i love garbage.

whosbarry

awkwards

Post-community work was boring. Alisha thought she'd embrace her freedom and roll with it, but considering the power she was given, it wasn't a likely option. Her old lifestyle had to be thrown out the window for one that was more careful. Wasn't that what happened with that Rogue girl? Alisha's just waiting for the white streak in her hair to complete the picture.

Curtis told them about the Milk Boy incident, despite none of them having any recollection of those horrific events. She knew about them, mostly the fact that they become famous and apparently it wasn't the life they had always imagined. But that just left things even more awkward.

And that just left her where she was before. Confused. Simon never told her when they finally get their shit together; she figured it was after they get famous, but, considering that entire timeline had been retconned, she doesn't see any end in sight of living with this burden of a secret.

She didn't know what drove her to even approach Simon. She'd been avoiding him somewhat after the gang went to the pub for drinks. She only ever saw him when they planned drinking nights; she spent most of her time trying to reconnect with friends she'd outgrown.

Alisha went by the community centre sometimes, for a glimpse of him - if he ever went back there - and to sometimes wish that they were still wearing those ridiculous orange suits. Despite their freedom, she still felt quite trapped by what Superhoodie had told her. How was she supposed to fulfil this stupid destiny if there were less opportunities to do so?

She wasn't too eager to take it upon herself to instigate it. But she missed him and how easily he thought he could blend into the background when it was the right opposite.

Today, fortunately, was one of those days where she'd find him at the community centre. Outside, she sat on the table where they had shared drinks - and where he'd told her she was beautiful - hoping that he'd pass by.