CRASH THE MALL!! ~ johnny

[evangeline maybell hopkins]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Ask anyone, anyone, that knew Evangeline Hopkins well enough. You might have to go to her home town of Kendrick, California, but even so, you’d get the answer that she was best described as a cold, emotionless robot. Everything about her was rigid, uncaring, and all-around abysmal. She got straight As and worked rigorously in order to become a doctor, and there wasn’t much to her other than that. No real excitement or craziness was imprinted into her character...


However, she was still a teenager. And didn’t that always lead to some choices that were quite risky and completely stupid?


To elaborate, Evangeline was the headliner for her uncle Ben’s band, re-titled, The Pretty Reckless. One of their band mates, Jamie the drummer, had a job with security at ‘kolohe centera’, which was basically the island’s most popular shopping center. As part of his job, whenever there was any kind of special events or expositions in the mall, he was the main techie who set up the sound and video equipment. And, due to a new head of security who was a complete and utter asshole, Jamie decided to quit... but in the most creative and productive way possible. There was a scheduled music performance to take place the upcoming weekend, this old-timer band with the senior citizens of the island as their main demographic. And what better way to get himself fired than to have a surprise concert by The Pretty Reckless up on the stage and playing on every monitor scattered around the mall as well as the food court?


Evangeline was completely up for it. Like most people assumed of her, she was one of the most rational people you’d ever meet. Her Uncle Ben, however, not so much. He was wild and crazy, and even though you never saw Evangeline cracking a smile in any kind of social situation, her uncle can get her cracking up and beaming within moments. It was just this power he had over her. And with the rush of excitement she normally received just from performing on stage, she could only imagine the rush she was going to get from doing this when it was clearly illegal, even though they weren’t going to be hurting a soul. The curtains to the stage were drawn, so they snuck up the back steps without anybody noticing them. Jamie’d already brought up the equipment that would be used for the actual show, though Ben had his own guitar and Mark had his own bass. Evangeline set the microphone up to the right height, and from there, she was completely ready. With a few buttons hit on the equipment behind the instruments, the cameras pointed at the stage turned on, some zoomed in on the musicians, some recording from farther away, and the curtain that concealed them from everything were soon drawn. And Evangeline began with the song they specifically chose for this event. With a simple, ”1, 2, 3, 4!”

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It didn’t take very long to cause quite the calamity within koloha centera. Older solicitors were quite alarmed; security was beginning to wonder just what the hell was going on. As for teenagers and adults with good tastes that were in the mall, they were enjoying the surprise show, and some of them were grouping towards the small stage, or around the monitors scattered across the mall. The music they were performing was piped through the entire building as well, so people were going along with the music, enjoying the fast tempo and the confusing lyrics. What was great that soon the crowd became something close to what would be seen at a rock concert, and it made it extremely difficult for security to jump onto the stage and intervene, so it looked like they weren’t going to be interrupted for the entire song. And as the song continued, one particular element of the song that was going to shock the majority of the people was coming up, and she wouldn’t miss a beat and knew to keep singing and ignore the reactions from those around her.

”Do you wanna get to know me?
Do you wanna learn to get inside my head?
Do you wanna get to touch me?
‘Cause now my ex is officially dead!
I don’t la-la-la-la-la-like you.
I la-la-la-la-la-la-love you.
I used to ha-ha-ha-ha-hate you.
But now I really fuckin’ love you!”

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And when the f-bomb was dropped, older women gasped, security cursed, and a few cheers from the more immature teenagers could be heard as they approved of how gutsy they all were to be doing this. And while security continued to have trouble storming the stage, the song went on, and they actually managed to enjoy the feeling of doing something crazy and illegal for the entire song. And once they reached the end of it, the crowd went nuts, and they didn’t want to chance losing their good luck, so Ben and Mark unplugged their instruments as quickly as possible and after Evangeline gave her send-off into the microphone, ”Thanks you guys, we’re The Pretty Reckless, look for our posters. Goodnight!”[/b], they all prepared for what was inevitable – running.


As quickly as possible, the four of them jumped off the stage and the crowd parted as quickly as they could to make room for the four darting band members. All the security members around were making a b-line for them, and they all knew that if they were going to slip past these guys and try to confuse them, splitting up would be the best thing. So once they were free from the crowd, Mark ran towards the food court, Jamie and Ben took the hallway that led to the dollar store, and Evangeline ran, despite the hells and her skimpy outfit, towards the service entrance. She threw herself through the swinging doors in front of her, and once she ran down a short, narrow hallway, she came upon an open area where there were a few recycling and garbage bins lined against the walls. Once she walked further into the room, she could hear the same swinging doors she’d entered this area from open, and she knew she was going to have to hide, and quick, before she was caught. She wasn’t necessarily afraid of mall cops, but she was sixteen and therefore her parents, who lived in California and were completely unaware that she was attending school on Ehu Island instead of New York City, would have to be contacted. And she really didn’t want her father finding out about her being in her uncle’s band, let alone the illegal performance she just participated in.


