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A few scattered stars lingered in the sky overhead as Wish made her way quickly along the sidewalk. The pair of old sneakers that adorned her feet were falling apart in places, but she outright refused to buy new ones. Some of her friends from work had even offered to loan her the money to purchase newer, nicer shoes. One or two had even had the nerve to suggest she start wearing heels, as if that were going to happen. Needless to say, the offer had been immediately shot down in such a tone that they dared not risk hinting that a pair of black pumps might make her appear more lady-like. But no, Wish preferred to prance around town in old t-shirts that boldly displayed the names of bands that were so ancient no one had even heard of them, save for herself, of course. Those along with a pair of thread-bare shorts whose length lingered just above her knees led to the fact that few people believed her when she announced that she was the voice they often heard on their radios in the morning. Most assumed she was just some untrustworthy teenager who was trying to impress her friends with her clothing choices. Large brown eyes, freckles, and hair that was usually left down and a regular sea of split-ends only encouraged such assumptions. But physical appearance hardly mattered tonight, seeing as Wish was currently on her way to pay one of her closer friends a visit. She and Apollo were planning on carving pumpkins. The latter's house appeared just ahead, and Wish quickened her pace to reach it. A few quick bounds led her to the front door, and an overly enthusiastic knock announced her arrival. So what if she was ten minutes late?

Apollo rushed around the house, double checking to make sure he had everything set up and ready to go. He was thankful that Wish had been running late, because he had accidentally slept through his alarm to wake him up from his nap. He had hurriedly put away his game - probably losing his progress in the process - and laid the newspapers down before gathering anything that was necessary. He straightened out his black t-shirt that was wrinkled from sleep, and just before the knock on the door announced Wish's arrival. He crossed the room in a few long strides and nearly ripped the door off it's hinges to let the short teen-looking woman in.

As the door whipped open, the grin on Wish's face only widened. She contemplated giving Apollo a hug for a brief second before deciding against it, and simply slipping past him into the house. The living space was practically worthy of royalty compared to her own wreck of a home, and she cast an anxious glance at the stained fabric on her shoes. Wish wasn't sure whether she should take them off or not, but she also wasn't wearing socks of any sort. The dilemma resolved itself when she chose to delay it with a question. Her gaze panned back to Apollo as she asked, "All set to carve pumpkins and make a mess?" It was one of the few days set aside each year for just such a thing, and Wish wanted to make the most of it. Besides, no one could tell her not to, considering that carving pumpkins was most certainly a messy task at best. At worst, it was a horrific spew of slime and seeds and juice that ended up splattered all across the house and somehow ended up carried down the hallways where it would be forgotten. That usually meant the entire house stunk, and an unholy amount of air freshener was necessary afterwards to mask the odor. Rotting pumpkin pieces were part of the reason why she never held such activities in her own home. It had taken her long enough to get the smell of what she could only guess was cat urine out of her apartment, and that had required replacing the carpeting. She didn't need it to stink to high heaven again.

Apollo gave a small smirk after closing the door and walking towards the pumpkins on the floor. "Is there any other way?" He asked sarcastically, plopping down onto the floor ungracefully. He folded his legs into a cross-legged position and grabbed one of the knives off the floor, skillfully cutting the top of the pumpkin off.

With a shrug meant only for herself, Wish kicked her feet free of her sneakers, and skipped over to the pumpkins. She stood, squinting at them for a moment, before dropping onto the floor across from Apollo. The other knife caught her attention, and she plucked it from the floor with one small hand. Whether she was actually skilled enough to shove a sharp object through the top of a pumpkin or not remained to be seen. With her free hand, she snagged the coarse stem of the pumpkin and tugged it closer, wrapping her legs around it so that her ankles crossed on the other side. It was fortunate that her strike was controlled enough that she didn't stab herself in the leg as she violently impaled the top of the pumpkin with the knife. She gave a noisy "Ba ha!" as she did so, attempting to saw the top off with little success. Could she gut a pumpkin? Sure. Could she slash the top off with a sharp object that one as wild as herself shouldn't actually be handling? Probably not.

Apollo couldn't help but chuckle at Wish as she attempted to saw off the pumpkin top. "Want some help?" He offered, but not getting up because he knew that she would probably refuse his offer. He blinked down at the pumpkin with excitement in his bright green eyes. He loved to get all the pumpkin gut out of the pumpkin. When he was younger he and his brother would always fling the guts at each other while their mom and sisters got angry at them for doing so.

"Nnnnhhhg," Wish huffed, "I can get it, I think." The knife was ripped free of the pumpkin and used to stab the offending object repeatedly. The result was certainly not even remotely pretty, but it at least gave her a bit more to work with than she had possessed previously. Wish's face was set in concentration, her tongue protruding slightly from her mouth, as she struggled to saw the top off the pumpkin. Her clothing was already splattered with tiny, orange bits despite having just started. When the top finally went flying off the pumpkin, it bounced across the floor to land about a foot away. Wish flung her hands in the air, knife still dangling haphazardly from one of them, and shouted, "Ha ha! I told you I could do it!"

Apollo grinned stupidly at her excitement, shook his head, and began to sccop the pumpkin guts from the pumpkin. He knew you were technically supposed to use some fancy, or rather un-fancy, to be honest, scooper tool-do-hikie for this part, but to him it was easier to just use his hands. His mother would have had a heart attack at the sight.

Now that the top of the pumpkin had been removed, Wish peered into the gooey depths with an expression that was hardly enthusiastic. She'd always hated this part, but it needed to be done. Besides, she did like roasting the seeds afterwards, and she couldn't do that unless she got them out of the pumpkin. Cringing, she shoved both hands inside the pumpkin and started digging around. With her nose practically touching the edge of the pumpkin with how far forward she was leaning, she blindly tossed pumpkin guts away in front of her. Most of them landed on the newspaper with a wet splatter, but that was only most of them.

Apollo instinctively flinched as a discarded part from the inside of Wish's pumpkin hit his forehead right above his eye. "Oh really now? I can play that game too, Wish." he playfully smirked, throwing a handful of the gunk at her.

Having been looking down, Wish didn't expect the wad of pumpkin innards to come flying at her face. She looked up at exactly the wrong moment, and received the pleasure of feeling slime connect with her face. She found herself sputtering to get a mixture of seeds and gunk away from her mouth, but managed to wipe away most of it with her forearm. A mischievous little grin arched across her face as she rummaged around inside the pumpkin, and ended up with two large handfuls of slime. They went flying towards Apollo with a cackle that would have sounded perfect when accompanied by a witch costume.

