Believe Me, I’m Lying: Ryder + Justice
Justice rolled her eyes. “It’s not that hard, you know. He’s basically telling you what to do.” She moved over and scooted closer to him, pressing the A button for him. She had nearly the entire introduction dialogue memorized. “Okay so basically, this is your rival. He’s your professor’s grandson. You named him Shawn… and he’s picking Piplup, because you picked Turtwig. Turtwig is a grass type pokemon. Piplup is a water type pokemon.” Justice took a breath. “Okay, so basically, now you have to pokemon battle him. I’ll help you and all, but you have to learn how to do this on your own.” She tapped the A button again and the conversation between characters continued until a Pokemon battle started. “It’s really simple— but when you’re with a trainer you can’t run away, so don’t press that button. It’s a sign of weakness. This other button here is to fight. It brings up the moves that you have and the third button brings up your items. Items like, pokeballs, things to revive your HP/PP, attack items… yeah.” Justice nudged his arm. “Okay, go. I can’t baby you the entire time.”
This was going to be difficult. Justice had never actually had to explain Pokemon, or rather teach someone how to play, and though she was being nice at first about actually showing him how to play, she wasn’t sure if she really could. It wasn’t exactly the coolest fighting game that every young boy wanted to play… but at least she was trying and he wasn’t trying to get her pants off. Which was interesting to say the least— and she assumed it was because he’d learned his lesson from last time. Justice smirked a little to herself and looked over Ryder’s shoulder, leaning against him a little bit.
Ryder had been more active when he was a boy. When he did play video games, he was more of a Mario kinda guy. He wasn’t necessarily one for organized sports, much to his father’s dismay, but he had kicked some ass in neighborhood soccer scrimmages or pick up basketball games. While his father was always tossing money at him, as a child, he couldn’t do much with it and just left it aside to grow in a pile. It wasn’t until he met Shawn when he was older that he started using it for the greater good. And the greater good was supplying much of the alcohol and cigarettes for their parties.
He chewed on his lower lip as he stared at the screen before him and listened to Justice’s instructions. He was trying his hardest at the game and tried to mimic her actions when she stopped telling him what to do. He wasn’t about to make a fool of himself over a video game. Smirking as he felt her lean against him, Ryder turned his head to face her. “I think I might be getting the hang of this, Fireball,” he said, gesturing to the console in his hands.
Believe Me, I’m Lying: Ryder + Justice
Justice had missed the party, not really feeling up for partying or getting drunk. She’d gone out to check out the club on her own, wondering what all the hype and interest was about. It wasn’t betrayal, she just didn’t feel up to partying and was curious as to what the club was like. It was kind of cool, but she didn’t plan on leaving. Maybe if Brad did, but she loved the safehouse. After she’d come back late, she was pleased to see that she’d kept the same sleep cycle. What kept her awake was the dual screens of the newest Nintendo DS version. This time, Cressila the Pokemon had decided to be a pain in the ass, and it was jumping on her last nerve to catch it. Ryder had come around the living room and brought some company, and she figured she might as well show him the ropes and spend some time with him.
There was no doubt she still remembered when they’d kissed, but she hadn’t felt anything then, and didn’t want to find out if she still did now. It was emergency circumstances and she was only looking for a way out of the predicament in order to slink away and join Brad to a trip out of the safehouse. Sometimes Justice still felt like she owed debt to Ryder because she’d treated him so poorly (though she didn’t mean so, and was sure he was over it by now) but found he’d been pretty alright for a guy. Sure, when he saw a new piece of meat and scoped it out, tested the waters, but Justice felt pretty comfortable at being friends with Ryder and hadn’t thought about changing that at all. Ryder and Justice had gone upstairs though, and up to her room to play nearly everything. She had Marinara, her favorite pizza plush, hugged close on her lap as she sat criss-crossed beside Ryder. She’d started up a new game for him on Pokemon Pearl, and gave him tips while she watched over his shoulder.
Ryder had spent a good portion of his night at the party downstairs. He had ended up making out with Eli, the blonde that he had met at the club a couple of days ago. He had honestly felt a little strange as he did so. She had been the first girl, besides Justice, that he had actually managed to actually kiss since his new found invisibility. It was weird for him, because she had given in so easily and he had always preferred a challenge. Not that he was exactly complaining.
Everyone had gone up to their rooms, or someone else’s, and for once, he was alone. He meandered his way back downstairs only to find Justice sitting on one of the couches, hunched over a video game. He smirked and shook his head as he walked over to her. “Missed ya at the party Fireball,” he said as he sank into the couch. They made small talk for a few minutes before they went back upstairs to Justice’s room. He had learned his lesson last time and wouldn’t try anything.
Ryder sat on the end of her bed and took the game from her, trying to figure it out. He was puzzled, never really one for video games. “Fireball. I have no idea what I’m doing here,” he said, growing more frustrated.
