#the oc truther jude vs the oth truther lainey

[chillpills]

      “ ups and downs of high school basketball — wait, ” the space between her brows grew smaller as she shook her head. “ i thought that was the line the ginger spewed out in that twin peaks knockoff with the girl who literally played shelly ? ” riverdale. to be fair, she hadn’t seen that either, and judging by the absurdity of clips that somehow infiltrated her twitter feed, she had no desire to. seriously, how did it go from a show about a missing kid to musical numbers ?  “ um, actually, ” all she needed to do was hold up an index finger and push the imaginary bridge of non-existent glasses up to really amp up the rebuttal. “ i'm not uneducated, i just chose the superior show. the cohens and the coopers ran circles around the scotts. ” she pried her annihilated straw from her polished drink to sink into the fresh one, one sip and the thing was halfway gone already. “ was wholeheartedly convinced i'd find a seth cohen in high school, closest i ever got was my sophomore year lab partner. pretty sure i scared him off when he saw me hulk out in gym class once — and y'know i never got the whole anti-marissa train. i just think she was misunderstood. ” a shrug came before the oh-so dramatic scoff. “ do you have new york times app money ? shit's like ... ten dollars a month. i just snag a paper from the gas station, an owner perk. ” pen finally jotted the answer down before she slid the paper out of sight. “ thank you for treating me to lunch, by the way. god, whatever will i do to repay you ? ” sarcastic lilt as she cracked a smile.

"You're kidding, right?" Lainey asked, lowering herself into the chair opposite her cousin. She plopped the number tent in the middle of the table and slid a full glass of water over to Jude. "One Tree Hill? Lucas Scott?" she prompted, waiting to see if a lightbulb went off in Jude's head. "You fucking bitch, don't make me feel old about this!" Lainey said, laughing. "He wrote An Unkindness of Ravens about the ups and downs of high school basketball, or whatever the fuck the quote is," Lainey waved her hand. "Point is... it's a murder of crows. And you are woefully uneducated on early 2000s TV, so... get on that." Lainey propped a leg up in her chair, taking a sip of her water and peering over at Jude's still-unfinished crosswords. "There a reason you don't just use the New York Times games app like everyone else?"