Siarra curled a little tighter. "Like what? What could we possibly do that's worth doing?" She asked somewhat bitterly.
Jasper sighed. "Whatever you want. I don't know." He laid down, being careful not to get close to her this time. "We could go out and... I don't know... shop? That's what girls are into, right?"
"If I went shopping it'd be for drugs and po.rn." Siarra muttered, not really serious. She didn't want to go shopping. she hated the girly shopping. "I don't know this twon, Jasper. I don't know what there is to do around here, or what's any good. I'm not the person to choose anything, IF I were to agree to going out."
"Drugs and p.orn, huh? Classy." Jasper chewed on his lip as he stared up at the ceiling. "Well, if you were in some other town that you actually knew, what would you normally do? Besides be all... depressed..."
"Nothing. I know no towns well enough." Siarra said honestly. "Just suggest something you enjoy and I'll knock it or accept it."
"Something I enjoy..." What on earth did he enjoy? Hanging out with friends, and eating ice cream. Both of which she definitely wouldn't do. "Stuff you'd hate."
Siarra sighed deeply. "I like pizza, and scary movies, and paintball, and even more-so airsoft."
Jasper slowly turned to look at her in awe. "You are officially my favorite person. Not even kidding. Most of my friends are girls, and you're the manliest of them all so far."
Siarra shot him a look. "that's not a complement." She warned. She knew she was into guy stuff, but she was still a girl. She still appreciated being treated and talked to like a girl, until she was actually out playing paintball or anything, that is.
"I wasn't going for a compliment," Jasper said with a shrug. "Just a statement. I'll still open doors and stuff for you, don't worry." As were his gentlemanly habits. "Still, airsoft sounds fun. Haven't done that in years..."
"I only did it a few times." Siarra told him. "I'm kind of picky about the airsoft fields, and I stopped trying out new ones after a while. Are there any good ones around here?"
"Um..." Jasper tried to think. "I know there's one around somewhere, but I forget what it's like. I don't know if you'd like it or not. If you don't like the one here, there's one in the next city that's pretty nice. Hour-long drive, though."
Siarra tensed up, shuddering. "No. No driving." She said firmly.
"Oh, right, sorry..." Well there went that plan. Jasper hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder, hating the fact that he sucked at comforting girls. "We don't have to drive anywhere if you don't want to, don't worry."
Siarra looked away. "I heard your dad explaining what happened..." She mumbled. "Did he mention that the family I was with was trying to adopt me?"
Jasper moved hand up to carefully play with her hair, shaking his head. "No. He didn't. And I'm sorry."
Siarra sighed deeply. "So you can understand why it's so out of the question to have me in a car, right? I mean, because if not I'm gonna send you off in an accident, let you get run through by a sign post, and watch the people you might actually care about dead or dying, not knowing whether or not you'll live or why the pain hasn't made you pass out..."
"Yes, yes, I get it..." Jasper said quickly, pulling his hand away and letting his eyes close. "No cars. I will never have you ride in a car, okay? Promise."
Siarra shook her head. "Just no cars, and no more talking about it." She mumbled. "Airsoft would be fun, but I'd prefer to have a good gun for it and...well...I wasn't allowed to keep the two favorites I had when I was able to play..."
"Well then, we can buy more. To keep, this time." Jasper finally sat up with a sigh. "Or I have a friend who has tons. He's definitely let you borrow a few till you get your own."