There was one large grey bin used for garbage bags and cardboard that had wheels on it, and she managed to roll it away from the wall a bit and slip behind it. She managed to hide her legs under it, though because of their length she couldn’t fully extend them or she’d give herself away immediately. She couldn’t see the person that came in, but she still could tell by their panting breath, the squeak of their shoes and their pausing in the middle of the room that they were looking for her. Evangeline’s heart was pounding from the rush of that performance and then her quick getaway, but she wasn’t at all panicked. She just kept her breathing quiet as she waited, hoping that the security guard or whoever would lose interest and go off to check another section of the shopping center.



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[johnny von matterhorn]

`Johnny Von Matterhorn connected well with all people, but rarely opened up to them. He was a great listener; he always listened to others’ problems and offered them advice, occasionally. But when asked about himself, he switched to some other topic and got away with it every single time. There was only one person who saw what Johnny did, who knew Johnny better than anyone in the whole world. It was his sister, Stacy Matterhorn. His sister guided him through times; she stayed with him through very difficult times in his life. She was the reason his life was better now, and she was the reason he is a social butterfly as of now. He was grateful every second of his life to Stacy.

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`With days to go until Green Day’s live album Awesome as Fuck was released, Johnny had pre-ordered the DVD and also downloaded it on iTunes for extra bonus tracks. He made a list of things he urgently needed in his life. Awesome As Fuck topped the list, obviously, and then came a Porsche 911. He also had to buy some clothes, some shoes and accessories. Life would be right on track if he’d gotten all the things he wanted, and he was all set to getting life on track. It was about time he moved on about the incident. He sat on the edge of his bed in room 127 Juniper Residence Hall, going through his e-mail on his new iPhone 4. He read a mail from one of his old friends back in Santa Barbara. It was from Alex Morgan, a brother from another mother, metaphorically. The e mail said that Alex was coming to Ehu Island. Heck, he was coming to Brouscher Academy! Alex and Johnny were pretty tight, but then again, no one knew Johnny better than his sister. That e-mail made his day, and Johnny was full of excitement. He was ready to go out tonight, to kick out every light.

`He quickly showered for fifteen minutes, dried himself and got into a light purple shirt, a pair of khaki slacks and white sneakers. He looked into the mirror, took a deep breath of confidence and turned around, looking for his watch and phone. He slapped the silver wrist watch on his left wrist, pocketed his iPhone and headed out of the room, grabbing a brown leather jacket on his way out. He didn’t know much about the town. On stepping outside the Academy, he spotted a bus about fifty meters away. He broke into a sprint and ran towards the bus that had stopped for a few seconds that gave him some advantage. He managed to hop aboard in the nick of time. He bought a ticket to Kolohe Centera. Little did he know that there was public transportation in Ehu. After about a half hour, Johnny was inside the Kolohe Centera, a shopping mall filled with some elders, surprisingly, and also some teens. Many, many, many stores filled the mall and the iStore caught Johnny’s attention. He had to get the Mac Air, one of the many things on his list. He was halfway down to the store when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a stage being set up with Marshall amplifiers and mikes.

`Word around was that there was a music performance to take place the upcoming weekend. An old timer band, they said, would play to entertain some senior citizens of Ehu Island. Johnny didn’t believe it until he saw it now. Ehu Island was indeed one hell of a place. He was beginning to like it; it gave him more and more opportunities to cause some trouble. Three guys, a bassist, a drummer and a guitarist took positions, connecting their guitars into amplifiers and whatnot. A girl, probably seventeen years old, took front and center, setting up a mic. She seemed very familiar. Had he seen her before somewhere? Probably in Bouscher Academy? He wasn’t sure. There were a lot of ways to find out. “1,2,3,4!” The girl began with four quarter notes, signaling the start. The spears blared the next second with fast paced guitar riffs and words. Johnny walked towards the stage, taking his iPhone out. You had to have some balls to pull that kind of stunt in front of many people. A lot of teenagers joined in the fast paced song, although they couldn’t make some of the words.

`Johnny looked around whilst capturing a video of the band’s performance for his own fun. A crew of security guards was being pulled together. The guards glared at each other. Confusion filled their own air while the band attracted a lot of teens towards the stage. The guards sure as hell could not interrupt the band on stage, for they were covered with a lot of… people who fancied the fast tempo music. It didn’t take a mind reader or a psychic to know what the guards had on their minds. What the hell was going on? Was their question and they were getting ready, making a beeline to trap the band and get them down. Paul Blart the mall cop would’ve done it better, Johnny thought, as he recorded the video. A part of the song was sung by the lead singer with added intensity, or feeling, or whatever you may call it. Presumably the favorite part of the song, she lines went something like

”Do you wanna get to know me?
Do you wanna learn to get inside my head?
Do you wanna get to touch me?
‘Cause now my ex is officially dead!
I don’t la-la-la-la-la-like you.
I la-la-la-la-la-la-love you.
I used to ha-ha-ha-ha-hate you.
But now I really fuckin’ love you!”

