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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He just couldn't express apologies without talking and he wasn't talking.
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Even though she didn't want to think about how shitty she would've felt if he actually had gone away.
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So, he nodded again and smiled a little.
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"And, y'know, for next time?" Because there was going to be one. There was always a next time. "If I come back with this much crap all around me, just... Just see my side, okay? Like, I know Mom didn't do it on purpose. I know that. But everyone expects me to just understand. And I don't always want to have to understand."
She just wanted someone to tell her it was okay to be upset and hurt.
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He bit down on the inside of his cheek and kept quiet though, breathing slowly.
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She couldn't help noticing. She also wasn't all that surprised.
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He'd get over it.
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So she stared up at the ceiling some more, just thinking for the moment.
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But it was still better than the ceiling. There was absolutely nothing there, and still she kept looking.
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"What are you thinking about?"
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"Yeah," she said, glancing at him, "I kinda expected that."
She didn't even know what other kind of answer she could've expected.
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He did meet her gaze and tried to look apologetic or something close to it but his mouth remained shut.
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He shook his head. He didn't want to talk right now.
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She pushed herself up to sitting again, then stayed that way for the moment, running her fingers through her hair.
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He watched her, wondering what she was going to do now.
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She rubbed at her eyes again.
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Didn't know what else to do. Except maybe to cry.
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