It does kind of feel that way sometimes. ( there's a beat, as kimberly considers it, but it's a companionable sort of silence. it's easy to just be with baby, to enjoy his company even when doing something as simple as hanging out in a record store. ) I don't think it's anybody's fault, though.
( the answer is, at least in kimberly's mind, blissfully simple. ) We just need to hang out more. You and me. ( boyfriends and car club and roommates and everyone else can wait. )
Nah, wouldn't blame anyone. [ They're busy; they have jobs and significant others and events to attend and friends to spend time with. ] Some days, I barely see Robbie, and I live with the guy.
[ Shrug. They can always find ways to see each other; like right now, Kimberly in the store, Otis curled up between them, music in the background, happy, content, simple.
He has to ask: ]
We talking as friends, right? Because I think we should make it a standing weekly date to go for breakfast. Or for a ride, you still haven't tried driving my car.
( she can't help but laugh, leaning over just enough to nudge him with her shoulder. it's a quiet, sleepy sound, but enough to show she doesn't take offense as his question. )
Yeah, as friends. ( in another time and place, maybe it would have been different. ) Breakfast dates sound great. Breakfast friend dates, even. You can bring me new music for my Zumba class, and I'll bring you... hm. I'll figure something out.
( she doesn't have very much to offer in that regard, but maybe she can think of something he might like. )
Are you sure you want to let me behind the wheel? Robbie won't even let me breathe on his, and it's indestructible.
[ It's a good thing it doesn't turn awkward at his question - he realizes a little too late that it could have been taken the wrong way, but at least - with Kimberly, it feels like they've navigated these waters already. They landed firmly on the 'friends' shore, which works for them. ]
Okay then. Let's do that.
[ At the mention of Robbie's car, Baby chuckles, shrugging. ]
He's precious about it, I guess. I'm used to going from car to car, so it's not like I have a deep bond or something. I mean, I like it, but you're not going to wreck it, are ya?
I dunno. ( a soft shrug of her shoulders in reply, a mirror of baby's easy reply. ) To be honest, I don't really know how to drive a stick.
( it's not like it's something that's taught to girls in angel grove. she understood the basics of it, the general idea, but in practice? not so much. )
[ He can't help the surprise - she looked like the kind of girl who would know how to, for some reason. Maybe because she reminds him of Debbie, in some ways - the independence, the love of music, the eyes that seem to see beyond what he does. ]
I'll absolutely teach you, yeah. Maybe I should start my own driving school.
Is that really that surprising? ( she's smiling, but there's a bit of quiet to her movements as she brushes a lock of hair behind her ears. she can't help but think of jason and his truck, billy and the van — things left behind in her staying here. ) I mean, guys drove pick-up trucks in Angel Grove but it's not like they were inviting me to drive them or anything.
( the enthusiasm of his teaching offer, though, helps her to swallow down any uncomfortable feelings that may have crept up thinking of home. )
You should totally start your own school. I'll be your first.
( no double entendre needed. but it's probably there all the same. )
I guess it's not. Surprising, I mean. It's just that I've been driving stick since I was ten, so I always think everybody can.
[ It's on him, really.
Chuckling, he looks around the store, its cozy atmosphere, the shelves and shelves of vinyls, of equipment, like a relic in a world of technology. Baby is pretty proud of being able to work here, like a reject of Empire Records. ]
Even if my other two jobs aren't an every day thing like B-Sides is, I don't know where I'd find the time, really.
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( the answer is, at least in kimberly's mind, blissfully simple. ) We just need to hang out more. You and me. ( boyfriends and car club and roommates and everyone else can wait. )
If you wanted to, I mean.
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[ Shrug. They can always find ways to see each other; like right now, Kimberly in the store, Otis curled up between them, music in the background, happy, content, simple.
He has to ask: ]
We talking as friends, right? Because I think we should make it a standing weekly date to go for breakfast. Or for a ride, you still haven't tried driving my car.
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Yeah, as friends. ( in another time and place, maybe it would have been different. ) Breakfast dates sound great. Breakfast friend dates, even. You can bring me new music for my Zumba class, and I'll bring you... hm. I'll figure something out.
( she doesn't have very much to offer in that regard, but maybe she can think of something he might like. )
Are you sure you want to let me behind the wheel? Robbie won't even let me breathe on his, and it's indestructible.
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Okay then. Let's do that.
[ At the mention of Robbie's car, Baby chuckles, shrugging. ]
He's precious about it, I guess. I'm used to going from car to car, so it's not like I have a deep bond or something. I mean, I like it, but you're not going to wreck it, are ya?
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( it's not like it's something that's taught to girls in angel grove. she understood the basics of it, the general idea, but in practice? not so much. )
You feel like teaching me, professor?
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[ He can't help the surprise - she looked like the kind of girl who would know how to, for some reason. Maybe because she reminds him of Debbie, in some ways - the independence, the love of music, the eyes that seem to see beyond what he does. ]
I'll absolutely teach you, yeah. Maybe I should start my own driving school.
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( the enthusiasm of his teaching offer, though, helps her to swallow down any uncomfortable feelings that may have crept up thinking of home. )
You should totally start your own school. I'll be your first.
( no double entendre needed. but it's probably there all the same. )
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[ It's on him, really.
Chuckling, he looks around the store, its cozy atmosphere, the shelves and shelves of vinyls, of equipment, like a relic in a world of technology. Baby is pretty proud of being able to work here, like a reject of Empire Records. ]
Even if my other two jobs aren't an every day thing like B-Sides is, I don't know where I'd find the time, really.