Despite being ready for the retaliation, Apollo couldn't dodge the gooey mixture as it sailed towards him. Quite frankly, he was more freightened by the cackle that escaped Wish's lips than the idea of getting attacked by the sailing pumpkin guts. He responded by sending another wave of pumpkin mixture towards the one friend he'd managed to keep in the last few years.

The return fire Wish received was partially dodged by flopping onto her back. About three-fourths of it still caught her across the top of the head, however, and it was dribbling down her face when she sat up again. The next throw was wild and entirely blind due to the fact that she had shut her eyes tightly to keep the gunk from getting in them when she threw. As she flailed to get the stuff off her face after her throw, the pumpkin tipped over from her wriggling and rolled partway across the floor.

Apollo managed to dodge the next round of pumpkin, but it wasn't hard to do, as it hadn't been really aimed. He couldn't help but laugh as Wish seemed to be freaking out over the pumpkin that had landed near her eyes. He picked up her pumpkin and sat it down far enough away so that it wouldn't be considered a threat. "You okay there?" he asked with a playful smirk evident in his tone.

It was difficult to remove the pumpkin from her face when Wish wasn't able to use her hands. Both the fronts and backs of both appendages were covered in orange slurry, leaving her to rub at her face with her arms instead. "Pfshsh," she said, trying to blow the pumpkin away from her mouth with air alone. "Think you could help me get this stuff off?" Her own efforts were proving to be ineffective at best. At worst, they were only smearing the pumpkin guts further across her face.

Apollo was shocked to say the least at Wish asking for help. "Uhh, yeah, hold on. And stay still." he said, walking off to clean his hands before helping get the gunk away from her eyes. He tried to hurry as fast as he could with the cleaning process, but he didn't want to miss any of the goop. He grabbed a towl and wiped his hands off on it before sitting down beside Wish. "Okay I have a towel. And I'm gonna wipe your face off with it. Don't freak out." he stated, and then began to clean the pumpkin off her face.

As the slime was wiped away from her face, Wish couldn't help but snicker. For one thing, she felt ridiculous, sitting there with her eyes shut and letting someone clean her face like a toddler. But on another note, she found it humorous that Apollo felt the need to tell her what he was using to remove the pumpkin and that she didn't need to freak out about it. The snickering turned into laughter as she tried to hold still. "What else would you be using? Underwear?"

Apollo rolled his eyes at Wish's response. "Well, I dunno, I am a guy, so anything is possible." he sarcastically said, his eyes glinting in amusement. "Alright, there." he stated after the rest of the pumpin had been removed.

Wish cracked open one eye to peer at him, a look that indicated mischief present on her face. "Great, and I suppose you don't shower for a month and walk down the street with your pants half off, too? And kick the neighbor's cat and yell when there's football on tv even though the players can't hear you?"  A smirk twisted across her face. "Well, maybe kicking the old hag's cat isn't just a guy thing. Least I hope not." Wish had gotten in trouble many times in the past for booting her elderly neighbor's cat when it tried to trip her on the way out the door. The first few times it had genuinely been accidental, but it became more of a habit after that. Of course, she only kicked the cat if it was on her doorstep, and never hard. But that old lady sure could run when she was after someone with a broom for hurting her precious baby.

"Well, maybe back when I was a rebellious teenager, but not anymore. Do you really kick the neighbor's cat Wish?" Apollo snorted, leaning back and looking at the pumpkins. "I don't even want to finish now." he stated, his typical laziness kicking in.
"Of course, I do!" Wish exclaimed. "The thing tries to assassinate me every morning! But... I guess a radio host with a broken arm wouldn't really matter all that much. Its not like I drive or have to look nice, eh?" When Apollo mentioned not wanting to finish carving the pumpkins, she laughed again. "What? Giving up on throwing goop at me?" A devilish smirk twisted across her face as both eyes flicked fully open. She raised one eyebrow as she inquired, "Should I consider it a surrender, then?"

"Surrender?.. I thought you surrendered the moment you asked for my help?" he joked, standing up to gather the now empty pumpkin. "Gah, I'll have to take a shower. You probably should too." he suggested, tossing the pumpkin in the trashcan before gathering the pumpkin-splattered newspapers and throwing those away too.

"Puh-lease! I was just giving you a break!" Wish responded, waving her hand about as if that was what she had actually been doing. She scrambled to her feet, snatching up the other pumpkin. She regarded it curiously for a moment, debating on whether she could throw it away or if she could find something else to do with it. "I think I'll keep it," she said after a moment. "Now, I've got something to really get that cat with!" Of course, she was joking, and Wish dropped the pumpkin in the garbage a moment later. The mention of a shower caught her attention, and she grinned mischievously. "Shower, huh? Can I come?"

Apollo blinked, shocked for a moment, and then went to answer. He immediately shut his mouth, unsure of how to answer. If he said no, he might have hurt her feelings and their friendship. If he said yes he might still hurt the friendship. "Uhh, yeah I guess."

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Settled on the couch some odd amount of time later, Wish's eyes followed the action flashing across the television screen. It wasn't the first time she'd watched The Avengers, but it was the type of movie she never seemed to tire of. Her hair was still damp, and had developed slight waves that made it appear more well-cared for than her usual frizz. Still, it would soon be back to its normal self, probably before the movie was over. Wish had used a rag to clean off some of the pumpkin that had gotten on her clothing, but it hadn't been much. The wet patches had dried already. Every so often, Wish would snicker, and it was certainly not directed at the movie or even Apollo who was sitting next to her. Or, perhaps it was directed at him, but not due to what he was doing at the moment.

Apollo, however, was not paying attention to Wish. The movie had his complete, undivided attention. He, of course, had seen it before, but every time it had teh same effect of drawing him in. They had already gotten to the part where Loki tricked Thor? He knew what was coming next, and still he shouted "NO" at the TV with Thor as Agent Coulsen died on the helicarrier.

Wish twitched at the sudden shout as she turned to give Apollo a curious look. "So, you do yell at the tv..." Her eyes narrowed as she turned to gaze back at the tv, a satisfied smirk crossing her face. "I knew it." Despite the movie being the type to draw people in, it was incapable of doing so to Wish. At least, not at the moment. For one thing, popcorn was a must when watching movies, though she hadn't said so to Apollo. Aside from that, she was also getting hungry. She had eaten lunch at precisely noon, and her stomach was warning her that she should eat something soon. This left her contemplating what she wanted to eat rather than fixating on the television set, and she was only partially watching the movie. More like, hearing what was going on rather than actually watching.

