Thrash Bandicoot

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19. "You seemed a little off on the phone" / 10. “You don’t have to pretend to be alright. ” + Clarissa/Alex

nataliving

Another twofer. Also this is loosely a continuation of the last one I did for them.

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It takes Alex a little too long to realize someone is knocking on her door to the point where they’ve already resorted to pounding by the time she’s flung her headphones to the side and gets up to see who it could be.

“What’s your deal? You wanna give your neighbors something to gossip about?” Clarissa yells, pushing her way into Alex’s studio apartment.

“Okay, sorry, I had my headphones on, but–more importantly–I thought you said you couldn’t hang tonight,” Alex answers, locking her door and rounding on Clarissa.

“Things changed,” Clarissa answers, but under Alex’s knowing gaze decides to add, “You seemed a little off on the phone.”

“So you came over to kick down my door?” Alex pushes, flopping down on her bed, crossing her arms, “Does everything have to be so dramatic with you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been listening to Alison by Slowdive on repeat for the last hour and a half”, Clarissa spits out, “Pot meet kettle.”

Alex opens her mouth to counter, but nothing comes, so she flops back on her bed and groans instead, and a breath later, Clarissa is cautiously moving to lie down beside her.

They both keep their eyes on the pictures Alex’s galaxy lamp is painting on her ceiling (thankfully, Alex thinks), but Clarissa does nudge her with an open palm, so Alex takes it.

“You don’t have to pretend to be alright,” Clarissa starts, and then she holds up their entwined hands, “just because this is kind of happening.”

Alex shifts her gaze to their hands, and it feels good to see them like this, but a sob bubbles up anyway.

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explosionshark asked

21 or 7 for Clarissa/Alex from Oxenfree

nataliving

You’re turn for a twofer!!!!

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“Of course I liked you,” Clarissa exclaims, cackling. “God, Mike had talked about you so much, by the time I met you, it felt like meeting…I dunno, Zendaya or something.”

Alex, balancing a pizza box against her hip as she jiggles open the lock of Clarissa’s apartment, scoffs and retorts, “If you were that stoked, what’d I do to piss you off so fast?”

Inside, Clarissa makes a beeline for the fridge, selecting two (cheap but palatable) beers, as she answers, “It wasn’t like that. I just knew immediately how much I didn’t rate. I mean, Mike liked me a lot, but you two were you two.”

A beat passes as Alex grabs two plates from the dishwasher and starts dolling out pizza before quietly asking, “Is it weird that you saying that makes me feel better? Because when you came into the picture, I…could feel him pulling away. And that’s fine. That’s growing up, but–”

“He loved you, Alex,” Clarissa affirms, taking Alex’s hand, “anyone with eyes could see that from a mile away,” she pauses (winces?) before adding, “and I kinda get it.”

Alex stops mid drink, “Wait…what?”

Clarissa looks up at her vaulted ceilings and groans before answering, “Look,” she crosses her arms, clearly defensive, “maybe this is just a me thing, and if it is, I’ll just add it to my therapist’s list, but…I think I have a crush on you.”

Alex stares at Clarissa for beat before she pulls out her old HAM radio, turns it through a couple frequencies and then turns it back off, confirming: “This is real. You’re being honest.”

Clarissa drags her fingers through her hair, exasperated, “Yes, and being vulnerable, thanks for noticing. Like I said, if it’s weird–”

Alex pulls Clarissa’s hands into her own, cutting through with, “No. I mean, yeah, of course it’s a little weird, but just–tell me again.”

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