Kalliel (kalliel) wrote,

ALL THE--! SMALL THINGS--! / truth care, truth brings / I'll take one lift / your ride, best trip

I bet Lisa's way more fond of early aughts bands like Sum 41 and Blink-182 and Weezer and Jimmy Eat World than she'd like to admit to anyone but her best girlfriends, because they're not really elevated enough to strike a chord with most of her colleagues at the yoga studio but also not grunge enough to feel genuinely edgy and legitimate in that realm, either. Those were really good years for her, though. She doesn't really remember why. A lot of what she does remember she's really not that proud of, outside of keeping Ben. But there's a warmth there. Nostalgia, but longer, deeper.

She's on a roadtrip on her own once, at the end of the last summer Ben will spend at home (he gets a job on campus; it goes through summers and earns enough to pay for his apartment and his girlfriend). Redford Idaho, which is nostalgia--the simple kind.

Her Gas n' Sip cashier blanches, like he's seen a ghost. He's way too old to be afraid of her.

"Hi, Steve," she says.

"L--" he starts. "Lady. Hi, lady."

One of those, then. She pays for her Ho-Hos in cash. "Are those pickle chips?" she asks, and he nods. She asks for four.

"It's warm," he says. He looks so relieved.

Lisa smiles less convincingly and eyes the pickle chips. "Can't tell if that's a warning or an advertisement, Steve."

He startles, tripping down off some other plane. She knows the look. He hands her the sleeve of pickle chips and tells her she can keep the change.

He's the one who owes her. Lisa doesn't bother collecting, though. She has road, and sun, and Idaho.

Tags: fandom: spn, infamati et obliterati, team woolf

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