Dumbfounded, Apollo glanced to Wish before quickly looking back to the movie. "Who DOESN'T yell at the TV?" He asked, knowing quite well that everyone had their moments of yelling at the TV. He stretched and then his stomach grumbled particularly loud. He groaned, thinking about food.

"You just seemed like you'd be..." Wish started before stopping and shrugging. "Never mind." At that moment, the old flip phone in her back pocket chose to give an irritating buzz. She sat forward, prying it from from the pocket in which she had stuffed it with some effort. Wish used one thumb to flip open the lid, clicked a button, and scanned the text that had been sent to her. It was from her boss's assistant. Sure, it was a bit unprofessional for someone to order that texts be sent to their employees rather than a phone call, but Wish had specifically asked for such methods of communication. It ensured she wouldn't forget or lose whatever paper she had written the information on. But back to the text. It read that she was to arrive at work particularly early the next morning, as one of the crew had come down with some sort of sickness and Wish had been recruited to help set up for the morning broadcast. A quick text back promised she would be there, but the scowl across her face told she wasn't at all pleased about it as she shoved the phone back into her pocket. She flopped back against the couch, pouting, just as Apollo's stomach gave a growl. Wish glanced at him, scowl evaporating in an instant. "You're hungry too, huh?"

A little embarrassed by the rude protesting from his stomach at the lack of food, Apollo nodded. "Eh just a little bit I guess. I don't have food in the house though so well have to go somewhere for food." He responded, immediately thinking about the different places that were around his home.

"That didn't sound like a little bit," Wish commented, butt vibrating as her phone buzzed once more. She ripped it out of her pocket again, read the 'Great! Thanks!', and snapped the lid back shut. Without taking her eyes off the offending object that sat in her hand, she asked, "Got anywhere in mind?" She typically had at least a little something to nibble on at home, though it wasn't usually much. Other than that, she tried to find the cheapest places to eat. Whether they had decent food or not was irrelevant.

Grabbing the remote controller, Apollo paused the movie that still had about thrity minutes left and turned to face Wish. "Well, within walking distance there's a subway and a Mc Donald's, but if I get caught anywhere NEAR a Mc Donald's I'll probably get kicked from the team." he stated in response to her question. It was not a secret that his university's coach was incredibly strict about his player's diets. And he wasn't overreacting when he said he could get kicked from the team, he'd seen it happen before. And he didn't want to risk that.

"I guess Subway sounds as good a place as any. Probably better than what I normally eat, anyway. But I've never actually been there, so that's just a guess," Wish replied, absently flipping the lid of her phone open and shut repeatedly. Her comment about having never actually been to Subway was far from a joke. It was too far for her to walk there on a regular basis, and the food she usually ate was cheaper anyway. It fluctuated between tasting like garbage and absolutely nothing, and she had often sat - staring at her plate - and wondering if it really had been pulled out of the dumpster down the street. Personally, she wouldn't be surprised if it had been, and that would also be the perfect explanation for why it was so cheap. One couldn't sell expensive garbage.

Apollo was left in shock at Wish's statement of never being to Subway before. "But.. how can you have never been to Subway before? That settles that, we HAVE to go now." he stated, jumping off the couch a second after. He left her on the couch while he wandered through the house, putting on a hoodie and shoes so that they could leave.

As Apollo wandered about the house, searching for shoes and whatnot so they could leave, something came to Wish's attention. She'd borrowed some of Apollo's clothes since her own were covered in pumpkin guts. It had been nice of him to do so, but it was going to make walking anywhere virtually impossible. Wish twisted around on the couch, draping her upper body across the back of it. "Uh, Apollo? Could you just... maybe... bring food back here instead? I mean, it was nice of you to let me borrow your clothes, and all... but I can't really walk, ya know?"

Shaking his head, Apollo walked back over to the couch. "Nope, come on. Time to go." he said, taking her hand and lifting her off the couch.

Wish bit back a protest as she was tugged off the couch, reaching down and hooking her fingers through the loop on the pants to keep them from falling off in the process. Still, she hesitated to move once on her feet, instead opting to nibble on her lip as she puzzled out the proper way to inform someone that she couldn't actually do what they were asking. If she tried to walk on her own, chances were that the borrowed pants would go sliding down around her ankles before she even got halfway down the sidewalk. Halfway to the door would probably be more accurate, but at least then it wouldn't be in the middle of the street and it would only be Apollo laughing at her instead. Then again, that might have been worse than if everyone in town except for him had laughed at her. She wasn't quite sure, but she didn't want to find out. "But I can't!" Wish insisted, staring at the floor with an expression that indicated general unhappiness. "If I try to walk, they're going to fall off, and everyone's going to laugh at me..." she mumbled.

"No, they won't. Because we're going to stop at your house on the way so you can get clothes that fit. And because I'm feeling lazy tonight, we can just take the car." Apollo argued, walking towards the kitchen to get the keys to his old car that he rarely ever used. He preferred not to use it if he was just going somewhere in town, but tonight was an exception.

Before she could offer any argument pertaining to stopping by her house, Wish found herself gaping at the idea that Apollo actually owned a car. There were few times in her life when she had possessed enough money to purchase such a luxury, and she hadn't done so at the time because she couldn't. The cash had soon been spent to pay for general necessities, and little was ever leftover for things that might be considered unnecessary. That was why she walked everywhere and ate at only the cheapest places she could find. Anything above the basics was simply something she couldn't afford. When she did find her voice, Wish was scrambling for reasons why they couldn't possibly visit her apartment. "Trust me, you don't want to go to my place. It's... eh, messy. I mean, really messy! You can't even find the floor it's so bad! And the neighbors get mad when there's cars going by at night." She was digging for excuses, and she knew it. Apollo probably did too. None of the reasons she had given were actually the one reason they couldn't - and shouldn't - go to her house. The neighbors didn't care about cars, especially not when the music blaring from the street corners was loud enough to drown out almost anything, gunshots and breaking windows included. Her apartment wasn't messy. She didn't own enough for it to be even remotely that way.

Apollo waved off her poor excuses. "It's either that or I drag you through town in those clothes. No car included." he gave her the choice, crossing his arms like a bratty teenage girl, and waited for her answer.

