vanillajello | Room 324, Monday Afternoon

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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.]

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She let out a frustrtaed sigh, keeping her hand over her eyes.

"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.

"Perhaps there was a...reason that she kept it from you and your family?"

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.

And that got him... about half of a frown and a look, as Kate turned her head some, her hand only covering one of her eyes.

"Sure, Bod," she drawled. "Maybe we just didn't deserve to know."

"I didn't mean it like that," Bod sighed, rubbing his face and shaking his head. "I meant, I don't know. Maybe she was embarrassed that she wasn't really all the way recovered? Maybe something else happened to her?"

Bod shrugged and would probably later rethink trying to be helpful like this.

They were all valid points, but Kate was not at all in the state of mind to accept them. It had just been too hard a blow, even if she was now telling herself that she should've seen it coming, should've known it would happen.

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."

"Are you going to give her a chance to explain?" Bod wondered quietly, looking down at her. "She didn't tell you when it happened and she should have, yes. Are you going to give her a chance to tell you why?"

Kate crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't need to know why," she told the ceiling. "What's done is done."

"She's your mother, Kate," Bod said gently, shaking his head. "You might not need to know why but you can't not talk to her forever. You don't think you'll be able to forgive her?"

"She's my mother, and a whole bunch of other people," Kate retorted, not even approaching gentle. "I'm not sure I have that kind of forgiveness."

"That's unfair," Bod said, frowning. "I really can't see your mother meaning to hurt you or the rest of your family just because of what she might be struggling with. I don't think she did it on purpose."

"Does that matter?" Kate asked, sharply. She turned to look at him again.

"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."

Bod winced but nodded. That sounded unfortunate and very, very public which probably only added to Kate's current mood.

"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?"

"Yes! Because everything's always about her!" Okay, so maybe Kate was kind of really losing it now. Too much. It was just too much, when she'd been bottling this all up since she'd come down from her high on Thursday night.

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?"

"I'm not on anybody's side," Bod said, maintaining his calm in spite of her getting angry. He'd half been expecting the explosion of emotion at some point.

"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."

"Well don't!" Kate knew she was being unfair by targeting her anger on him. She always knew when she was being unfair. She just couldn't bring herself to care about it.

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."

"Crazy or not, she's still your mother," Bod replied after she'd gotten her latest angry retort out of her system. He didn't think it'd be the last, though.

"And I'm sorry she's not better both for you and for her," he added after a moment. "You make it sound like you're just going to give up on your family, Kate."

"Well what if I am?" Kate asked, almost challenging. It didn't seem like such a bad idea. "I'm so fucking tired of all of it."

"I think you'll be making a mistake, if you are," Bod said honestly. "You're going to have instances where you need your family and not having one is the hardest thing in the world to realize."

He knew that all too well.

"And knowing you made that choice of your own free will is going to be even harder to deal with."

Kate couldn't exactly attack that with pure anger, so she just looked unaffected by his words. Or like she was putting up a near-emotionless facade again.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the stinging she could feel in them. "I so don't need this right now."

"Right," he mumbled, looking down and making to move off her bed. He'd seen that look before and it never stopped twisting his stomach. "I can go. I'm doing no good here."

"No, you're not," Kate agreed, tone unnecessarily harsh but maybe she was a little desperate. Having said that she looked down, and something in her expression softened, just a little bit.

And she muttered, "Just needed my fucking boyfriend."

Something about that sentence, for some reason, made Bod's calm waver enough that he stopped and turned back towards the bed and towards her, almost near glaring.

"And your boyfriend is here," he said quietly but sharply. "I'm sorry if I didn't do something that you expected of me but you're being unfair to me now, assuming that I'm not here for you. I am always here for you. Obviously, you want something else right now so I'm going to go."

Maybe it was unfair to get that from her statement but Bod thought he was allowed some unfairness.

It did seem unfair to her, and she looked up, completely ready to spit out that it hadn't much felt like he was there for her.

Except that she didn't. Couldn't. The stinging in her eyes got worse, and she just ended up biting down on her lower lip, unable to stop herself from looking briefly pained before she looked down again.

So, her family was falling apart, and now her boyfriend was walking away from her because she was too angry and proud and stupid to ask him to stay. Oh yeah, her life was just fantastic.

Bod glanced at her bowed head for a moment more and almost decided to stay on his own. He knew he'd been unfair but he'd gotten a little stung by her words just like she'd gotten stung by his.

So, his shoulders drooped and he headed towards her door again, quiet and dejected that things had turned out this way. It was making a real case for him not talking ever again.

Kate pulled her legs up to her chest, resting her forehead against her knees, balling herself up on her bed. She felt awful. Even worse than she had all those quiet moments over the weekend, when she hadn't had anything to distract her from how shitty everything was.

And still she waited until the last possible moment before she managed to get any quiet words out.

"Bod."

Something like don't may have been better, but that was what she settled on. Not like she took much time to think it over.

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