Babysitting and pizza

meandmydisgrace:

A few hours later, Martha plopped down on the coach in Naomi’s living room. The babysitting had gone well, for the most part. Cam and Olivia were adorable, though Martha suspected they’d been on their best behaviour for her. Now the kids were in bed and the ‘grown-ups’ were left. Martha kinda wished she could seek out her bed. Though she liked kids, she didn’t spend that much time with them, and she’d forgotten how absolutely exhausting they could be.

But at least it all went reasonably okay, and Martha liked Naomi a lot better now. She was kind of glad that apparently Erica bumped into Naomi a few days ago. Erica could use some more nice people in her life.

“So. They are pretty energetic, huh?” Martha said with a slow smile.

It’s nearly nine o’clock by the time Olivia’s eyes droop shut and the girls are able to sit down. It’s been a long night, but the kids were better than she had expected them to be and Martha was a big help. Naomi can tell by the way that Martha’s footsteps seem just a bit heavier that the girl’s tired. She can’t blame her- she’d love to just lay down for a nap herself. Closing her eyes, she allows herself a moment or two of rest before opening them once more and glancing around the room. There’s a pizza box sticking out of the trash can and the lemonade had been left out on the counter, and despite the fact that she knows she should put it away, she reckons that a few more minutes of being lazy wouldn’t hurt anyone.

At Martha’s question, Naomi is snapped out of her previous thoughts. “Hm? Oh, yes, that’s for sure,” she said with a small grin. At first she had been unsure of what exactly Martha had said, but after a moment it had seemed to register in her groggy mind.

“So, what’s your verdict? Have the Sparks kids scared you so much that you won’t be visiting any time soon?” This she accentuated with a teasing smile, nudging the girl gently in the ribs.

Hello world

stilesthemage:

Hmm that’s odd, I thought everybody knew that… Haha! As if I would seriously suggest you’d go on some shooting rampage. I’m pretty sure you’d use a bazooka.

Me, using guns? Pff all the time. My dad taught me once but he vowed to never again because I was that good. 

I suppose they might; apart from me, of course. I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve ever had a conversation about Lydia’s eyelashes, so it’s definitely a possibility. Well, I’ll have you know that if I were to ever need to use one, I’d stick to a much more convenient weapon. 

Mhm. And you’re sure it’s not the other way around?

Jackson and Naomi: Celebration

smuglysuperior:

To defend his actions with the alcohol swirling in his veins and intoxicating him would have been — not only stupid — but incredibly untruthful as well, whereas Jackson did so gracefully, especially if prompted to admit it. This was a celebratory party with emphasis on that last world; would it really matter whom he decided to shoot a damn smile at? No, he thought not. Besides, the girl was indeed pretty damn good looking and if Lydia wasn’t in the picture— no, no, no, he wasn’t that much of a cheating adept, really. And that wasn’t a thought he was willing to dwell in, plus, they were good friends and it was a mess he just couldn’t see himself dealing with the drama which might stem off it, at all.

Still, it was an interesting booze-addled fantasy and Jackson spent a couple seconds indulging himself on the mental image, before catching a hold of himself and pushing them off his brain.

Crossing his arms against his chest, Jackson head rose slightly and his eyes met hers, narrowing dangerously at her assumption. Or at least, at the admittance that yes, despite having been one of the more important players for the team, he still hadn’t been the sole reason they had won. Obviously, it was a game and it shouldn’t matter, though he just couldn’t stop the faint irritation which made itself known. “Let’s assume I wasn’t there,” his words were louder than necessary, given the agitation and sheer noise in the room, but he tried not to scream in her ears either, “we probably wouldn’t have won, that’s the difference.” And he wasn’t sure why he bothered explaining this to her, especially when it really didn’t matter any more. “Though I’m sure you’re being difficult for some reason I just can’t fathom.” He admitted.

It took the boy beside her a few minutes to reply. When she’d thought to glance at him his eyes had seemed rather hazy, as if he wasn’t entirely paying attention. She brushed it off, assuming that it was an effect of the alcohol he had had. The bottle that she had found empty when she’d arrived was small, perhaps only enough to give the drinker a buzz. Or at least, that was what she’d guess given the extent of her knowledge on the effects of alcohol. She never really got to the point where she could feel the effects of the drink, or at least not when there were people around to see her. No, Naomi kept those moments to herself. That way she wouldn’t do anything she may end up regretting in the morning.

When Jackson crossed his arms she had a feeling that her comment may have riled him up. The gaze that he sent her through narrowed eyes was only further proof. Naomi wasn’t one for confrontation, but with Jackson it was almost fun. As horrible as it might sound if she were to admit it out loud, she almost enjoyed getting such a reaction out of the boy. Which is why she only smirked at his rather irritated gaze. His loud words and the sharp tone that he used didn’t effect her, in fact, it just made her smirk turn into a sly smile that she knew would only piss the him off. “I’m simply trying to keep your ego from getting too big, Jackson. No need to get so…worked up,” she said innocently. She attempted to keep up the facade, biting her lip softly so as not to laugh at what would undoubtedly be a very entertaining reaction.