"But... but... they might steal your car," Wish whined, knowing well enough that whatever excuses she spouted would not change matters in the least. The only way she figured it was possible to get Apollo to change his mind was when whatever option she offered instead required less effort. Perhaps a torrent of begging and tears might work, but it was not something she had ever tried. Truthfully, she was afraid to do so, worrying more about what his opinion of her would be after pulling such a stunt. Would he think she was manipulative or just a whiny child who cried to get her own way? The thought of him thinking either option stung horribly, but she would never openly admit that it did.

"I'll stay in the car." Apollo shrugged, not backing down. He honestly didn't see what made it such a big deal that they couldn't go to her house for her to change clothes so she didn't fall over or have them fall down.

Wish shuffled her feet, obviously thinking things over. "I guess that works," she said after a moment or two of silence. "Can we just go and get it over with?" It wasn't so much that she was afraid of going to her own apartment, but that she was dreading hearing what Apollo would say about it once they got there. Even if he didn't say a word about it - though, it wasn't like him not to -, Wish would know he was judging her because of where she lived. No one in their right mind wouldn't, and Apollo was most certainly in his right mind. Sometimes, she questioned that logic, but only sometimes. Throughout the entire conversation pertaining to pants and apartments, she hadn't once looked at him.

"Alright then, come on." Apollo said, grasping her much smaller hand in his and pulling her towards the door that led to his single car garage. The car had, like many other of his ''fancy'' things, been in his family for years. It had been passed down to him, it wasn't like he was rich enough to buy it on his own. Sure, he didn't struggle, but that was because both of his parents had left him money in their wills.

Without a word spoken, Wish trailed after him. Her eyes remained downcast as her fingers absently curled themselves around as much of Apollo's hand as they could. Such an action made the drastic size difference almost laughable, but Wish was more focused on hoping he wouldn't notice, at least not until they completed the short trip to the car. With one hand preventing her pants from falling off, it occurred to her that she felt extremely childish. It made her grateful that she had agreed to make the trip home to retrieve proper fitting clothing. All she had to do was keeping promising herself that Apollo would still be her friend even after he saw the rundown part of town in which she lived.

Apollo opened the door and quickly stepped through it into the insanely small garage. Inside it was a few boxes of whatever and the old, beat up car. It was nothing fancy, and it hadn't been touched up in years. Not since his father had been killed. He brushed away that thought and opened the passenger's side door for Wish.

While her companion may not have thought the car was anything fancy, Wish certainly did. She glanced over her shoulder, back towards the main part of the house, and found herself hoping she could slip back inside and forget all about getting her own clothes from home. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad trying to stumble down the street to get food. When the car door opened with a metallic click, she realized that such a thing was no longer an option. Wish's grip on Apollo's hand tightened for a moment before she reluctantly let go, and slid onto the seat of the car. Even as she did so, she was careful to watch where her feet were going so she didn't accidentally kick the side of it. The process of fastening the seat belt and folding her hands in her lap was completed quietly and quickly.

Apollo closed the door once he saw Wish was safely inside, and went around to his own side. He slid onto the old, worn leather and started the engine, which didn't sound good so he knew he needed to get it fixed up soon. "Alright Wish how do I get to your house from here." He said, raising the garage door as he asked.

Wish thought about it for a moment, trying to remember exactly how she'd gotten to his house in the first place. "Well, if you don't want to drive through a few really nice yards, you..." she trailed off, thinking. "Take a left at the end of the driveway, then a right at the stop sign. Then go all the way down to East Southside Road. Turn on that, drive a for a couple blocks, and find a crappy apartment with a 306 on the front and a mailbox that looks like it got run over by someone... because it did. Oh! The three is kind of falling off, too, so it just kind of says 06 now. That's where I live." Most people avoided that part of town, and for good reason. However, if they were going to get clothes that fit Wish properly, that was where they were going to have to go.

Apollo thought over the directions and formed the places in his head. He realized this would be in the Red Light District. He had been all too familiar with that place. He'd been a regular visitor until his sister had been found dead there. "Alright." He told her, following the directions and trying to quench the fear for Wish that was growing in the pit of his stomach. "You know it's not safe there right?"

Perhaps the nod Wish gave in response was a bit overenthusiastic. "Of course, I do! But I can't afford anywhere better, and everything's been going pretty good after that one little incident when I first moved in. It's been..." she paused to count how many years on her fingers before continuing. "At least four years since then, and I haven't had a problem. Well, those two guys on the corner bug me every once in a while, and its a little hard to sleep with all the loud music and gunshots and stuff, but I'm pretty much used to it now. I don't really worry about bullets anymore. Most everyone knows what they're aiming at anyway, and it isn't me. Oh! There was that one time the lady across the street missed her boyfriend and shot through my living room wall, but that's no big deal. She didn't hit me anyway."

Apollo slammed on the brakes, sending them both flying forward. "And what if that bullet had HIT you?" He asked incredulously, his eyes wide.

The unexpected halt sent Wish jolting forward, the seat belt not doing its proper job and allowing her to slam her forehead into the dash. One hand flashed to rub her head as she sat back with a grimace. "Then it would've hit me. So, what? Besides, I think you did more damage in one second than I've ever gotten living there for four years!" She winced, ceasing the rubbing but still leaving her hand to rest against her head. The brief pain was fading anyway.

Apollo slowly put the car back into drive and proceeded towards their destination. "Well you haven't had the experiences I've had there." He stated, now nervous for her welfare.

"Could be because I don't go out of my way to get into trouble," Wish grumbled, turning her head to stare out the side window of the car. Her height made it difficult, but at least the passing scenery, however dark, took her mind off her current situation. "All I do every day is wake up and walk to work. I get off work, I walk back, I go to bed. Maybe say something to someone I see on the way there and back, kick a cat or two, but other than that..." She gave a shrug, giving in and slumping against the car door. "Besides, I don't see why it really matters so much. It's my life. If I'm willingly putting it at risk, just let me do it."

"But do you KNOW what could happen to you by just walking to work?" He inquired, genuine concern in his voice. He was focusing on the road, also looking from side to side and trying to make sure nothing was going to jump out at them. He could immediately hear the loud music approaching them from the shady looking buildings, spray painted graffiti included on them.

Wish didn't even open her mouth to grace Apollo with a response. Of course, she knew what could happen to her while walking to work. More than once, she had been threatened when passing some of the more upscale homes in the area. Naturally, there weren't many of those, but the people who did dare to live there were remarkably protective of their property. It had been soon after she had moved into the area when she had been stopped on the corner by one of the home owners. Apparently, he had viewed her as being too close to his property, and had threatened her at gun point. She had been quite clearly warned that she would be shot without hesitation should she dare step one foot through his front gate. Wish had taken the warning to heart, and - while the irritable man still didn't trust her as far as he could throw her - they were now at least on speaking terms. She would wish him a good morning if he happened to be sitting on his porch reading the paper when she passed, and he would grudgingly wave and bid her a safe trip to work. Speaking terms, yes, but he wasn't yet willing to chance allowing her to watch his house while he went on vacation. No one trusted anyone to do that; not in the Red Light District.