`Johnny chuckled softly as the f-bomb dropped by her shocked a lot of senior audiences in the crowd. But his chuckle soon ended. He admired the girl a lot, and he confessed he was a fan of her now. The security cursed as they heard the f-bomb, and a few immature teenagers cheered. Johnny was definitely going to talk to her after the show. The crowd went nuts as the band neared the end of the song; the security team braced themselves, took positions and waited. The lead singer chick gave her send-off into the microphone, “Thank you, guys. We’re the pretty reckless, look for out posters. Goodnight!” The band members were done unplugging their instruments, and they made a break for it. As quickly as possible, the four of them jumped off the stage and the crowd parted as quickly as they could to make room for the four darting band members. All the security members around were making a b-line for them. Johnny recorded only half of the escaping part. He quickly put his phone inside his pocket and looked around wisely for the singer.

`The band members split in different directions. Johnny didn’t bother looking for others. His mind was set on the girl. It was obvious she was the master mind behind it all. Despite her skimpy outfit, she ran for the service doors with Johnny on her heels. She had no idea she was being followed by Johnny. He didn’t shout, fearing he’d give away her location and she’d blame him for getting caught. The girl threw herself through the swinging doors in front of her, and once she ran down a short, narrow hallway, she came upon an open area where there were a few recycling and garbage bins lined against the walls. Johnny followed into the room, only to find no traces of the girl. No chance, he thought, she has to be here somewhere. He knew he’d find her. He was very observant, and he’d know someone hiding. There was one large grey bin used for garbage bags and cardboard that had wheels on it and it was clearly out of it’s place, although it was very difficult for him to see initially.

`Johnny cleared his throat and got ready with his Australian accent. He took out his phone and spoke into it, feigning every moment. “Brubaker Fancypox,” he said, as if that were his name. The Australian accent made it sound much weirder. “Why, yes, I actually found a band… Yeah, a four-piece band. In the mall… Yeah, but you know wha, mate? I think the singer alone can do much better. Yeah, oh right. Yes, but there is one problem, Jerry… I’ve lost her… Calm down, Jer. Wha? What do you mean I’m fired, mate? Cut me some slack! Oy, come on! Goddamn it!” Johnny kept his phone back inside. He started kicking things around in the room with frustration. He walked towards the large grey bin and leaned against it, causing it to move a bit away. The skimpily dressed girl was behind it, as he suspected, crouched. Surprisingly, she was pretty relaxed. She didn’t fear anything. Johnny looked at the girl for a few seconds, extended his hand out to her, introducing himself, “My name is Brubaker Fancypox. I used to work as a talent agent until a few seconds ago…”

`Johnny had reasons for messing with her. He felt some kind of connection, as strange as it may sound. He felt that this whole stunt was staged for him to see her. He felt that maybe she was sending a message, he felt as if he were being challenged by this girl he saw as pretty. And he had accepted the challenge. It was on.

[evangeline maybell hopkins]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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It didn’t take much effort to keep her breathing rate as low as possible to avoid detection, and she kept still, squishing herself against the wall and keeping her legs still underneath the large grey bin. Hopefully this would be enough to keep the security guards from finding her; the bunch of them, according to her band mate, weren’t exactly the brightest bunch anyway, at least towards something like this, which was probably the closest thing kolohe centera had to an actual emergency. There was still somebody here in the room, and she then heard some other kind of sound that wasn’t his shoes against the cement. A slight click, and while her usual case of overwhelming curiosity was coming to light, she knew she had to suppress the urge to glance over the side of the bin and see what exactly the person was doing, otherwise she was guaranteed to get caught. Then she heard a voice, with a kind of professional bravado, and an odd-sounding Australian accent. “Brubaker Fancypox. “Why, yes, I actually found a band… Yeah, a four-piece band. In the mall… Yeah, but you know wha, mate? I think the singer alone can do much better. Yeah, oh right. Yes, but there is one problem, Jerry… I’ve lost her… Calm down, Jer. Wha? What do you mean I’m fired, mate? Cut me some slack! Oy, come on! Goddamn it!”

