Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-09-27 01:50 pm
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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.]
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.]
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Which was probably too avoidy to make her sound believable. Oh well. She honestly didn't think this should've hit her any harder than any of the other times things had crumbled down around her.
But of course it had.
[Making this an early one omg. Night!]
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[NIGHT!]
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Well, he'd asked about her father so it was only logical to ask about the other parent.
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Bod knew it was an understatement and it meant little coming from someone not going through it but he felt compelled to say something.
"You're angry with her."
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"I'm not really talking to her at the moment."
Which was to say that yes, Kate was angry with her. And disappointed. And also felt generally betrayed and hurt, just as a nice added bonus.
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Bod was trying to see all sides of the issue even if he really just should have been on Kate's side. It was difficult to remember the boyfriend duties when his logical mind was so loud.
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"Sure, Bod," she drawled. "Maybe we just didn't deserve to know."
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Bod shrugged and would probably later rethink trying to be helpful like this.
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Shouln't have trusted, shouldn't have believed.
She looked up at the ceiling, still frowning. "I don't care. She should've told us."
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"I don't need to know why," she told the ceiling. "What's done is done."
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"Wanna know how we found out? We went ice skating Thursday night, and that woman followed us to the ice skating rink, and announced her love for Buck over the fucking sound system."
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"I'm sorry for that," he said sincerely. "I just think it does matter, that she didn't set out to hurt you or your father or your brother. Do you really think she'd think of herself first? Before her family?"
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She pushed herself up on her elbows some, nails digging into her sheets. "God, could you please just be on my side for two fucking seconds?"
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"I'm trying to have a logical conversation with you based on the facts I have," he added. "I haven't degraded your point of view at all."
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She pushed herself all the way up to a sitting position, now. "I don't need any fucking logic, okay? My mom's crazy. I thought she was better but she's not. So excuse me if I'm not exactly in the mood for being logical."
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