fandomhigh | Newbie Shuttle, Portalocity Terminal, BWI {Saturday Morning Fandom Time}

Miriam didn't much care if anyone saw that she was being dropped off at the terminal by the Baltimore Five-O, but she did roll her eyes at Officer Jackass for muttering something about dumping out the trash when he opened the back seat door so she could slide out. For a moment she was tempted to touch him to see if he had a nice painful death, but instead it was Officer Friendly sticking his hand into hers and slipping her several $20 bills and telling her this was her chance to turn her life around, don't mess it up, blah blah blah.

"Flying sucks," she said casually. She'd gotten good at not letting it show when she saw someone's death flash in her mind. "Next time you want a vacation, you should drive cross-country. It's a lot more relaxing. Trust me." He gave her a confused look and shrugged, then patted her on the shoulder one last time before climbing back into the police car.

The first thing she dug out of her messenger bag were her gloves even though it was way too fucking hot for them. There was no way in hell she was going to tell the cops just why she wanted them on or they'd toss her in the loony bin. The second thing was her cigarettes she could suck down some sweet nicotine before trying to find the waiting area for the shuttle to this boarding school. The glittery "Fandom High" sign made that easy enough. She claimed a seat and chewed on a thumbnail as she looked around to see who else was heading to this place. She gave it three days before she snuck out and hit the road again.

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"... Really?"

That was pretty obviously not something that Evan heard often, no.

"You don't think it's creepy, or anything like that?"

"Like I'm one to judge," Miriam snorted. She with her obviously dyed hair and raccoon eyes. "I think it's kind of cute."

She resisted the urge to ruffle his hair. He'd probably hate it.

Evan actually blushed a little at that, a pink flush coming easily to his pale cheeks.

"Oh... You... you do? I... oh."

What did you say to something like that?! He had no idea! So he was going to sit there and fidget and blush some more, okay? Okay!

The blush was even more adorable. "I totally respect self-expression and non-conformity, kiddo," she said. "Be a square peg in a round hole. Don't run with the herd. But enough about philosophy. So where are you from, Evan?"

"Kansas," Evan kind of half choked out, still wrapping his head around that 'cute' part, somewhat. "I'm from Kansas. I grew up on the farm."

So, add rural folksy charm to all of that adorable awkwardness, Miriam.

"Um... you?"

"Ohio. Small town, middle of nowhere, you never heard of it," Miriam said. "Ran away to the big city and now I'm here. The next great adventure."

"From the big city right back to a small town, huh?" See, small towns, Evan could comprehend. "They probably don't have many castles in Ohio either, though."

The castle was totally a selling point.

"Never been to a castle before, unless you count the white ones that sell hamburgers," Miriam said with a grin. "Think this one has a dungeon?"

"Perfect for holding detentions during the regular school year," Evan laughed. "And if detention isn't good enough, they'll throw you in the stocks, right in the middle of town, so that the locals can throw rotten fruit at you."

"Let's just hope it's fruit and not cow pies or something," Miriam snickered. "Maybe they'll save that for repeat offenders."

"Maybe, if, you know, the townspeople actually want to pick that stuff up," Evan replied, grinning. "Or are they flinging manure with pitchforks? Way more efficient, really."

And now they were talking about the efficiency of poop-throwing! Evan could honestly say he hadn't seen this conversation coming when he'd agreed to go to a new school!

"Or rubber gloves," Miriam said, waggling her own glove-covered fingers. They weren't rubber, they were leather, but close enough. "But you could probably get more range with a pitchfork. Or how about a crap-a-pult?"

That might be overkill, though.

"I think that would deter anybody from ever breaking the school rules."

Evan certainly wouldn't, if he knew that he was going to get a heap of cow dung catapulted into his face.

"Also, ew."

"You don't strike me as a troublemaker," Miriam said with a tilt of her head. "I, on the other hand, am going to end up in those stocks, so be gentle with me."

"I'll be sure to keep the rotten fruit to stuff that doesn't smell too bad and won't stain your clothes," Evan promised with a smile. "You don't have to worry about me."

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