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If the ridiculous name didn’t already give it away, then this entire little speech on what she assumed was his cell phone was enough. She smirked, and stifled a very small bit of laughter that threatened to bubble up. Before she knew it, the recycling bin that she was hiding behind was moved away slightly from the wall, and she was thankful that her legs had been tucked close to her and had been kept away from the two black plastic wheels. She glanced up and came face to face with a younger boy, around the same age as her she assumed, with brown hair and mischievous eyes. After he spoke to her directly, saying, “My name is Brubaker Fancypox. I used to work as a talent agent until a few seconds ago…”[/b][/color], even Evangeline, sultan of stifled emotions, couldn’t help but display a small smirk, and it was clear that she was quite humoured by this guy’s little charade. She took his hand that he’d extended to her, but didn’t shake it right away, instead used it to hoist herself back up, slowly due to the outfit she was wearing, and once she was in a standing position she actually took to shaking his hand.


”And I’m Evangeline Hopkins. I must admire your talent at fake phone conversations, must help with having such an unfortunate name.”[/b] she said to him, partially going along with him and partially making it clear that while this entire scenario was pure crock, it was still quite amusing. Letting go of his hand, she brushed off her short outfit and thigh-high stockings to rid herself of dust that had been collected behind and under that bin. Clearly, even though it had wheels, it had remained stationary against that wall for quite some time. ”I may have been partially fooled though, I’ll admit, is the accent real?”[/b] she asked him. Even though she was now attending a school where there were many theatre students, unless it was incredibly obvious, she couldn’t tell the difference between a fake accent and a real one.


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[johnny von matterhorn]

`Johnny had staged one of his shenanigans and was discontent with the results. Before she knew it, the recycling bin that she was hiding behind was moved away slightly from the wall. She glanced up and came face to face with Johnny, who would normally have a ‘mission accomplished’ grin, but this time, he extended his hand out to her, his face straight, almost grim. A thin sheet of seriousness covered his mischievous eyes at the moment as he introduced himself as Brubaker Fancypox. While rehearsing for an act with this name, he remembered laughing so hard. He was pretty impressed with himself for holding back his laughter. He would’ve done pretty well if he’d thought of a minor in theatre. The name clearly give it away, and Johnny knew exactly how he had to deal with the situation. He wouldn’t give up, because there was a chance – the girl was unsure about his accent. “My name is Brubaker Fancypox. I used to work as a talent agent until a few seconds ago…” he had introduced himself. She displayed a small smirk on her rebellious face. She’s A Rebel by Green Day played inside Johnny’s mind as he examined the girl in her skimpy, short outfit. She held on to his hand, only to hoist herself up on her feet, slowly because of the outfit she was wearing.

”And I’m Evangeline Hopkins. I must admire your talent at fake phone conversations, must help with having such an unfortunate name.” Okay. So she saw it. Even Johnny had the idea that the lines sounded like those from a bad clichéd movie about La La Land. That didn’t make him quit, not by a long shot. Maybe the name wasn’t a good idea. It was time for a new name and he knew exactly how to derive a new, truer name. Johnny didn’t talk anymore; he just made up random names in his mind, mixing first and last names of different characters from TV shows. He thought of Marshall Mosby, Ted Erikson and Barney Scherbatsky. He choice none from those and had prepared the name in his mind. Letting go of his hand, she brushed off her short outfit and thigh-high stockings to rid herself of dust that had been collected behind and under that bin. ”I may have been partially fooled though, I’ll admit, is the accent real?” she asked him. Evangeline Hopkins seemed like such a rebel and a very good competition to Johnny but as he heard her spoke using the words ‘admire’, ’unfortunate’, ‘partial’ he changed his mind. He wasn’t going to mess with someone weaker, someone non-American.

“All right, Evangeline. Can I call you Eva?” The Australian accent asked, waited for a few seconds and then carried on, “My name is not Brubaker Fancypox, all right, you got me. My name is Daryl Walsh. I am from Perth. And let me be frank now, I’m disappointed. I thought you were the perfect American rebel but look at you, using all those big arse words. I really liked your band back out there; you guys did some nice stuff. And you’re still knockin’ me out with those American thighs!” Damn, he was good. AC/DC’s lyrics finally came into one of his improv scripts. He loved making references, of all sorts. He hoped she bought his story, and she mostly did. Johnny waited for her to say something; he put his hands into his jeans pockets and looked closely at the girl. Oh, show me something better, honey, Johnny thought, Please, and I’ll love you forever!

[evangeline maybell hopkins]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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This guy was... entertaining. Definitely entertaining. Even though all of the things she knew about him were completely fake, he still seemed to be intriguing her. While she was a student at Bouscher academy, she wasn’t actually looking for any kind of career in the music business. She aspired to become a doctor and own her own practice some day in the future, and being here was just a way to kill time. Because of her constant studying ever since she was old enough to read, she had a killer instinct and was extremely observant. That was why, when she was now watching this guy, she knew perfectly well that he was getting a rise out of this seemingly random encounter, and he was probably going to continue playing a role in order to get her to go along with it, thus increasing his amusement. If he went to the same school as her, perhaps he was a theatre student, and got a kick out of doing this on a regular basis. Still, she stood in front of him, listening as he corrected his original persona and went on to create another one.