Apollo pulled over and hit the brakes, albeit a lot gentler than the last time, when they reached Wish's apartment. "Alright. I'll risk the car." He said, pulling the keys out of the ignition and getting out of the car. He walked around to Wish's side and opened her door, hitting the automatic lock button.

Without offering any actual acknowledgment towards his comment, Wish stepped out of the car. One hand automatically clutched the waistband of her pants as she went bounding away from the car, and across the sidewalk. Her shoes scuffed against the pavement as she made her way up the pathway that led to her apartment. It was a rundown place, and it looked like the three had toppled off the wall during her absence. At least, she could only assume it had, seeing as it was missing. No doubt one of her addict friends had come slinking along and snatched it. Wish had no idea what he would do with it - for she had reason to suspect that she knew who the culprit was - but she doubted she would be getting it back. The only chance she would rested on the idea that a cheap number bought at a hardware store would prove to be in no way useful to someone who sat around and smoked pot for the majority of the day. As she approached the door, Wish didn't even bother to use a key or even reach for one. She twisted the knob with her free hand, and the door swung inwards without a fight. The apartment was freezing, or so she discovered when she stepped past across the threshold. A quick flick of the light switch revealed... not a whole lot of anything. It was furnished with nothing more than the basics, tattered couch and crappy television set that looked as if it could quit working any time included. "You wait here while I go get changed," she said, not even glancing over her shoulder to see whether Apollo had actually followed her or not. With that said, she started off down a narrow hallway, and disappeared into her bedroom.

Apollo didn't answer when he was told to wait where he was, and instead decided to take a seat on the couch. He glanced from side to side, all over the room in paranoia that someone would have broken into Wish's home and would try to kill them. He'd had many near death experiences in the "ghetto" part of Eden, and he didn't want to have another one. He was on edge, listening intently for any sounds of distress.

The first thing Wish did upon entering her bedroom was tug off the clothes she'd borrowed. They were tossed out the door which she had left open for just that purpose, and temporarily abandoned on the beige carpet. A bit of rummaging allowed her to locate a slightly battered gray t-shirt with what appeared to be the Monster energy drink logo blazing across the front of it in a vibrant green. She pulled the shirt down over her head, and rummaged around a bit more until she was able to pry a pair of jeans from the drawer. The ends of the legs were frayed horribly, but they were probably among the best pair of pants she owned. She flicked off her shoes, yanked on the jeans, and proceeded to slip the sneakers back on in under a minute. Now, all she needed to do was figure out where she'd placed her money. She had reason to suspect it had been under the bed, and she had dropped onto her belly on the floor a minute later to peer underneath the edges of the blankets.

Apollo continued to be paranoid, and could have sworn he saw a shadow flicker in the room next to him. He was on his feet in an instant, his keys in his hand like a weapon, the actual key part pointed down as if to stab someone with it. He'd lived in the Red Light District for about a year before when he was under age and in high school, and he knew how to make anything into a weapon. "You almost ready Wish?" He called way louder than needed, and proceeded into the next room with caution, only to find it empty.

Wish wriggled her way further under the bed, groping blindly in the darkness to find where she'd put her change purse. Her fingers were coming up empty, save for brushing against a pair of slippers at one point. The worst part of it was that she didn't even own a pair of slippers. Whoever had lived there last must have left them by accident, and she was just now finding out about it. At the sudden sound, Wish twitched and tried to stand. She was reminded of the bed above her head a moment later when the back of her skull connected with the boards on the bottom of it. "Apollo, can't you act normal for five minutes?!" she snapped, gritting her teeth and rubbing at her head. "Relax and just let me look for something, alright?"

"Act normal? Me? Who do you think I am? Some normal person?" Apollo called back jokingly, attempting to calm down when he discovered the place was what it seemed: empty. Well, empty besides them.

"You're right. What was I expecting?" Wish grumbled, sliding out from underneath the bed. Her search of the bedroom had turned up empty, and she flitted across the hallway to the bathroom. A quick search of the cupboards also proved useless, and Wish snorted. "Not here, then where'd I put it." The second bedroom down the hall was an option, and she went bounding out of the bathroom into the room she had turned into a makeshift office. The rest of her house was relatively neat - mostly due to the lack of things to clutter it with - but that was not the case for this part of it. Papers covered the floor, and she flicked on the lights to avoid tripping over anything. "Can you get your sorry butt in here and help me look for... wherever I stashed my money?"

"Uhm no I cannot." Apollo snorted, appearing behind her a few moments later. His mother would be rolling in her grave if she found out he let a woman pay for her own food. "Come on lets just go. I'm not gonna let you pay for your own food anyways. Probably got stolen anyways.." He grumbled the last part about the stolen money to himself under his breath, leaning against the doorway.

Wish turned on her heel to face him, abandoning her search through the top drawer of the old desk that was against the wall. Even being a small one, it took up most of the free space in the room. "It's not a date, so why does it matter if I pay for my own food? Unless it is a date, and you didn't tell me. Which it isn't because you wouldn't date me anyway. So," she turned back to the desk. "I can pay for my own food if I want to." She pulled open the second drawer from the top, squinting into the mass of office supplies it contained, and trying to decide whether she could see the shape of a wad of money tucked away in there or not.

"Fine. It's a date and I didn't tell you." Apollo retorted from his position, still not joining in on the search for the lost money that would probably never be found. "And just why wouldn't I date you?" He asked, slightly offended that she thought he wouldn't.

"You've looked at me recently, right?" Wish inquired, resisting the urge to turn and stare at him in favor of continuing with the task at hand. She pawed through the drawer for a moment, finding little in the way of money aside from a crumpled dollar bill. That certainly wasn't going to do her much good, and she tossed it back into the drawer a moment later. As she righted herself, she answered her earlier question. "In case you haven't, I'm about as attractive as a dead slug on the sidewalk, and I have no redeeming qualities that any guy would even care about anyway. I mean, the only thing I could possibly have going for me is if I was rich, and..." she gestured sharply at her surroundings. "I'm obviously not. I'm a broke highschool dropout who works at a radio station because it's the only job that would take me, and that's only because I just needed some on the job training and an IQ high enough to read note cards. What about that would make you or anyone else want to date me?"