Babysitting and pizza

meandmydisgrace:

Martha got confused for a bit when Naomi mentioned a Jennifer, but figured she’d find out soon enough, especially since it looked like they were going to move to the living room. “Yeah, definitely,” she said. She followed Naomi into the living room and saw there that Jennifer apparently was a doll. Well, okay then. Not much Martha could do with that - she’d never played with dolls as a kid, but had always tried to tag along with Jared as he played outside.

So Martha just let Olivia be and made her way over to Cam. She couldn’t tell what he was playing, just that it was some kind of shooter like Call of Duty or whatever. Though this wasn’t really her thing, she did know that it was incredibly annoying to be interrupted in the middle of a game, so she waited for a lull in the gameplay before saying: “Hi, you’re Cam, right? I’m Martha, I’m a friend of Naomi.” She just said ‘friend’ because it would be kind of awkward to go ‘well, I sort of know her except not really’ and anyway, it would be nice if it could eventually come true. Though she carefully looked over to Naomi to check she wasn’t overstepping or anything.

By the time Martha had made it into the living room, Olivia was once more looking between the scissors that Naomi had taken from her earlier and the doll that lay in front of her. Seeing that Martha had walked over to the couch that Cameron was sitting on, the blonde quickly went over to the desk that Olivia was eyeing and grabbed the object of her attention. She gave the younger girl a stern glance before taking the object and putting it atop the bookcase, which she herself could barely reach. That should keep the little one away and the doll’s hair intact. She didn’t think her sister bold enough to try and grab a chair to assist her.

Naomi’s attention was then drawn over to Martha as she introduced herself to her brother. She didn’t miss the way Martha seemed to hesitate before saying the word ‘friend’, as if she wasn’t sure that was the proper word to use to describe the relationship she had with his sister. The look she sent towards the blonde was rather careful and slightly unsure. Naomi just smiled and nodded her head slightly in approval. Maybe they weren’t friends at the time of the introduction, but Naomi hoped that they might go on to be. 

Hello world

stilesthemage:

Really? You never noticed them?

Yeah definitely! Come over sometime, or something. I haven’t played either of those games but uh - remind me to never piss you off OK? 

Nope, can’t say I have. But, um, I suppose I will have now?

Stiles? You don’t actually- hah, yeah, no. I’m sure firing gun is a lot more complicated in real life as opposed to holding down a button. But I’m sure you know that, Mr. Stilinski. I bet your dad’s taught you how to work a gun, right?

smuglysuperior:

I think we’re done here. Fuck off, will you?

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smuglysuperior:

Then forget about it and go your merry way and don’t make any waves, instead of actually fucking things up further.

Fat chance, Jackson.

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Babysitting and pizza

meandmydisgrace:

“Yeah, I’d love that,” Martha replied with a smile. “I’m always up for some smores.” And Martha was a somewhat big eater anyway - she didn’t know how much pizza Naomi had ordered, but chances were that she’d still be hungry after that.

Things were going pretty well so far. Though they had Olivia as a buffer, and that helped, so Martha wasn’t sure if they’d get along well on their own. One thing at a time, though. She focused back on Olivia, who was talking about her camp right now. “That’s pretty nice,” she said. “Can’t have a summer without swimming, after all.”

She glanced at the door opening towards the living room, from which she could hear the sounds of the game Naomi’s brother was playing. Martha was kind of curious about him. She liked meeting Naomi’s siblings. It made her feel like she knew Naomi better and could understand her more, the same way that knowing Jared would contribute to understanding Martha. It made her feel more at ease around Naomi; already, Martha was altering her view of Naomi and not thinking of her as “that popular cheerleader who hangs with Lydia a lot”, but as a person on her own.

Martha looked a lot younger when she smiled, Naomi decided. The confident smirk that she had worn when standing on the porch was worlds different than the smile she’d wear while talking to Olivia or now Naomi herself. It was…nice. It made Naomi question if the rumour’s she had heard about the girl were true. She didn’t seem as intimidating as some had made her out to be.

Naomi caught the curious glance that Martha sent towards the entrance to the living room, and decided that now might be the time to introduce her to the middle Sparks child. “Olivia, how about we go and check on Jennifer, yeah?” Naomi smiled gently at the younger girl, knowing that any mention of her favourite doll would get her interested. Her eyes lit up slightly and she nodded quickly, before taking off for the living room.

“Ready to meet my lovely brother?” Naomi asked with a slight grin, nodding her head towards the entrance to the living room. Taking the lead, the blonde made her way into the living room where Olivia was sitting on the floor and attempting to braid her American Girl Doll’s hair. The aforementioned brother was sitting just as he had been when Martha had first arrived, eyes focused on the television and hands practically glued to the controller.

smuglysuperior:

I don’t think you realize how stupid you sound.

Trust me, I’m aware. But taking into consideration my actions lately, me being stupid isn’t too surprising.

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smuglysuperior:

Well then, maybe you don’t know your best friend as well as you think you do if that’s what you think.

It’s more so wishful thinking.

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