Sweet Wheels [Axelle]

[Georgina Speer]

It was a great day that day - the sun was shining, the birds were singing (probably) and all of that beautiful jazz. Oh, and George and Axelle were going about town. So that was going to end well.

George, armed with her trusty (and new) sweets bag, entered the sweet shop to restock with all kinds of sweet goods, as well as some extra stuff because she was awesome. She peered among the jars with a discerning eye, trying to decide what she would choose to buy. She turned back to her friend, beanie perfectly wonky atop of her head, "What do you think?" She looked at the ridiculous choice of sweets, "I'm terrible at making decisions." She said, as she grabbed a handful of packs of lollipops.

Oh, and this was very important. Sweets were of an utmost importance to the English girl.

EDIT: Set on July 2nd or something yup

[Axelle Flint]

Axelle hadn't been planning on an outing but when George had called her looking to go get sweets, she had tossed her tools down and rushed to meet her. She'd rushed so much that she's forgotten about the stains on her clothes until she'd looked down at her pants and noticed the inky, black splotches. Axelle normally didn't mind beind dirty but she'd rather avoid it when she was out in public with her friends...what if she ran into a cute guy?

As she and George entered the sweet shop, Axelle's mouth watered from the scents around her. She would definitely partake of sweets, she needed the extra energy for something she wanted to do today and her grandfather hadn't been able to make her extra snacks yesterday. Axelle had argued often that she was capable of making her own snacks, but several mishaps in the kitchen had forced both father and grandfather to ban her from touching anything or going anywhere but the fridge.

George confronted her with her dilemma and Axelle shrugged. "Get the gummy stuff," she suggested as she got her own bag and went to do just that. She loved gummy frogs with a passion though she couldn't necessarily explain why. She determined to get some licorice too, not a lot of black, but a few pieces for her dad and grandfather. "Oh! And Pop Rocks, because those rock too," she added as she carefully scooped her gummy frogs before getting another bag and filling it with Warheads and other hard candies to keep in her locker at school.

[Georgina Speer]

George herself wasn't exactly a fashion queen - comfort over design. So, tracksuit bottoms, baggy top, hair in a messy bun, random colours kind of thrown about recklessly and such... she wasn't really coordinated. But then again, if they did run into someone cute - if they couldn't cope with her looking like this, they didn't deserve to have her when she was a little more put together. Huzzah.

Sweets were totally George's life fuel. For some people, it was coffee, or chocolate, or some such substances, but George just lived on sweets. Gum, gummy things, lollipops (lollipops were mmmm), chocolate, occasionally, and fizzy things, sour things, all the things! Sugar sugar sugar sugar mmmmmmmmm... she was practically drooling at the thought.

"Right, gummy stuff." She replied with a nod, before skittering over to some gummy worms, mumbling, "Gummy gummy gummy gummy gummy," under her breath and sneaking around even though the small was pretty small and pretty open and she was as obvious as a torch in the middle of the night. She had a fair amount of those by the time her friend suggested Pop Rocks (sweets made George work fast), "Ooh! Yes!" She would have tumble rolled over to them if it wouldn't have ended terribly. She continued to grab multiple bags and fill them with multiple things, grinning as she did. She glanced over at her matey-mate, "You got much else planned for today?" George was just doing whatever came to mind. Which was probably something to be concerned about, because a lot of things came into the British girl's mind and a lot of them were funkyballs.

[Axelle Flint]

"Oh no, not really!" she chirped. "I was just going to finish up part of the car and probably do some lifting," she hummed as she continued to grab more candy. "Oh! Right, why do I keep forgetting to tell people these things BUT some of the girls I knew from growing up around town dragged me to a club the other night and I met a guy from our school, Benji! And anyway we danced for a little bit and uh we might have made out a bit in the courtyard. I found out I can give hickey's to someone!" Axelle gushed at her usual mile a minute pace as she finished filling up her candy bag and going to the check out. She’d already told Salem this but she hadn’t been able to catch George at a good time, though admittedly getting candy in the candy shop might not have been the best place either.

[Georgina Speer]

Cars were cool, but they weren't really anything George understood. Maybe she could watch Axe do some stuff and try and remember or something. Bleh. She was good with sticking to her video games and sweets and randomness for now. "Miss. Macho-pants over here," She commented, sifting through all the ridiculous number of bags she had to double check what she had picked up (not that she would mind picking up the same thing twice, but it might be a waste of money or something).

Georgina listened to her friend's story as she padded around, probably cleaning everything out of stock as she did. She was pretty casual and slumped with terrible posture as always until the name passed her ears. Benji. Of all the bloody people... the British girl casually (casually meaning stiffly and awkwardly, for some reason unknown) turned around and faced the redhead. Of course, she had to expect it, Benji being... well, the person he was, but she still felt something twinge inside her, as her friend finished explaining the trail of events that occurred. "You made out with, and gave hickeys to, some guy," (she was not going to give any obvious sign that he knew that boy) "That you hardly even know?" It was a questionable decision to make. Like, George was all for living in the moment and doing crazy things because they made you happy, but... but shit man.

"Any particular reason why? Or did he just throw loads of cute nicknames at you and make you melt in his hands?" Well, that wasn't subtle.

[Axelle Flint]

One of the things that had never changed about Axelle was her rash, impulsive decision making. So while she didn't personally see anything wrong with her choices she could understand where other people might question her judgement. Though George happened to take it to a level that Axelle suspected something was off. Sensing a problem and attempting to deal with it head on, Axelle turned and faced her friend.

"George, is something wrong?" She asked point blank, gaze level and probing. She decided not to give the other girl a chance to back out if the question. "It was just some kissing, and NO he did not just call me some cute names, but thank you ever so much for thinking that of me," she gave her friend a confused smile. Why would George think that? Axelle was a tactile person, she liked people, she like being with and around people, but she kissed a guy on a whim and suddenly she bad? "He was really nice and it was sorta sexy ya know? I got caught up in the moment," she shrugged. "I'm not interested in dating him or being a booty call if that's what you're worried about?" She asked, not unkindly.

She didn't want to fight with George but she wanted to know why the other girl's attitude had shifted the way it had and stay any arguments. George might just be worried about her and unable to express it, Axelle paused on her way to the cashier as she waited for the answer.