vanillajello: (Lazing about.)
Kate Gregson ([personal profile] vanillajello) wrote2010-09-27 01:50 pm

Room 324, Monday Afternoon

After the arrest and everything, yesterday had continued to be just as moodswingy a day as many of the others before it. On one hand, her video had gained more than 250,000 hits in a single day, and Lynda had invited her to the Crossroads art shindig this Friday. On the other, she and her brother had had to listen to their parents fighting for like two hours in the evening. That always made her feel like an orphan. It sucked.

As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.

She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.

Home sweet home, or something.

[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
longislandiceme: (smirk)

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2010-09-27 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eeeeexcellent," Bobby grinned. "Although if this means you start getting calls from desperate fanboys, I'm not screening your calls," he warned her.
longislandiceme: (dorkface)

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2010-09-28 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Without all the dangerous parts," Bobby felt compelled to point out.

Kate so got the better deal.
longislandiceme: (thinking)

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2010-09-28 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does the horse have a name?" Bobby mused, because he thought about important things like that.