morgan demanded, displaying her usual amount of tact. "I was beginning to think you'd fallen off the face of the Earth, and I wasn't the only one."
The jeans again drew Morgan's eye, and she again saw that price tag, and she sighed.
"I wish," she said, smiling ruefully, "but I seriously doubt I could explain spending that amount of money on jeans. My family's already going to skin me alive when they find out how much I've been spending on underwear lately. I don't need to hand them more ammunition."
Morgan's eyes flicked up to Elliot. Why was she here, and more importantly, why was she talking to Morgan of all people? Shouldn't she be wrapped around some boy by now?
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 19:35:52 GMT -5
"Thinking, or hoping?" Elliot raised an eyebrow, and she approached the query in a friendly enough way, her smile still apparent, but in truth it was little more than bait to try and gauge just how Morgan felt about the blonde today.
"I took a little vacation." And that was all the girl was going to offer for now, but that wasn't to say that she would divulge more if Morgan decided to press the matter. Though the distinctly European touch to her voice, style and skin tone was more or less a fair and silent giveaway to where she had been hiding for several months.
Shifting her weight onto her other foot self-consciously, Elliot jammed her hands in her pockets and nodded her head toward the jeans.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish clothes weren't so expensive. I got into a nasty habit of shoplifting for a while, but I'm proud to say that I've outgrown that phase." Despite how well she dressed, the leggy blonde was never wealthy, and neither was her family, and for a while, her expensive tastes had gotten the best of her; Elliot had her doubts on how long she could actually shake that phase before the urge came back to get her again.
"Hey, and just remind them that underwear is a perfectly valid excuse for a girl - or Eiji - to splurge." She giggled easily, once again noting how easy it was for her to discuss Eiji as long as she was mocking him.
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Post by morg on Nov 12, 2008 19:47:11 GMT -5
"Thinking mostly," Morgan replied, shrugging, "maybe some hoping. Doubt it would matter all that much."
Morgan's eyes flicked to Elliot again. Vacation? What kind of vacation involved you disappearing from the radar for several months without telling anyone. Not even Dorian had really known, from what Morgan knew. And something about that accent...
It looked like the girl had run off to Europe or something.
"I've shoplifted once or twice," Morgan admitted. She smirked, rolling her eyes. "Got caught once. Fortunately it was in Pickneyville, and the cops just dropped me off at home with a stern warning. It was almost too easy, with my Gift."
So much in what Elliot said resonated with Morgan. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Morgan felt so nervous around Elliot. Too much in common.
"See, there's a problem with that argument," she sighed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her ragged jeans and looking down at her distinctly disheveled appearance, "my family has a tendency to forget that I am a girl."
Smiling ruefully, Morgan looked up at Elliot.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 12, 2008 20:13:31 GMT -5
"Well, I figured I had to come back eventually"
Elliot smirked, as Morgan spoke, her hands finally leaving her pockets as she tucked a curl behind her ear and then crossed her arms over her chest. Tucking her hands in her pockets reminded her of someone and she didn't want to risk spoiling this decent mood she had been growing into since she woke up.
"Well, then you should probably remind them." Stepping toward the door of the boutique, Elliot grinned mischievously before reaching over and holding the door open for Morgan. The very least the girl could do for herself was try them on. Besides, this seemed like an opportunity that the blonde's Gift could come in handy.
[UGH. sorry D:]
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Post by morg on Nov 12, 2008 22:03:22 GMT -5
The humor wasn't lost on Morgan, and she smiled over at Elliot. Yes, this was definitely someone Morgan could get to like, once she got over the stupid jealousy issue. Which really shouldn't exist in the first place.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Morgan agreed, winking at Elliot. She waltzed into the store first. Once inside, she quickly located the jeans, and made a beeline for them. Up close they looked even better than they had through the window. Morgan studied them, already picturing herself wearing them.
But she was still pretty sure she didn't have enough money to buy them. Grumbling, she dug into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a handful of crumpled bills. There was at least one ten, and a couple of ones. Maybe a five in there. She smoothed them out, flicking them through her fingers and studying them. Still short.