“All right, Evangeline. Can I call you Eva?”

[/b][/color] he asked her, and she merely shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t really a big fan of people shortening her name, but when she had such a long name, what did she really expect people to do? Not like she could stop him anyway. At least there were a few people she knew who didn’t get into the habit of using a nickname for her. “My name is not Brubaker Fancypox, all right, you got me. My name is Daryl Walsh. I am from Perth. And let me be frank now, I’m disappointed. I thought you were the perfect American rebel but look at you, using all those big arse words. I really liked your band back out there; you guys did some nice stuff. And you’re still knockin’ me out with those American thighs!”[/b][/color] Once she heard this, she smirked once again (two in a row was rare for her, this guy should be pretty proud of himself). Having learned to be observant in order to diagnose physical symptoms of people in the future, she mentally collected details that showed her that he was lying. For one, the prepared AC/DC reference that, yes, she caught quite quickly. Also, the way he was smiling at her, his eyebrows were a bit higher than they would be if he was completely relaxed and not in the process of fabricating information. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, it was clear that she was still in good humour, and was enjoying this back-and-forth dialogue with this guy and wasn’t looking to cut it short anytime soon, like she would be with a lot of other people. ”Well, I must admire your great taste in music,”[/b] she began to tell him. ”And I do apologize if I’m not in possession of broken English like most mentally blemished teenagers around my age, but I doubt that most of them spend their time running away from security guards for commandeering a mall stage for an impromptu concert, so I’m sure I have a leg-up on most of them, rebel wise.”[/b]


This guy was intriguing, but she thought that it might be nice to get at least some genuine information out of him. Though this witty banter they were exchanging back and forth was quite fun, and it was clear that he had met his match, and it would take a lot to fool her. She wasn’t really being a buzz kill, she was just going along with what he said and volleying it back to him. ”The way I see it, with my rebellious qualities, long legs and my high I.Q., I’ve got the whole package, best of both worlds!”[/b] she told him, a bit of a bigger smirk on her face as she teased him, pretending to have a bit of an ego. And she continued to ask, ”And by the way, what’s your real name?”[/b]

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[johnny von matterhorn]

`All right, so he blew it first time. Brubaker Fancypox; it wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out, but normal high school girls would totally have bought it. Then again, Johnny was a fan of stereotypes although he kept it inside his mind. So Evangeline Hopkins, a girl he’d never forget, had figured out his silly antics. Wow, that’s cool, Johnny thought, Tying things up a notch, eh? Johnny refused to lose his cool, because that’s who he was. He tried to make every scenario into a witty comic movie, and rarely failed. This was probably one of those rare moments, very rare indeed. Johnny went ahead to create another name, this time it was more realistic and much better than the last one. Daryl Walsh was his new personality, an Australian tourist. “All right, Evangeline. Can I call you Eva?” he asked her, and she merely shrugged her shoulders. It was more like a typical high school cheerleader’s ‘Whatever’ shrug that Johnny did not fancy. He re-introduced himself as Daryl Walsh from Perth. What was Perth again? He slightly lost his confidence before reaching the end of his dialog. He was truly disappointed as the girl used a lot of good words. He thought she was just another typical high school girl he could easily mindfuck.

`As soon as he finished his long statement, a smirk broke out on the singer’s face again. She crossed her arms across her chest, listening intently to his cock and bull story. ”Well, I must admire your great taste in music,” she began to tell him. ”And I do apologize if I’m not in possession of broken English like most mentally blemished teenagers around my age, but I doubt that most of them spend their time running away from security guards for commandeering a mall stage for an impromptu concert, so I’m sure I have a leg-up on most of them, rebel wise.” So far so good. She no longer disappointed Johnny; she was asking for it. Mentally blemished? That’s correct though, no one would spend their time running away from security guards for ‘commandeering a mall stage for an impromptu concert’. Was she British? She didn’t sound like it. Whatever happened to good old American! Johnny didn’t speak, again. He observed her keenly this time. Oh, you, thought Johnny, what do you have in store for me? Can’t wait. He’d call her ‘last of the American girls’ after a Green Day track, but then again, he doubted if she was American. ”The way I see it, with my rebellious qualities, long legs and my high I.Q., I’ve got the whole package, best of both worlds!” she told him, a bit of a bigger smirk on her face as she teased him, pretending to have a bit of an ego. And she continued to ask, ”And by the way, what’s your real name?”

