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[Everyone has their good days and bad days. Today, for some reason--attributed likely to waking up on the wrong side of the bed (or as a result of chronically bottling things at her own expense), Sadie hasn't been feeling so great. She's not really the moping type, but she's definitely not above it.

She thought walking in the park would be a good pick-me-up--and it was, at first. But as she walked, she noticed the rolling, darkening clouds, and before she knew it, the sun was gone completely. Feeling like maybe she should just go home, the sky suddenly had opened up and just began to absolutely dump in an aggressive Summer downpour.

So here she is, her water-darkened curly hair slowly regaining its fluffy volume drips at a time, at the top of a playground gazebo (having apathetically gone up the ladder, surrendering to her fate with a flat expression), her arms around her knees as she just sort of vaguely gazes at the rain. It's soothing, but it does nothing for her mood, really. And the rainfall is so torrential that Sadie can barely see the park around her, which just... makes her feel lonelier, she guesses.

She's not letting herself believe that this is about Lars, but she knows what it's about.

She just doesn't have anyone she could take this to.]

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Augh! Great!

[Within seconds Lars is completely drenched, his shoes already hitting the ground with a splash as he runs to find some sort of cover, the sudden torrent of rainfall nearly immediately soaking the entirety of Beach City around him.

He nearly runs past the park until he skids to a stop, noticing the tiny gazebo there. It isn't really a place he wants to be seen, but whatever. It'll have to do. He quickly scrambles up the ladder, his tall, lanky body allowing him to ascend by several bars at a time with ease. Before he can begin to wring out his sopping wet mop of hair, his heart nearly jumps out of his mouth at the sight of Sadie already sitting there.]

[Sadie literally does jump, surprised by Lars's noisy clambering, and she blinks sort of dumbly, her mouth falling open. What the fuck were the chances? This was a small town, but—still. When she was literally just trying to avoid thinking about their—situation, or, whatever—here he was. Seriously?]

[Sadie's expression quickly snaps into something that probably isn't exactly what she was aiming for.]

Lars! Hey! Haha, what a coincidence!

[Her smile is Very Strained.]

How's it...goin'...

[Lars just stands there, now letting his hair drip water hopelessly down his face, instead opting to shove his hands in his pockets and hold himself in an obviously painfully feigned indifference. He keeps his gaze to the side, knowing that looking her in the eyes would definitely shatter right through his facade.]

.... Hey...

[He only gives a careless shrug in reponse to her question. ]

Edited 2015-07-31 01:48 (UTC)

[Sadie immediately feels guilty for Lars's awkward, kind of dejected reaction—she's been more than a little distant lately, which upon recent retrospection, she's realized is pretty selfish.

Her expression softens apologetically, and she pats the spot beside her. She's not nearly as drenched as Lars; she's not about to send him back into the rain or something because of...awkward tensions.

It's so much easier to just bury herself in other people's feelings, anyway.]

Got caught in the rain too, huh?

[There was a part of Lars that felt a small pang of relief when he glanced over to see Sadie offer a spot beside her - like he'd actually admit it to himself, though.

It always seemed to wind up this way. No matter how mad Sadie got, or how much she distanced herself from him afterwards, they'd always somehow wind up running into eachother, and she'd just act like nothing happened. Lars just didn't get it at all, and that annoyed him.

Still, he sat down next to her anyways, resting his arm on one of his knees while letting the other leg hang off the edge of the gazebo. He still refused to actually look at her.]

Yeah, but whatever. Its just water.

[Of course, even though he clearly came up here to get OUT of the rain... can't have Sadie thinking it actually BOTHERED him, or anything.]

[Sadie's partially relieved with Lars sits next to her, but is also instantaneously burdened by not really knowing what the right thing to do is. Honestly, she doesn't have any idea—and just not having answers, not even having a clue, is really frustrating for Sadie. She's not used to feeling helpless in any situation.

Feeling a little insecure (and a little chilly), Sadie absently hugs herself around her ribs, glancing over at Lars.]

Weeere you going somewhere? You don't really strike me as the kinda guy who'd just take a walk through the park for fun...

[The awkwardness between the two of them in this particular moment is unbearably palpable; Lars is actually thankful that the sound of the rain is there to at least fill in the strained silences between their forced small talk. The corner of his mouth lifts into his usual sneer, his eyes rolling a bit in response to her question.]