Apollo was left unable to speak at her words. Did she really think that little of her self? "Well I HAVE looked at you recently, in case you'd forgotten, and I think anyone would be lucky to have you." He walked over, wrapped her in a small, short hug and then decided to lead her out of a house for the second time that night.

A comment questioning just how well he'd looked at her darted to the tip of Wish's tongue. It was never given the chance to leave her mouth, quelled by the rather uncharacteristic hug from Apollo. Her mind temporarily went blank at the odd mixture of emotion that followed. She had always known that his opinion of her meant an awful lot, but she had no way of anticipating how she would react to an actual display of affection. As far as Wish was concerned, such a thing was verging on impossible. With her mind still preoccupied with trying to figure out what had just happened, she made no objection when Apollo led her out of the apartment. In fact, she did little more than stumble after him like a lost puppy, worried about what something as simple as a hug from him meant to her and exactly what it meant what it did. More importantly, she couldn't figure out why he'd done it, and that bothered her immensely.

Apollo led Wish back out to the car, relieved to find it still in one piece and the way they left it, and once they were ready to go he started the old car and glanced at the clock to see that it was getting late. He pulled out and headed back towards his house, as it was the fastest way to the nearest subway.

Sitting back in the car, Wish visibly gave up trying to decipher the significance of what had happened a few minutes prior. She settled for staring back out the window, watching unrecognizable shapes slide past against a background of dark sky speckled with stars. Road signs, houses, trees, everything merged together into one mass of black that soon grew boring to look at. Another topic drifted into her mind, and Wish smirked. Her gaze remained fixed on the scenery flashing past the window as she commented, "So, 'bout that looking at me recently thing... did you actually look?"

Tightening his grip on the wheel, Apollo attempted to find a way to answer Wish's question. "Uh yeah, I guess." He said, focusing on taking the right turns and not passing the place up.

The grin that abruptly arched across Wish's face and the giggle that followed indicated she was certainly not bothered by the answer she received.  She momentarily reminded herself to be careful with how far she pushed the topic, but a distinct part of her warned that it might be too much fun to resist doing so. Her head turned slightly, allowing her to watch Apollo out of the corner of her eye. "Good. Now, I don't have to feel guilty about anything. But, uh, just for the sake of curiosity... What does 'I guess' imply?"

Apollo pulled the car into a spot as Wish asked the question, and turned to her saying "you don't want to know the answer to that question." before getting out and heading into the nearly deserted subway store.

Wish blinked for a moment before bounding out of the car, and scrambling after Apollo. "Yeah, I do!" she yelled after him. Her shoes tapped sharply against the ground as she skittered into the Subway. The second she stepped through the doors, her curious gaze panned the inside of the structure. It was much fancier than where she usually ate, but that fact had already been established earlier in the day. Or, would it be earlier in the night? Wish wasn't sure anymore. She did know that she was hungry, and she was definitely going to figure out whether Apollo was going to be taking her back home or not. After his reaction at seeing where she lived, it seemed like a wise idea to at least ask.

Opening the door, Apollo kept it open for Wish before heading inside himself. "Trust me. You don't." He responded, getting into the line behind another person.

"I really, really think I do. But," Wish gave a defeated sigh, "You're obviously not going to tell me. I'll bother you about it later, I guess." As she slipped into line behind Apollo, her phone gave that irritating buzz once more. She chose to ignore it, however, deeming it unimportant at the moment. Besides, she all ready looked enough like a teenager. She didn't need to have her nose buried in her phone, and make it even worse.

"Correct." Apollo responded, moving up a place in the line. Like Wish, Apollo also had a phone. It was an old phone, not necessarily a flip phone, but it was a slide-out keyboard, so still 'ancient' in technology terms. He'd left it at home, since not many people had his number, and the only person who would be calling or texting him was with him. "Are you ready to have the healthiest fast food there is?" He asked, noticing they were next after the person in front of them.

"The healthiest fast food is no fast food," Wish corrected, reaching back and pulling her phone out of her pocket a second after the song 'Applause' exploded out of the speakers. She glanced at the number displayed on the screen, flipped open the lid, and promptly closed it without bothering to actually answer the call. As she stuffed it back into her back pocket, she wondered how he'd managed to get her number again. She'd snagged his phone when he wasn't looking and deleted herself as a contact, but perhaps he had written it down on some piece of paper that he hid under his bed or something. But that wasn't possible, seeing as she'd changed her number after that. Wish gave her head a shake, deciding she'd rather not know how her workplace stalker of sorts had gotten her phone number.

Glancing back quickly, Apollo decided to be a bit nosy. "Anyone important?" He asked, noting that she closed the phone and not answering the call. Before he could get an answer, he had to move up and place his order, answering a "yes" when the person behind the counter asked if they were ordering together.

Wish's phone buzzed again, and she scowled, still refusing to check the text that she had received. "Just some guy from work bugging me again," she complained. "I don't know how he got my number after I changed it that one time. Probably went through my file or something." At the third buzz, she whipped her phone out of her pocket and glared at it as she flipped open the lid. A few swift pushes of buttons deleted the last three text without Wish even bothering to read them. She had tried to be nice in the past, but it hadn't work. After that, she'd tried telling him to leave her alone. That hadn't worked either. Now, she was getting frustrated.

Something about the situation Wish was having at work made Apollo's blood boil. It made him want to punch the guy, or anything in general, in the face until either he calmed down or it stopped moving. "Do you want me to handle it?" He asked, the venom barely staying out of his voice.

"Nah, I got it. I just ignore him and tell him to get lost whenever he gets near me. It doesn't work, but it makes me feel better," Wish replied, thumb darting across her phone's irritating keypad as she tapped out a question to her employer's assistant. She wanted to know exactly what time she needed to be at work. Only once in a while had she ever been assigned to set up in the morning, and she couldn't remember how early she needed to show up to make it work.

Realizing that the man behind the counter was starting to get impatient, Apollo decided to drop the matter until they were seated and told the guy what he wanted, and watched on as the guy did his job. He moved down to the register as he waited for Wish so that he could pay.

The process of placing her order was carried out quickly, reaching a point at which the poor man had to stop and request that she slow down and repeat what she'd just said. As it turned out, Wish liked almost everything - save for a few minor things like jalapenos and mustard - and she ultimately resorted to telling the man behind the counter what she didn't want instead of what she did. Wish skipped the last foot or so to the register, grinning broadly and looking immensely pleased with herself about nothing in particular.