`Goddamn it, Johnny thought, taking a few steps back, surrendering from this little charade. What gave away? What gave away? He asked himself a lot of times. It was probably because he lost his confidence back then, and he was certain she caught him lying because of his some expressional mumbo jumbo. He’d gotten used to this stuff back in Santa Barbara when he used to hang out with his Bro, Alex Morgan, whose Dad was a psychologist or something. Johnny was always caught by Mr. Morgan when he lied, and Mr. Morgan taught him the tricks of the trade, and also how to say the truth and appear that you’re totally lying. Get a load of this, little lady, Johnny thought to himself, and hoped it would work. “All right, you win, Evs,” Johnny said, dropping the Australian accent; he was pure American now. He was a fan of adding an a ‘s’ to a person’s nickname, but not that often. Evs didn’t sound that lame at all. He spoke again, this time, he made no eye contact whatsoever and drew his hand up to his face, as if he were scratching his nose, “You deserve to know about me. My name is Johnny Von Matterhorn, originally from Santa Barbara. I go to that fancy boarding school, what’s it called, Bouscher?” He scanned her from top to bottom and after a few seconds he spoke again, “So, the mall cops won’t be looking for you here. Do you think it would be totally weird if we went at it here?” It was just another of his little tricks, and he admitted having been carried away by her outfit.

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It seemed that this guy in front of her was enjoying the witty banter just as much as she was. She began to wonder if she should start lying about various details of her own life, and she might just try that tactic out, but not quite yet. For now, she would probably have to continue to tear apart this guy’s testimony. It was a shame that her father wanted her brother to go into law; she’d probably do a good job at tearing suspects apart on the stand. For now, it seemed that he was still being amused their conversation, though he looked a little disappointed when she figured out, all too quickly, that he was using another fake name. It amused her further, and she was far from bored with this guy, and hoped that she wouldn’t end up disappointing him enough to make him leave. She didn’t get intrigued with social interaction all that often, so this was a pleasant surprise for her. And she got the feeling that it was far from over, which she was glad about.


Soon, the guy said, “All right, you win, Evs.”

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And his next question came when his eyes moved their way back up to her face. “So, the mall cops won’t be looking for you here. Do you think it would be totally weird if we went at it here?”[/b][/color] Again she allowed herself to smirk, and with that winning look in her eyes, she decided that she might as well tell him what she knew. ”Well, then it’s very nice to meet you, Johnny. And I happen to go to Bouscher as well; I’m in the music program.”[/b] she began, using the name to show him that she knew he had been telling the truth this time. And with her smirk widening, but only a slight bit, she continued to say, ”And... well, I’d probably be walking out of here and facing the “ferocity” of mall security if I didn’t already know that you were bullshitting that last part.”[/b] He could try and convince her that he wasn’t kidding if he was determined enough to, but he may be able to tell from the look in her eyes, she wasn’t buying it. It was a nice trick; she might’ve believed him given different circumstances. This was a fun game, she was more than intrigued at this point; she was downright interested. ”Do hope you were right about the mall cops not coming to look in here though, I really don’t feel like hiding behind that bin until this place closes.”[/b]

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Johnny had surrendered; he had given up the Australian accent, the fake name and everything. He had also figured that Evangeline here was figuring out his lies based on symptoms, so clearly, he wasn’t good today and he needed to practice. A thought struck Johnny when he figured that Eva’s system of lie detecting was based on expressions, and since he used to hang out with a guy whose dad was a human lie detector, he knew how to fake lying. So he introduced himself with his real name, maintaining no eye contact whatsoever and drawing his hand up to his face. These were the universal symbols that a person was lying and if Eva was a real genius, she’d probably not go into theories based on mere common sense. If Johnny failed in the music industry, he’d probably study criminology and start a private detective agency, hoping to employ Alex Morgan and Eva Hopkins. Uncrossing her arms, she observed him head on and as he spoke, her smirk reached her face. So she’d figured it out again. This was so not his day.

She wiped the smirk away from her face, but just for the moment. And his next question came when his eyes moved their way back up to her face. “So, the mall cops won’t be looking for you here. Do you think it would be totally weird if we went at it here?” Again she allowed herself to smirk. ”Well, then it’s very nice to meet you, Johnny. And I happen to go to Bouscher as well; I’m in the music program.” she began, and with her smirk widening but only a slight bit, she continued to say, ”And... well, I’d probably be walking out of here and facing the “ferocity” of mall security if I didn’t already know that you were bullshitting that last part.” Even though eidetic tonal memory was not part of Johnny’s ‘gift’, he tried to rewind what Eva said, her weird choice of words very unlike from those of other mentally blemished teenagers. Johnny recalled his name being said. She was incredibly smart, Johnny concluded. But more than that, she was probably a natural. Her actions a few minutes ago and the way she talked now gave her a label of ‘I don’t take shit from anyone’. Johnny’s eyebrows narrowed as he heard the word ‘ferocity’ and he couldn’t believe she just turned him down.

