Instant Crush [Closed]

Alva rolled over in her bed rather groggily, smacking her lips together and tightly hugging the blanket that covered her body. She'd finally had a day where neither her school, her job, or her other job required any obligations in particular, and she was going to make the most of it. And making the most of it apparently meant sleeping in incredibly late. Oh, well, it wasn't like it mattered for today, of all days. She could just lie here among her pillows and blankets without worrying about a thi- Was that the doorbell?

Alva's eyes opened and she blinked a few times. What, was the mail here? Alva rolled over and checked her phone for the time. ...No, the mail never came this early. And her dad wouldn't be ringing the doorbell either, he had keys. So, who...? Wait... Alva quickly swiped over her phone and checked her messages. Her last thread was with Terryn, and it dawned on her as she read it that they had scheduled a meeting. For today. That she had forgotten about.

Shoot.

The blanket that had previously been on Alva was tossed to the side, and Alva rolled herself straight out of the bed and onto the floor. There was a mad crawl over to her dresser, and an even madder wrangling with clothes to get them properly on her body after she'd tossed the pajamas off. Next, she clambered up to her wheelchair and rolled swiftly down the hall to the bathroom, where she attempted to simultaneously brush her hair and teeth, a hairbrush in one hand and a toothbrush in the other. If anything, it may have been faster to just do the two of them separately.

But, she was done! Alva quickly put up her long, blonde hair into a ponytail as she preferred it, then wheeled back down the hall, rolled onto the lift, rode the lift down from the second floor, then rolled up to the door and unlocked it before she yanked it open. "Hi, Terryn!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. All in all, she estimated he'd been waiting about four minutes, which, all things considered, wasn't horrible. "Where are we going today, again? I forgot. Or you didn't tell me. Either way, I'm up for anything!"

TAGS: Terryn Yaki

Terryn certainly seemed excited to see Alva when she pulled the door open in front of him. So excited, in fact, that his phone went flying out of his hands and up into the air. Alva defensively leaned back into her seat as the rectangular object hurtled through the air, but her friend was luckily able to snatch the device back into his hands before it smashed against either Alva's face or the ground. "Yeah, it has been a while!" Alva replied as Terryn expressed his excitement verbally this time. "You're looking as Terryn as ever, I see." Terryn certainly had his own distinctive look. Spiky, reddish brown hair that almost looked like it could've been a Saiyan's, those rounded ears jutting out from the sides of his head, and an outfit he almost certainly had slept in the night before. 

When he pulled out the Sparking World tickets, though, Alva's heart skipped a beat. "Sparking World?!" she asked in amazement as she leaned forward in her chair to get a better look at the tickets. And here Alva had been under the impression they'd just be going to get a bite to eat or something. "Heck yeah, I'm in! Let's get going, the longer we wait, the more time the rides will have to get longer lines!" Although, Alva supposed that didn't really apply to her, huh? She basically always got to skip the lines at any ride by virtue of her disability. It was a small perk to being bound to a wheelchair, but it was one she was going to be taking full advantage of.

She quickly rolled up next to Terryn's car and climbed out of her chair to get herself snug in the passenger's seat, her wheelchair left outside for Terryn to capsule up while she put her seatbelt on. "Okay, what do we ride first?" she idly mused as they were about to get going. "The Tilt-a-Swirl, like, always makes me feel sick after I hop off onto solid ground, but it's also totally super fun when you're on it. Then, I guess there's also the Porcupine Express, but- oh, I don't know. That one just has too many drops, and I don't want to feel queasy right off the bat. What are you thinking?"

TAGS: Terryn Yaki