Swiping his card, Apollo paid for the food and took it over to a table, where he then pulled out both chairs and handed Wish her sub. He was still in amazement that she had never once had Subway, and it almost made him feel bad for her.

As Wish plopped herself down in the chair, dinner in hand, she almost felt ashamed that she hadn't bothered to make the trek to such a place in the past. It almost made her regret the fact that she would probably never be seen in a Subway again unless she was with Apollo. She also wondered why she had agreed to eating here, seeing as it would only spoil her and make her usual diet seem even more disgusting than it already was. Perhaps this had been a dumb idea, and chances were she was going to regret it tomorrow afternoon. The only reason it wouldn't be tomorrow morning was because she didn't eat breakfast. It was enough of a challenge for Wish to wake up in the morning, much less wake up early enough to eat breakfast. She gave the sub a prod with one finger prior to unwrapping it, honestly wondering if she dared ruin her acquired taste by eating something she knew would actually taste good.

Consumed by his own food, a typical guy, Apollo hadn't noticed at first when Wish hadn't been eating her food. "Somethin' wrong?" He asked after swallowing a mouthful.

A simple head shake with a mumbled "no" was the only response Wish gave to Apollo's question. She figured saying something was actually wrong wouldn't necessarily be true. The same thoughts pertaining to where she could eat and where she couldn't had been rolling around in her mind ever since she discovered she didn't have enough money in the bank to finish high school, and hardly enough in her pocket to buy food for the next few days. She couldn't take out a loan on account of her credit being so bad that banks wouldn't touch her with a thirty-foot pole even if it was only to push her further away. When they saw her walking up to the door, they practically ducked behind the counters and pretended everyone was out to lunch. Now, she was contemplating whether she should actually eat the entire sub - despite being hungry enough to do so in under five minutes - or save some for later. That would at least rid her of the problem of not eating lunch at all or trying to scrounge up enough spare cash to buy something. In all that thought, she sat and stared at her dinner but didn't touch it.

"Well then, eat." Apollo said like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Come oonnnnnn. You won't regret it. And if you don't I'm going to take you back to my house and keep you there until you agree to eat at least part of it." He stated, not even one bit sarcastic as he said it.

Wish's phone gave yet another buzz at that particular moment, and she tugged it out of her pocket as she responded. "Fine, but only because I have to be at work at..." she squinted at the message. "...four-thirty in the morning tomorrow or I'll probably get fired." With that said, she almost reluctantly picked up her food and took a hesitant bite. Despite the fact that it did taste good, a particular word she had used lingered in her mind. If she didn't show up for work on time, there was a high chance that she would indeed be fired. She couldn't afford to go job searching, not now. Her boss was already annoyed that she'd been late almost every day that week, despite it not having been her fault. That guy who'd been texting her stopped her at the door almost every morning. He kept badgering her about something that she didn't bother to pay any attention to, and it was consistently making her late. It was like he wanted her to lose her job. Though, how that would benefit him she wasn't sure yet.

Glancing at his watch, Apollo realized it was already nine thirty. He would have to get her home soon so she could be ready to work at four thirty. "Screw that, you could just move in with me. I could support us both if nothing goes wrong with college." He said as a remark to her having to get up so early, and then realized that he absolutely meant what he said. At that moment however, they were rudely interrupted by an old lady. "How dare you? A college student dating a girl who looks like she's only 15?! Do you want me to call the cops?" She asked Wish, leaving Apollo speechless.

With her mouth stuffed full of food, Wish was unable to respond to Apollo's comment. She missed her chance at even starting a response when they were interrupted by an elderly woman. She blinked, not quite understanding what was going on, before chancing a response. "Fhure he'sh owder den meh, buh Ah'm nawt fivteen," she replied, doing her best to keep the food from falling out of her mouth as she did so. "N' Ah den't wahn yeh to calth th' cops." Her words didn't make a whole lot of sense, so she gargled something else to hopefully get the point across. "Ah'm twenny."

Apollo was horrified by the old woman, thinking if he said anything she'd beat him with her purse or something. "No no ma'am she's twenty, not a teenager, please don't call the cops" he nearly begged, his words coming out rushed. It was the last thing he needed, media saying that the next top football star was a pedophile.

Wish frantically choked down her mouthful of food, nearly gagging in the process. She pointed an accusing finger at Apollo, staring at the lady with widened eyes. "And I'm /not/ dating him! ...he's too tall and he's got so much money it makes me feel like I live in a garbage can! No way in hell I'd date someone like that!" Wish exclaimed. There was only one part of that which wasn't actually true, and that was about his height. She happened to like her guys tall, even if it made her feel even shorter than usual. But she obviously wasn't dating Apollo, and he did have a good deal more money than her, and it did make her feel like she lived in one of those silver trashcans instead of just a crappy apartment.

Apollo was again rendered speechless, unsure of what to say so he got up and stormed out with the remaining half or so of his food, not bothering to see if Wish was following or not. It wasn't necessarily her that had angered him, it was that old lady butting into their business. Or was it? Even he wasn't sure what had caused his overreaction.

For a good fifteen seconds after Apollo left, Wish didn't move an inch. She just stared after him with an expression of uncertainty. Wish wasn't sure whether she should follow him or sit and wait to see if he'd come back. Without really thinking too hard about what she was doing, she bundled up her food and skittered out the doors after him. Despite feeling as if it might have been something she had said in her desperate attempt to convince the obnoxious woman that she wasn't a teenager and that Apollo wasn't doing something illegal, she couldn't not follow him. She simply didn't know what else to do, and was silently begging that he wouldn't leave her in the middle of the parking lot. It would take her ages to get home if she wasn't in the mood to run - which she certainly wouldn't be if he did leave - and she would likely be so tired from walking that she'd sleep through her alarm the next morning and lose her job. If she lost her job, she knew she wouldn't be able to find another. That radio station had been the only place in town willing to give her a chance. It felt like her entire future was resting precariously on the fact that Apollo would at least drive her back home even if he was mad at her. In truth, it probably was.

Sitting in the car, Apollo decided he would wait for Wish to find him. He wasn't going to be a total ass and just leave her there alone because some old lady had irritated him. He didn't think he was mad at her, but if he was he still wouldn't have risked her job because he was mad.