“Oh, no,” Johnny said, calm as a cucumber, “I’m not bullshitting about the last part. I’m surprised you didn’t say ‘latter’ back there. It’s not that weird; I’m a hot guy and you’re a hot girl. Together we can work something out. And I tipped the security that you went some place else, so we’re free now. If we have to hang out here all day, eventually we will go at it. And again, it’s not that weird because, listen… I dated this goth girl back in Santa Barbara last year and guess what? She wanted to do it in a coffin.” He was totally bullshitting about the last part. Hell, he was bullshitting in all parts, but this time, he was not the same, under confident amateur. He looked like a real professional, calm and collective. “But we didn’t do it inside; we did it atop a coffin. It wasn’t even a real coffin, though. There was this fantasy vampire coven thing. That really blew my mind. Vampire lesbians everywhere, biting each other and stuff, y’know.” This connection he felt with Eva, the troublemaker connection – it wasn’t so bad after all. He was all up for messing with her for a few weeks now.


”Do hope you were right about the mall cops not coming to look in here though, I really don’t feel like hiding behind that bin until this place closes.” Eva said. Of course, who would like to hide behind a garbage bin for a whole night? But, wasn’t it an exception with a good looking, fellow troublemaker. Johnny’s hands ransacked his pockets and a second later, his iPhone was in his right hand and he was checking if there were any texts. “I’m right,” Johnny said, without looking up, “Trust me.” Johnny had the thirst of increasing his contact list in his phone; he’d ask people to put their number whenever he met someone new. “Hey, Eva,” Johnny called out, handing his iPhone to her, “Put your name, cell phone number and stuff in there, and get ready to be photographed. Now, here’s what I will do if you don’t completely freak out, call me a rapist and get out: I will take a picture of you, and then I will kindly ask your permission if we could take a picture together, y’know, cheek to cheek, like most of the “blemished” people would do. How’s that sound?”

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Evangeline would admit, though only to herself, she was having a lot of fun talking to Johnny here. Whether his well-constructed lies and her sledgehammer of observation were bringing her any kinds of feelings such as empowerment was a completely unrelated to that. She doubted she’d ever been this amused with somebody aside from her uncle Ben. Ever since she was a little kid, her uncle could make her laugh and smile like nobody else could, and he got her to laugh at the most ridiculous stuff. Even his presence managed to draw a smile out of her from time to time. She got the feeling that this guy might be the same kind of person that her uncle was. He still seemed to have some determination about him, and he went on to say, “Oh, no. I’m not bullshitting about the last part. I’m surprised you didn’t say ‘latter’ back there.” At this point, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It was true, her vocabulary was a bit advanced for her years, though she was still a teenager and, to her dismay, not perfect. But he’d certainly called her on her little bad habit, and she gave him credit for that.


He continued to say, ”It’s not that weird; I’m a hot guy and you’re a hot girl. Together we can work something out. And I tipped the security that you went someplace else, so we’re free now. If we have to hang out here all day, eventually we will go at it.” With a hand on her hip, her eyebrows raised slightly as she looked at him, still amused, as if to say, ‘Oh really now?’. He certainly had quite a bit of confidence about him. It was only then that she’d been so busy throwing conversational curveballs that she’d never gotten a chance to actually take a good look at him. Since she’d been facing him the entire time, she didn’t make it obvious. He seemed good looking enough, not that she’d ever actually taken the time to judge a person on their appearance (with the exception of her friend Dimitri, but she hadn’t been able to help it in that case). Johnny continued by saying, ” And again, it’s not that weird because, listen… I dated this Goth girl back in Santa Barbara last year and guess what? She wanted to do it in a coffin.”


Here, Evangeline couldn’t help but laugh. Clearly now he was bullshitting, but for the purposes of humour. She didn’t believe a word he was saying, obviously, but why be a killjoy and ruin the fun? She didn’t have any real reason to call him out on this one, so she just let it ride, listening to what else he would be coming up with. ” But we didn’t do it inside; we did it atop a coffin. It wasn’t even a real coffin, though. There was this fantasy vampire coven thing. That really blew my mind. Vampire lesbians everywhere, biting each other and stuff, y’know.” She laughed a bit more, not breaking out into a full smile, but clearly she was still quite amused. Then she watched him as he pulled out his iPhone randomly, and started typing away on it. She hoped that this conversation wasn’t over and he wasn’t deciding to keep this up until she left, but while he kept typing away, he reassured her once again that they were safe here from mall security. As she moved to brush some dust away from her stockings once again, she also hoped that he wasn’t applying that he thought she was a goth. She’d gotten that one multiple times before, and within reason, but she was far from the goth type. She did usually wear a lot of dark eye make-up, and her clothes were usually on the darker side too, but she wasn’t one to fall into a crowd like that. Besides, the little number she had on now was white with gold metallic accents, so she doubted she looked all that goth dressed like this.


