laography | she fell in love in the first place

"They miss you, too," Anita assured her, leaning back against the counter as Lis made use of the machine. "You know you're always more than welcome. I guess the end of summer just gets a little busy for everyone. All kinds of last-minute projects and things, plus your family always goes on these great vacations, don't they?"

She'd forgotten where they'd gone this year. Hawaii? She was thinking it might have been Hawaii.

She smirked as she followed her friend to the table, sitting down in the seat that she had claimed as her own over the past few years. It was where she always sat whenever they commandeered the kitchen to have coffee. "Of course you'd say that. So. The first week of school is over. You have to have some kind of information about your new locker neighbor, right?"

"Yeah, Dad's had this huge business thing earlier in the summer and it pushed our vacation back to later than it usually would be." It was really disappointing, but that meant she was freshly tanned for the beginning of the year. At least, as much as she could be with her fair complexion. "I'm still disappointed that you couldn't come with us this time."

She sat down at the table and sipped her espresso for a moment. It was strong and hot, just as she remembered it in Italy. "Where do I even begin with Sam Winchester..." Oh, she had deets. They weren't particularly juicy, but it was at least something.

"I had some family stuff to take care of," Anita supplied, which was code for 'pack business.' It hadn't been anything dire, but she hadn't been comfortable with the idea of being away as long as the trip would have required. If she was being honest, it was more because of a few personal changes she had been experiencing -- the growth of her own talents -- that made her wary of straying too far.

That didn't mean she wasn't bummed about missing out on Hawaii, though.

"It was still sweet of you to invite me. Maybe next time?" she suggested, pausing to take a sip of her espresso. Strong and bold, just like it should be.

"Well, do we know why they moved to town? I mean, I like Beacon Hills and all, but who comes here if they weren't born here?"

"I know. Family stuff is way more important, but it's still a shame. Next time I think we're supposed to hit up Copacabana. Are you down for that? You have to go. I would just die if you didn't." She was super serious, Anita. Don't turn down a trip to Brasil.

"If you're not born here, you obviously know someone who lives here." She pauses, leaning back in her seat. "They're staying with their uncle for the semester. Usually it's just Sam, Dean, and their dad and they move around a lot. But I guess this time their dad decided to not drag them around."

"Of course I'll go," Anita assured her, reaching out to briefly touch the back of Elisabeth's wrist before retracting her hand and curling her fingers around the warmth of her coffee cup. "Like I could say no to that." It was good to know that Lis didn't think of her as someone who had no fun ever, as much as their opinions differed in certain areas.

"So they're just here for the semester," she went on to muse aloud, curious. Well. That dashed her ridiculous dreams of taming the supposed rebel (that she'd yet to even speak to, on that note) and proceeding to marry him and live some nondescript urban fairytale with him once school was over. She hadn't even introduced herself yet -- but she sat behind him in Chemistry. That was something, right?

"Did he say why they move around so much?"

"Good." Elisabeth's smile brightened immediately. They had different brands of fun, but they were capable of having a lot of it together anyway. There was a reason she kept Anita around, after all. "Mom's already talking about looking at the resorts, and you know, it's like. All beach."

"That's what he said, but who knows. Maybe it could be longer? That doesn't mean it's not worth a shot. Dean is really hot." She decided against giving her the 'if you don't hop on that d someone else will' speech. That was best saved for later when it wasn't completely presumptuous. "Apparently their dad is some kind of businessman and their mom isn't around anymore so they get dragged across the country."

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"All beach, huh. Sounds like a real hardship," Anita remarked, suppressing the urge to let out a derisive snort. "Somehow, though, I think I'll survive."

She paused, looking a little unsure. She figured she knew what was going on inside her friend's head, even if Elisabeth wasn't saying it out loud. 'Go after him, gurl, or someone else will beat you to it.' She'd heard the speech before.

"That's kind of sad, actually," she noted, frowning momentarily. As someone who had lost her own mother, she could sympathize, to a degree -- but she'd been lucky. She'd wound up with a great adoptive family that had gone to great lengths to make sure her life was both stable and comfortable. She was beyond appreciative.

"He's in my Chemistry class," she added. It hadn't occurred to her to share that information until now. "Dean, that is."

"It'll be so hard to endure without you." She would have a good time; she always did. It just sucked when she couldn't hang at an awesome place with her besties. She made friends superficially when she went on these vacations, but it wasn't the same.