"Yeah, love to," she murmured, turning to look at Elliot. She held up the fistful of cash, wincing. Condemned to hand-me-downs.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 17, 2008 17:10:25 GMT -5
Elliot watched Morgan, following her with a lazy half-step in between them, and as the youngest Cavan dove into her pocket, Elliot was counting things over in her head, trying to remember how much cash she had in the bottom of her purse. Looking over at the brunette just in time to catch her grimace, the older girl couldn't help but grin. She recognized the expression as one she had worn herself many times while dressed in her sisters old things.
"Well, I could always make light of my stellar gift and get them for you on a huge discount." As Elliot stepped closer to the other girl, it was hard to tell if she was jesting or not "Or I could buy them for you." It was rare that she ever had enough money to lend anyone, and in the given moment and company, it seemed like a sweet enough gesture.
"But if I do, you're buying me a cup of coffee later."
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Post by morg on Nov 17, 2008 19:44:37 GMT -5
Stealing something sounded appealing to Morgan all of a sudden. To simply use their Gifts to get what they wanted. Wouldn't be hard, between a time stopper and a physical genius. A quick freeze, a quick grab, a quick dash, and no one would be the wiser.
And that's how supervillans would start.
Morgan smirked, glancing over at Elliot. "Yeah, we steal those and before you know it, we're dressing in leotards and holding a city for ransom. You might look good in spandex, but I hate the stuff. Itchy and it rides up."
The youngest Cavan sighed, looking up at the jeans. Now she had to decide whether she wanted to accept Elliot's generosity. It struck her as odd, given their relationship thus far. Why the sudden display of something resembling charity? Elliot couldn't have that much money on Morgan.
"I would love you if you bought those jeans for me," Morgan admitted, "but I can't really see why. I mean, last time I saw you I avoided you like you had the plague. And before that I'm pretty sure I wanted to hit you."
Morgan smiled a little at that. Yeah, that had been stupid jealous at work. "Seriously, I've not exactly been great to you and you want to buy me jeans? That's awesome, and you're so obligated now, but,"
She paused, glancing at the jeans, then at Elliot, "why?"
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 0:13:01 GMT -5
"Hey, we could just rock the tighty-whities over our pants and call it a costume. Or is that just limited to the good guys?" The idea of stealing was actually more than tempting for a minute, and with a wry smile, Elliot tucked it away for future use. Maybe she's even drag Morgan along on the adventure and talk the younger girl into creating a little mischief. Another day.
"I dunno. I mean," The blond shrugged submissively, wondering how to put it into words. "I've never disliked you Morgan, despite how you may have felt about me." Elliot shifted her weight once more, trying not to chew on her lip to no avail. She hadn't had anything to drink all day, and honesty was hard for her to come by without first loosening her lips with a little wine.
"And I happen to have enough cash to buy those jeans for you, so don't question it or I'll have to change my mind." Her anxiety melted into an easy smile after a second, and she held her hand out so the brunette could hand her the pants.
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Post by morg on Nov 18, 2008 0:37:02 GMT -5
"Let me check the d**m size first," Morgan retorted, grinning. Elliot had always had an attractive personality, at least for the spunky Cavan girl. It was just surmounting that huge block of jealousy in the way. Which was slowly shrinking.
Morgan quickly checked a few pants for sizes, finally finding her own. She flopped the jeans out, holding them against her legs and looking down. Definitely hot. And only somewhat girly. Morgan could actually wear these in public without feeling embarrassed or awkward. Perfect.
"Here, these should fit," Morgan said, handing the jeans over to Elliot. "I can always return them or something if not."
Morgan rolled her eyes, "I never really didn't like you, I guess. I mean, it's the whole... never mind. It's stupid to keep bringing it up."
Indeed, it should be. Because Morgan dated Jon now, and Eiji apparently had a quasi-girlfriend who didn't happen to be either Morgan nor Elliot. The little bit still hung there, and Morgan just kept trying to swat it away:
he chose you but not me.