In the short time it took for Wish to scramble across the parking lot, slip into the passengers' seat of Apollo's car, and fasten the seat belt, she had managed to cause her lower lip to bleed from how hard she'd been biting it. Her round, brown eyes were practically glued to the floor as she avoided looking at him. "I know you said it's not safe, but... can I go home now?" Perhaps the things she had said about Apollo were not as horrible as they could have been, but she still felt immensely guilty for uttering them at all. She should have just kept her mouth shut, and let Apollo deal with it. He was good at that sort of thing. Or maybe he wasn't, and she was just abnormally bad at it.

Apollo put the car in drive mode as Wish buckled her seat belt. "What, you want to return to that trash can?" He nearly spat out in anger. His anger wasn't directed towards /her/, he was just in one of those moods. One of those moods where you just wanted to take your anger out on some inanimate object until your hand was raw, or bloody, or even broken.

Wish flinched. That one definitely stung a bit despite the fact that he was merely recycling her words from earlier. She couldn’t help but assume that it was her fault he was mad, and she bit her tongue to stifle a sharp retort. It would only serve to agitate him even more if she did, and why should she argue when whatever verbal punishment she was given was something she probably deserved? So, Wish sat quietly as she attempted to formulate a response that would indicate she wasn’t ignoring him, yet not something that would put him in an even worse mood - if that was possible, which it probably was. She settled for something simple, yet she hadn’t the slightest clue how it would effect Apollo’s present mood. “Yeah…. The trash can you don’t like.” The next few words were uttered under her breath with a glare that remained fixed on her feet. “Still don’t get why you don’t, though…”

It was then that Apollo realized he'd forgotten to take his meds that day. He actually slapped himself with one hand before placing it tightly on the steering wheel. "First, before I continue to be a total asshole again, I forgot to take my bipolar meds today. I was supposed to take it before you got to my house earlier, and completely forgot. And second, it's not necessarily /your/ home, it's the part of town you live in. I've had some ... unpleasant surprises there, and I don't want you to end up that way." he shuddered, remembering the twisted form of his dead sister by that dumpster, so many years ago yet still so fresh in his mind that he couldn't quite forget the image or the guilt he still felt.

“That doesn’t make it any better that you don’t like the part of town I live in, and I don’t care what medication you forgot to take,” Wish snapped, no excuse for his behavior going to be satisfactory at this point. “Besides, I told you earlier that I’ll take my chances with where I live. I don’t care if I end up getting shot in the head within the next three days, and I mean that. It’s not like I have anywhere better to go anyway, and before you bring up that old thing about living with you, I’m telling you right now that isn’t an option. There is no way I’m going to live with you because you still have to finish college, and I don’t need to come along and screw everything up. I don’t care if you think it’ll be fine. It won’t be. Somehow, I’ll mess it up like I always do and you’ll probably get thrown out of college, and I can’t live with that. I’ve got enough on my conscious as it is, I don’t need more. So, just take me home or drop me off anywhere on the side of the road. I don’t care.”

"Well maybe you don't care about your safety, but I do. And there's one flaw in that statement, they won't ever /kick/ me out of college. I'm graduating this summer, and I've already been scouted by some of the top teams in national football. Plus, they'd be lost without me. And they know it. I've pulled a ton of stunts to get kicked out. And I still haven't. If I got kicked from the team, I'd be kicked from college. And nothing you do will get me kicked off the team." He stated, immediately calm. "Dear gods, I really need to take some meds." He said quietly, to himself, as he noted the drastic change in his temper.

“Well, there we go, then! You’ll get picked up by some top team and go play football all across the states, and then you won’t have to worry about where I live or what happens to me because you won’t be here!” Wish exclaimed, her light tone dripping with sarcasm and the word ‘football’ spat with a special hatred. She held a unique dislike for the sport that certainly hadn’t been present before she met Apollo. In fact, it was because of him that she hated it so very much. It had developed as a result of a documentary on some horrific football injuries, and it was something she had regretted watching. She cringed almost every time someone - Apollo in particular - mentioned the word ‘football’. No matter how she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t as dangerous as she thought it was, she couldn’t get over the fact that one of those crippling injuries she’d learned about might happen to him. Whether her hatred was based on the fact that Wish was concerned for Apollo’s safety or because him getting hurt would mean crushing his dreams of become a top football player she wasn’t sure.

"Where's this coming from? I'd always worry about you and where you were living. And you're probably one of those people who hate football because it's 'unsafe' but it's actually quite safe until someone gets tackled." He stated, attempting to still stay focused on the road. "And besides, even if I got drafted to a top team, I'd still be around here. I'm not going anywhere, you aren't that lucky."

“It’s your fault that I hate football,” Wish said, flatly. She left it at that, not in the mood to elaborate and hoping he’d figure it out for himself. With any luck - and according to Apollo she had very little - he would do so relatively quickly, and she would only be left answering whatever remaining questions he had about it. But, if the conversation pertaining gave any hints, it was rather obvious why he had caused her to dislike football so much. Perhaps it wasn’t actually his fault, considering he had probably never planned to have a friend who would disapprove of his career choice. But Wish couldn’t help herself in that respect, and she wasn’t about to try. Football was dangerous, and any arguments Apollo had about her opinion were not going to change her mind.

"I'm sorry that I made you hate football, but that's the only thing I'm good at. Or, I could have been a cop like my rents, but, well, frankly I don't want to be shot." Apollo responded, picking up on her mood of not wanting to elaborate. It was the same thing that made him not want to talk about why he hated the part of town she lived in. "Okay I'll make you a deal. You tell me why I made you hate football, and I'll tell you exactly why I hate the Red Light District's part of town."

Wish grimaced, lifting her head for the first time since she’d gotten in the car and staring out the side window. She didn’t particularly want to explain why she didn’t like football, and she also didn’t want to know why he didn’t like where she lived. If he didn’t like it, she didn’t want an explanation. Or maybe she did, but was afraid of what it might be. She gave a mixture of a sigh and a snort as she grumbled her reason. “I don’t want you to get hurt, and I know it’s going to happen at some point. Either that or you just won’t be the flavor of the month anymore when they find someone better. Just… don’t want you to get hurt… and I don’t really mean physically, either…” She plucked at the ragged tear over her knee where she had fallen at some point, and ripped a hole in her pants. They had been new at the time, if she remembered right, and she’d cussed herself out for a month afterwards about it. “So… what’s wrong with where I live?”
Just a not-so-little crack RP between Digital-Sploosh and I with our characters Apollo and Wish. We were having a bit of fun here, feel free to ignore. c:

109 posts total.

Second part with total tally of posts and amount of skelts can be found here - fav.me/d6t26z6

And yes, Apollo, it did affect the friendship. In a good way c;
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