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One of the things she'd always liked to spy on was the teenagers in love, or lust. Cause they tried so hard to sneak around, but at the same time they were so distracted by each other that they never noticed her. The drama and variety of what she got to see was an attraction, too.
This couple, the girl yelling at the boy about something she'd caught him doing, saying she never wanted to see him again: they'd been kissing and groping and panting two nights earlier, and a week before that holding hands and whispering that they'd be together for all time.
Those two, arms around one another and serene smiles on both faces, last night she'd seen the same girl with another boy, almost as happy; and three nights before that, the boy with another girl, though he'd looked tired and there'd been a note of quiet anger in that girl's voice.
Affinity heard a beeping sound and tensed; one of those sound-activated weapons, maybe, or a Weaver mind control device, she thought. The boy from the second couple took out a small machine and pressed a button on it; Affinity and the girl he was with both watched. His expression turned from happy to irritated in a flash.
Affinity thought, I knew it. Weaver mind-control device breaking up this happy couple -- her mind tangentially adding, even if they were just happy for tonight. It only deepened her conviction when she saw the boy disengage from the girl and walk over to a pay telephone nearby as the girl watched him longingly. It directed him to the other machine and away from the girl. Weaver tightens its hold on him.
The boy talked to the telephone, then returned to the girl, but the mood had changed. Now she was getting angry too. And Weaver's curse spreads.
(inspired by Brandon's suggestion for a story, quote: "Teen agnst? oh wait, theres enough teenagers writing about that. ummm... male/female relationships in this qoute techno age endqoute? or, something?" )