Despite her lack of trying, there were things that Elisabeth wasn't capable of understanding. She understood that parts of Anita's circumstances and a lot of what she knew about the Winchester brothers was very sad, but she couldn't relate. Nothing bad ever really happened in her life. For all intents and purposes, she was extremely privileged. "Yeah."

She didn't liked being bogged down by sad things, either, so she pressed on to inquire about other things. "Really. Wait, are you in smart science this year or is he in dumb science?" There was a difference since he was a year ahead.

"Oh, don't worry. I would never leave you to suffer that fate."

Those beaches couldn't lie on themselves, after all.

She snorted in reply to Elisabeth's question regarding science, shaking her head. Well, if nothing else, she could always trust Lis to be blunt and to the point. "I'm in smart science," she said automatically, a smirk pulling at her lips. "I'm in the senior Physics class this year."

"I knew you wouldn't be so cruel."

Elisabeth raised a brow. She was a decent student, but Anita's grades were always better. Honestly, she stopped her grade competition with Anita as soon as they started high school. She was often too distracted by other things once puberty hit, and that affected her school performance considerably- although not enough for her parents to pay particular attention. Being the youngest meant she got away with more anyway, though.

"Well, aren't you something. Physics though, that's some deep stuff. I know a thing or two about it. For every grope, there's an equal and opposite regrope, right?"

Anita, on the other hand, had the advantage of being a person who actually enjoyed school. Certain subjects, anyway. Sure, it made her a big nerd, but her interest in science and history were enough to make even the most wretched school day bearable. Of course, Lis was no slouch when she was actually paying attention, and she did well enough that her parents never gave her any trouble about her grades, but Anita didn't have Lis' lively social life to distract her.

"Oh, yes, very heavy," Anita told her in mock-seriousness, grinning at her over the edge of her cup before taking a long sip of her espresso. "You'd ace the class, no problem."

Elisabeth was very knowledgeable, after all.

"Somehow, I don't think I'll get to prove that principle in class, though."

Lis wasn't so sure, but she would never say so. She honestly disliked science and planned on only taking the required number of science classes to be able to graduate. She enjoyed her English classes well enough though, but mostly for reading the literature. She hated it once it was time to write the essays.

"Well, no. Newton's Law of Getting Laid usually isn't something to demonstrate in class. That's what afterschool tutoring is for."

"Something to keep in mind if I take up tutoring later in the semester?" Anita suggested, only half-joking. It was obvious by now that any tutoring she did would be the strictly educational sort, which she supposed made her terribly boring on Lis' scale, but hey. You never knew. Maybe she would get the opportunity to tutor just the right person.

Hmm.

"I wonder if he'd need tutoring," she mused aloud, pursing her lips slightly. "Considering he's slept through two out of three classes so far."

Lis knew that Anita was really boring. Like calculus textbook boring, but she loved the girl anyway, and was convinced that she'd one day get through to her. Teach her a thing or two about having fun. Or at least she hoped that Anita would get tired of her pushing and go out and find for herself.

"Oh, hot. Tutor him real good, girl."

Anita was of the opinion that she had a whole lot of fun -- just a different flavor. Of course, it was hard to explain to Lis exactly what it was her family did on weekends and around full moons. It was difficult to not be able to explain such an integral part of your life with your best friend, but the fact of the matter was that she spent enough time with pack that even if she did have a broader social circle among her classmates, she would have been overstimulated and exhausted.

Seriously. Being the alpha's kid was pretty time-consuming sometimes. She imagined it would only be more demanding if she had fur and fangs.

She grinned, not having any interest in turning Lis away from the topic of discussion for the time being. "Hey, if the opportunity comes around, I just might have to let you give me some pointers after all."

She'd still skip the hands-on lessons, though. No offense, Lis.

See, Lis was used to Anita being busy with her family all the time. She didn't get it, but her family and extended family weren't as close as Anita's seemed to be. It was kind of weird, but she adored Anita's dads and the other relatives she'd met over the years were nice, so she didn't mind it. Even if she sometimes wondered whether their frequent family game nights were cult-related.

Okay, so in a way, she was envious. But in a good way.

"That better be the first thing you do." She was super serious. "Or at least call and give me all the details after."

If only Lis were the only person in Beacon Hills who thought all their family togetherness was cult-related. It really didn't help that Stiles actively told people that it was. That was some quality sheriffing right there.

"Please, as if I'd ever do anything like that without reporting to you immediately afterwards. Who else would I tell? Or more specifically, who else would I tell that would actually want to know? I know you've got a questionnaire somewhere, ready to whip out the minute you need me to rate a touchy-feely experience."

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	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen