Keep them on. (Crystal's Story)

[This thread potentially features gay/bisexual content.]

Hm, thought the burgeoning adult as she subtly posed before her reflecting doppelganger, and puckered a lip corner.

What the hell.

The earrings swung along the stroke of her jaw as she rummaged through her bag and zipped it up. At the doorknob click, Jim turned his head, doing that thing where you'd look over to said person without actually looking upon them so it instead looked like you were talking to a shelf, or carpet hair, or the puzzled dog, if you had one. "Don't get any speeding tickets."

"Screw you Jim, that's not funny, remember?" snapped Crystal.

Jim only smirked a tad. Otherwise, he, thankfully, dropped the subject, and Crystal swung her head through the doorway and shut the slab of wood closed.

Only to briefly pop her head back in. "Don't screw up your first date with that surfer chick, 'kay Jim?" With a heinous grin, and before he could have the chance to respond (passive as he was being, he probably wouldn't have even flinched a brow at it anyway), the girl shut the door back closed and retreated to her vehicle. Yes, it was actually hers. She got it as a present from Uncle Clark about a year ago. Boy, the look on her parents' face that day.

After slipping into her car, she threw on her GPS and began pulling out the driveway when another car whizzed by, nearly colliding into her bumper.

"Shit--" Crystal jacked her head to the side, picking up her jaw. "Some people need to relax."

Seriously, These things could kill, ya know?

A few extra street checks later, and she was on her way to pick up the girl-friends. Window down, breeze grazing through her hair. The makings of a damn fine promo poster.

Ordinarily, the high school senior would have also had her built-in playlist linked up to her radio, and she would be jamming out to the usual tunes. But she didn't want to drown out the navigational system, like last time, when -- well, that was another story. Condensed version: some actual radio waves didn't hurt some.

Turning up the volume, she listened in.

"...why there is in fact a double-standard. You just don't really notice it, but, it's there, you know. It's just, like, it's totally normal for girls to feel up hot guys whenever and wherever they want and get away it and when people do bring it up they don't care enough to resolve it. In this society it's like being a..."

The girl grimaced.

Of course. Of course she'd be barging into one of those weirdo call-ins addressing some clearly tailored-for-pop-controversy hot topic right this moment when she just wanted a decent background beat.

As the call nevertheless went on, the teenager blurted out a curt laugh and a shake of her head.

"Double-standard," scoffed Crystal. Woe is you bud.

Not to say there wasn't one. But some guys were just like -- they were -- they thought that the world was just -- ugh.

Whatever.

"It's normal for girls to feel up guys they're attracted to all the time, whenever wherever, huh?" Splutter of the lips. "Sure it is. Yeah."

Meanwhile, as the wind riddled across her smooth-skinned pores, drafted over the car, a "turn left" suddenly resounded below her, and with a minor screech she doled out a last minute careen into the intersecting street.

"Ooh, my jam right here," she bobbed her head as, finally, the station threw on something to tap to.