"Alright, you buy the jeans, and I'll treat you to at least a coffee," Morgan grinned, "I've got that much, after all. And I'll just have to surprise you with something cooler later."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 18:47:52 GMT -5
Elliot took the jeans out of Morgan's hand with a lazy, feline smile.
"There was and is absolutely nothing, to envy about whatever I had with Eiji, kid. Trust me." Sincerity touched her eyes, and it was obvious enough that there were things Morgan, or anyone for that matter, hadn't seen about Elliot and Eiji. Though, Elliot felt that if she would let anyone in on them, it probably would have been Morgan. The brunette probably wouldn't be so envious if she ever heard about the real reason that had Elliot running away across an entire ocean.
"Besides," she tried to inject some joy into her expression now. "You're the one that got lucky. Jon is easily one of the best." She headed toward the cash register after shooting the younger girl a wink. Elliot had been genuinely happy to hear about the littlest Cavan and Jon. She had a huge fondness for Dorian's younger friend, and to see things work out for him had been good news among a sea of bad.
After paying for the pants, Elliot turned to Morgan with another amused little grin, as if she was still having a bit of trouble grasping things. With the shopping bag in her hand, she nodded her head toward the door.
"Now, I do believe you owe me a really strong cup of coffee."
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Post by morg on Nov 18, 2008 22:29:47 GMT -5
"Easy to say that," muttered Morgan, eying Elliot. Again she had to fight the small swell of jealousy, though it was a much easier battle this time. For one thing, now Morgan actually wanted to like Elliot, at least as a potential friend. The older girl had always been straight enough with her, and given sound advice.
Besides, it was hard to hate someone who was buying you awesome jeans.
"Yeah, Jon's great," another half-muttered sentiment leaking from Morgan. Elliot was unwittingly bumming the youngest Cavan out, and Morgan could almost feel her buzz fading. It did pick up some as Elliot returned with the purchased pants.
"Really strong coffee?" Morgan repeated, smirking. From what she'd heard, Elliot preferred everything to be really strong. "No problem, I know just the place. Nice little shop nearby, Hershey's Place or something like that."
She jerked her head in the general direction, waiting for Elliot to move before she matched step with the other girl, hopefully heading in the right direction.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Nov 18, 2008 22:48:54 GMT -5
"Really strong. I've been up since eight and I'm stone sober. It's positively awful and I'm hoping some caffeine will even me out a bit." Truths hidden behind a smile, Elliot was the queen of coy and something flashed behind her eyes as she pushed her purse further up on her shoulder. She headed for the door, holding it open behind her for Morgan as the cool November air brushed past them.
"So, what else have I missed?" Elliot looked over her shoulder at the younger girl, curiosity brimming in her expression now. Since her return, some things simply hadn't changed in the least, like Kenneth and Kellan or Draco's secret love for Sex and the City. But somethings had been sort of a surprise, Eiji and Kara, or Nate's new bit of confidence, for instance. She was wondering what else had been going on in her absence.
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Post by morg on Nov 18, 2008 23:08:36 GMT -5
Being up since eight and sober didn't sound too bad to someone who'd been up since around six and only got drunk every once in a while. Then again, Morgan wasn't Elliot, and didn't even want to try and wrap her head around that particular possibility. Even with her newfound quasi-respect/like for the girl, the only thing Morgan really wanted that she had was Eiji. And maybe a bit of that sexy self-confidence.
"Let's see, what have you missed..." Morgan wracked her brain for a bit, "There was my brother's emo stage, where he could probably have matched you for drinking. Thankfully that's now ended and he's playing Ken to Angela's Barbie. Kenneth and Kellan are about the same still. He's trying to work his way in her pants, and she's treating him like Kenneth deserves to be treated. If you've met Eiji, you probably know more about what's going on there than I do. I think he picked up a girl of some sort, but I only know rumors.
"St. John released a new album, own the local club, and is still attacking anything with breasts. Jon's still being Jon. A few people have left, a few people have returned, and a few new people have turned up," Morgan shrugged. "If you wanted to know specifics, I might be able to help out."
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