Journey had spent her time outside of class wisely, at least she believed she did some of the time. Taking herself to the library to prepare for a test coming up in one of her classes. She wasn’t staying long, just long enough to find some books to help and checking them out before zipping them into her bag and heading out of the library. It was bright out, and she was glad that she had worn the loose blue top she had, as it didn’t cling to her body and allowed the breeze to soothe her.

She pulled the backpack over her shoulder and stepped out into the daylight. Instantly picking up on the tattooed skateboarder. A light pink tinting her cheek as she realized who exactly it was. Milo. She didn’t want to interrupt him, but if he made eye contact with her she’d wave shyly at him.

Milo saw movement by the door and looked towards it to be sure he didn't run over anyone. He saw Journey there. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the same grade in a small town. They hadn't talked all that much, she was a pretty shy girl from what he knew of her, but she sure was pretty.

When she made eye contact with him and offered him a wave he took that as an invitation, whether it was intended to be one or not. He waved his hand to the return the wave and slowed to a stop beside her, kicking up the top of his longboard as he stopped and catching it in his palm, the bottom of it still resting against the cement.

"Hey Journey, what's up?" he asked in typical teenage fashion.

A brief moment of surprise washed over her. She expected maybe a wave back, a smile. But to stop him made her pause a moment as if she didn’t believe her eyes. “Ah, just getting some stuff to study.” she said, pointing back at the library doors behind them before looking back up to him. “And you?” it was more out of habit, but as she looked down she could clearly see he had been enjoying his time instead of burying his face in a book like herself.

He wouldn't have expected anything else from Journey. I mean, he wouldn't have expected anything else from anyone who had just been inside the library on a school campus. Of course it was to get things to study. As she offered the question to him he glanced down at his board and then back up at her with a guilty grin and a shrug. "Avoiding studying," he replied.

A small smile lifted her lips. There were few she was close with, more because Journey was rather quiet in the beginning. Not wanting to say anything that would embarrass herself, so instead she settled for uncomfortable silence half the time. “It seems you are being quite successful in that.” she said with a small breathy laugh. Her eyes glancing towards the parking lot. Spotting her old little car waiting for her. But she knew it was rude to just run to her shelter, so she turned herself back towards him. Making it obvious she was going to attempt a conversation. “Howve you been, outside of not studying?”

Milo gave a little smirk and a chuckle at her comment. "Very successful, yes," he replied. He pretended not to notice her glance away from her car. If she wanted to leave then he wouldn't stop her. Instead she continued the conversation and he was glad to have someone to talk to. He had been getting bored but wasn't ready to head towards home just yet. While his best friends lived in the trailer park with him, they were both working right now and there was nothing that else that drew him back there.

"Been pretty good, can't complain," he said with a grin. He'd been high on life with the money he'd been raking in lately, even if his grades were slipping at school. "What about you? They've been advertising prom like it's the event of the century. Are you going?"

Journey nodded her head as he said he had been good. There were all kinds of people in Sweetwater with all kinds of backgrounds. She had wound off in a decent situation. Her family worked hard but they made enough to get by and have some nice things. Not her car by any means, but it ran and didn’t break down every time she tried driving it. So perhaps it was nicer than she gave it credit for.

Prom. A small shrug happened as her hands crossed over her chest. Her sneakers kicking lightly at the ground as she laughed. “We don’t often have a lot of things to get excited about around here. So some people are all in.” Maybe she was as well, but there was a different excitement for her. “I, well, yeah I planned on going.” she told him, her hand coming up to brush back some of her hair from her face. “Are you? Or will you be pushing that off as well?”

"Small town problems, am I right?" Milo said with a little smile. It was true that there wasn't a lot to get excited about in a small town. People did tend to cling to the seemingly little things. There was nothing like opening day of the fair, for example. He was convinced that the entire population was there on opening day. Him included most of the time.

"I mean, its our Senior Prom. I'd be crazy not to go, right?" he asked with a chuckle. He rested his forearm against his board and crossed on of his ankles behind the other, the tip of shoe resting against the ground. "So you got a date?" he asked. She might be shy but she was adorable, surely she had boys flocking around her? Even if it was just the

A soft laugh escaped her. Yes, small town problems indeed. They clung to any celebration that they could, dove deep into holidays as well as far as she has known. Any excuse to pull their small numbers together was taken as a big thing. “I think it’s worth going to. Wouldn’t you hate to look back in ten years and regret that you didn’t go?” Maybe that was part of the reason she was going. Even with how shy she was, she knew that she would be upset with herself if she didn’t at least show up and check out the decorations and have one dance. Even if it was by herself.

At the mention of a date, her cheeks flooded with heat. “No,” It was blurted out a bit too quickly, which only made her laugh nervously. Great, way to sound absolutely ridiculous Journey. She didn’t talk to many other people, and her friends had already had their dates since the moment it was announced. Even some of them getting the big signs and cards. “I figured I’d be the quirky friend that sort of just tags along...” She winced at how awful that sounded. Glancing up at him as she laughed at herself a little. “Are you and your date planning on matching?”

No date, same as him. They might not know each other all that well, but if you asked him there was no reason why the two of them couldn't go together. At least they would avoid being the 'quirky tagalong' as she had put it. He smiled at her blush and her nervous laughter.

"Hmmm," he replied thoughtfully, tapping his lip. "I don't know. What do you think about matching?"

Her brows flicked together as he asked his question. Her head tilting just a little to the side, trying to figure out who exactly his date would be. She didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to others, so she had no way of knowing if he had a girlfriend. Whenever she had seen him, it was in class. “I would think that’d be up to you and your date? Who is she?” She asked, obviously not catching onto what he had just insinuated, because to her, she wasn’t the girl who was asked to prom by the handsome skater.

Milo drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he smiled when she asked who his date was. "Well," he said, drawing out the word and touching the tip of his tongue against his upper lip. "That depends," he replied. He had been intentionally vague when he talked about matching and wasn't surprised she hadn't caught on to the little hint.

The moment he bit his lip, she had to look away to keep herself from staring. She didn’t know what it was about that, but it made her feel a tingling sensation run through her hands and she tucked them into the front pockets of her jeans. Her eyes glancing at her feet before she let herself look back up at him. Knowing he couldn’t keep that same look while he spoke. “On?” she asked. How did it depend? “... do you have more than one date?”