& You Lied To The Angels... -Lucy-

[jacob]

Jacobs ice blue eyes scanned the CD shelves, trying to spot anything. What did he want? Jacob wasn’t too sure of this himself. He hadn’t been to the mall in ages and this seemed like the perfect time to actually spend his money on something. Jacob was just one of those people that save up all their money and locked it up somewhere. A little splurging wouldn’t hurt, right? Not like it would be too expensive either. A Rob Zombie CD…maybe even some Guns N Roses. Jacob wasn’t just into one genre of music. He liked everything from pop/punk to heavy metal. Strange boy, but you can learn to love him.

He fiddled with the end of his hair, an old habit. This only occurred when he was either A. nervous or B. in deep thought. Today was B. How special. Rob Zombie or Guns N Roses? So many choices, so many choices, so many choices, so many ch—

Without noticing it, Jacob started to walk backwards. Great. Bumping into random people in the mall was one of his favorite past times. Before he knew it, his thoughts were interrupted by a body hitting his own. Oh no, no, no Jacob. That isn’t embarrassing. Not at all. Psh.

[Lucy Parker]

Lucy had been staring at the CDs on the rack intently, one slender hand entangled in a handful of her short, messy blonde hair. Chunky blue plastic heart earrings dangled from each of her ears as her warm brown eyes skimmed the various titles, for the most part absently. The hand that wasn't entagled in her hair was shoved into the back pocket of her faded jeans, and she chewed on her full lower lip idly.

She was looking at Grateful Dead CDs she already had several copies of. She had that Janis Joplin one, too, and all those Queen ones. She was afraid to even get started on the Beatles ones. It was a pity that most of her favorite artists had died--or had their frontmans die--and stopped making music. Not that Lucy minded the old stuff; in fact, she adored it. But it was always a problem when she had every intent of buying a CD and discovered she already owned all the ones she wanted.

She was quite content with looking at the CDs she already owned when something far taller than her bumped into her. She took a step forward, catching herself before she could fall into a rack of CDs, and grinned at her own balance. She had years of ballet and gymnastics to thank for that. At least her parents had picked her extracurriculars correctly. Lucy glanced over her shoulder, letting her hand wander from her messy hair to her neck, touching it lightly out of nervous habit. When she saw who had hit her in the first place she grinned.

"Trying to kill me, Jacob?" she asked in mock horror. "I should have known I meant nothing to you!"

[jacob]

Jacob was about to apologize, but soon realized Lucy was the one he bumped into. “Oh, it’s you”, he teased, a small smile tugging at his lips. Knowing Lucy, it was probably best if he did knock into her. It might have distracted her for a bit, so she didn’t have to buy every CD available. Though, it was a relief to see her. Jacob looked like a loser wandering the mall by himself. Only old people and security guards could get away with it. What luck? Maybe today wouldn’t suck so badly after all.

“Trying to kill you? Me? Never? How could you think such a thing?” Jacob paused and wiped an invisible tear from his eyes. “I am hurt, really.” He quickly snatched the Rob Zombie CD and held it protectively. Oh no, no, no. Lucy could by the whole store, but she was not getting her hands on this. “What are you doing here? Scouting for a new victim to kill?”

[Lucy Parker]

Lucy grinned at his antics, moving her hand up to muss with her hair again. What a clown. A gorgeous clown, but a clown nonetheless. She decided to change her demeanor, offering him a pout and pleading puppy dog eyes as he wiped the invisible tear away. She rocked back and forth on her sparkly red "Wizard of Oz"-esque flats, looking to him with soft, big brown eyes.

"You're right," she said, fighting the grin that was threatening to take over the pout she so skillfully wore at the moment. "How could I have ever thought so lowly of you? I'm a disgrace to society. God, I'm so sorry, doll, please forgive me."

She giggled, breaking the act. She watched him snatch up the CD and partially wanted to take it just because he'd snatched it for himself, but she resisted. Lucy arced her eyebrows at his question, grinning and going into a mock-martial arts pose. "You know me," she said with a shrug. "Always out kicking ass and taking names. I'm only, what, five foot three and weigh ninety pounds. No problem there."