Tch! Of course I wouldn't be here on purpose! And who cares where I was goin', its not like its your business. I just didn't wanna get any more drenched.

[He grumbles, completely ignoring the gravity of what he just said to her.
He also.. didn't want her to know that he had actually just been walking aimlessly and brooding about the fact that she was avoiding him.]

Stupid rain..

You probably brought the rain with your cruddy attitude, Lars.

[Sadie says that, but she's projecting, which normally she would hope wouldn't be obvious—but she doesn't trust Lars to be so observant. Or empathetic. And anyway, she knows she's probably being more melancholy or moody than Lars, or whatever... Unless...

This is just how Lars feels all the time. Sheesh.

She elbows him gently in the ribs.]

Thanks a lot.

Edited 2015-07-31 06:03 (UTC)

[Sadie said this kind of stuff to him all the time in these moments, yet for some reason Lars still allowed it to rile him up this time; maybe it's his frustration of being still wet, and now cold.. or maybe it's the fact that Sadie always accuses him of having the attitude problem when she's always the one playing the avoidance game... or a miserable combination of both. Either way, he's having trouble keeping his emotions in check.

After being elbowed, he stands up, now looking directly at her, and points an interrogating finger in her direction.]

Me?! Why is it always me? What about you, huh?!

[Sadie doesn't expect such an explosive reaction from Lars, though to his credit, he was already justifiably pretty cranky when he came into the little play gazebo. But still, she looks pretty surprised from his outburst, and her stomach drops and twists; she feels guilty for projecting, but also mortified that Lars successfully turned it back around on her.

Her surprise dissipates to make way for a more sour, withering expression, her brows knit and her frown curt, high and tight. She looks away from Lars, scowling at the rain. It's tempting to just not say anything at all, but she can't help her temper—she shoots back a pretty terse reply, almost daring Lars to piss her off more.]

What about me?

[Uh oh. This is how it always went. Now Lars was gonna have to actually explain his outburst, and of course it was going to be horribly embarrassing. His face dissipates into something less outwardly exasperated, and a little redness of guilt and shame flushes his cheeks.

Not because he actually feels bad about what he said, or anything. The idea of now having to explain to Sadie that the reason why he's getting so mad is because he actually misses her company when she does this and is too prideful to actually try to talk to her when she avoids him, ugh. The worst.]

Well...! You... I mean..

[Of course, her tone catches him off guard too, which makes it even harder to form his words in a way that won't make him seem the vulnerable one.]

[Sadie snaps her gaze back at Lars, her arms still folded over her knees as she fixes him with a stern glare.]

I what?

[Lars hated this. He didn't actually want to fight with Sadie like this. He didn't want her to be upset.

He has to seriously fight the urge to just give up and run from the confrontation, like he usually wound up doing. It was so much easier than actually TELLING people how he felt. And if it was anyone else, he probably would have just said whatever! it doesnt matter anyway! and pissed off.

But this is Sadie, and for some reason, with her, everything seems to change. Why? What the hell is going on...?

Sadie probably expects him to yell and tantrum some more, but instead Lars actually deflates a bit and looks down, his brows twisting together in a hurt, frustrated expression behind his hair - he doesn't want her to see it, of course.]

Why.. why are you talking to me now..

...like nothing is goin' on? You always pretend like nothin is wrong and everything is just a-okay, when its not!

[Lars' cheeks redden further and pockets of tears well up at the corners of his eyes, his voice rising in volume again, and embarassingly, pitch as well.]

[Oh no. Sadie immediately feels guilt for losing her temper, but in her defense, she merely hadn't reacted well to Lars starting it!! SHEESH

But she can't just. Keep yelling at him if he's already getting upset. The tears aren't that easy to make out with how his face is already so wet, but they're noticeable all the same. Still, her temper is so hard to quell, regardless of how she pities Lars's pain.]

I'm not pretending anything's okay, Lars! Maybe I just—maybe I don't know what to do! You don't make this kinda stuff easy, you know! I can't read your mind, and I'm just trying to take care of myself!

I... don't know what you want, or what the right thing to do is.

[Theeere it goes. Her temper is sizzling, quelled by her mounting guilt.]

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