Once he was finished typing away at his iPhone, he extended the device to her, saying, ”Hey, eva, Put your name, cell phone number and stuff in there, and get ready to be photographed. Now, here’s what I will do if you don’t completely freak out, call me a rapist and get out: I will take a picture of you, and then I will kindly ask your permission if we could take a picture together, y’know, cheek to cheek, like most of the “blemished” people would do. How’s that sound?” She had to chuckle again at his general sense of humour, and while she’d normally never give out her personal information that easily, nor let another person take a picture of her, she felt like it couldn’t hurt to make an exception for this guy. She rolled her eyes, the smirk still on her face, and answering in her usual monotone voice, she said, ”Alright, might as well.”

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For a girl dressed really skimpy, Evangeline here was surprisingly smart. She was not your average high school American girl; she was more than that. She was the mixture of a rebel and a smartass, the kind that nobody would ever want to mess around, except, of course, fellow smartasses. She managed to figure out all of his self-constructed lies. Johnny was totally disappointed because he was unable to get her at least once, and as of now, that was his short-term goal in his life. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. Although he saw it as some sort of bizarre competition, he kind of actually took a liking towards Evangeline. It was very rare to find a girl of such a strange, yet powerful combination. He still seemed to have some determination about him, and he went on to say, “Oh, no. I’m not bullshitting about the last part. I’m surprised you didn’t say ‘latter’ back there.” At this point, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. Johnny forced a sly smile on his face as he saw Eva break into a short chuckle.

He continued to say, ”It’s not that weird; I’m a hot guy and you’re a hot girl. Together we can work something out. And I tipped the security that you went someplace else, so we’re free now. If we have to hang out here all day, eventually we will go at it.” With a hand on her hip, her eyebrows raised slightly as she looked at him, still amused. Johnny continued by saying, ” And again, it’s not that weird because, listen… I dated this Goth girl back in Santa Barbara last year and guess what? She wanted to do it in a coffin.” This story he cooked up just about a few seconds ago didn’t seem so bad, or false. There were girls who probably wanted to do that… in a coffin, or maybe he had been watching too much of American television once again. Could you blame him?

Here, Evangeline couldn’t help but laugh. Clearly now he was bullshitting, but for the purposes of humour. ” But we didn’t do it inside; we did it atop a coffin. It wasn’t even a real coffin, though. There was this fantasy vampire coven thing. That really blew my mind. Vampire lesbians everywhere, biting each other and stuff, y’know.” She laughed a bit more, not breaking out into a full smile, but clearly she was still quite amused. Then she watched him as he pulled out his iPhone randomly, and started typing away on it. While he kept typing away, he reassured her once again that they were safe here from mall security. Johnny observed her as she moved to brush some dust away from her stockings once again, and quickly looked back into his iPhone. Although he didn’t completely believe that she was some sort of Goth, he thought that there were chances, and he knew exactly how to find out, whilst mocking the Goth culture. It was a win-win situation he very much liked to try it out. The dark make-up and the kind of clothes she wore sort of gave into the Goth culture, and her voice while she sang also suggested 1/16th Goth.

Once he was finished typing away at his iPhone, he extended the device to her, saying, ”Hey, eva, Put your name, cell phone number and stuff in there, and get ready to be photographed. Now, here’s what I will do if you don’t completely freak out, call me a rapist and get out: I will take a picture of you, and then I will kindly ask your permission if we could take a picture together, y’know, cheek to cheek, like most of the “blemished” people would do. How’s that sound?” She had to chuckle again. Johnny said nothing, but thought to himself, I’m glad I make you laugh. She rolled her eyes, the smirk still on her face, and answering in her usual monotone voice, she said, ”Alright, might as well.” Taking his phone, she punched in her name (her full name, not the nickname that he’d given her), as well as her cell phone number. Then when she handed the phone back to him, she stepped back a little so he’d be able to take the picture, a very small smile on her face in order to accommodate him. Meanwhile, Johnny was checking his phone and wondered if she’d given a wrong number just to mess with him. He sighed as he read her full name Evangeline Hopkins.

Johnny saw her roll her eyes, a smirk sitting on her face as she said in her usual monotone voice, “Alright, might as well.” Johnny was surprised. What was up with this attitude? Do I smell Goth? Johnny thought to himself. His eyebrows narrowed; why did she sound so reluctant? “What?” Johnny asked, a tone of genuine shock in his voice, “You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing. Do you not like photos, Ev? I won’t take no for an answer.” He cleared his throat loudly and his mind acted quickly: he was going to fake Austin Powers’s accent now. British spy Austin Powers was also a photographer, so Johnny had his moment now and he was going to seize it. With a touch of his finger, he tilted the iPhone, holding it vertically so as to get Evangeline’s perfect picture. “That smile, baby,” Johnny said, executing perfectly a British accent, “Come on, lady! Work with me now. Arrgh, give me some sexiness, yeah! Unleash the beast back on stage! Roar!” After a weird noise or two, he took a few pictures; he then walked a step back, and took another picture. “All right, now,” Johnny said, American again, “How about we discuss some fresh to death nicknames for you over ice cream?”