vanillajello | The Causeway, Sunday Evening

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The Causeway, Sunday Evening

Despite the progress she'd been making in a variety of things, walking around alone after sunset was still not something Kate was particularly fond of. She'd been pretty keen on spending time with Zach, though, so that meant it had already been dark when she'd made back east. And that... had quickly led to going through a mental list of options of what to do.

She'd picked calling Nathan before catching a cab back to the island. She had her reasons. And she also had a little brown bag of takeaway in hand when she stepped onto the causeway. Like she'd promised.

[ooc: For that one guy who could never ever protect her from an angry vampire or anything else, really.]

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"I never said the people here weren't worth it," Kate replied, raising her eyebrows though the expression was mild at best. "Or that I was gonna lose all contact with everyone even if I left. I think that's you projecting."

And she knew all about doing that, or would have had she admitted some things to herself first.

Nathan rolled his eyes. "You are counting down the days until you can get the fuck out of here and you seem gleeful about it while talking to someone that isn't leaving for awhile. I don't think it's me projecting, I think it's me being right. You're lonely. Hey, join the fucking club. We all are."

"I think I'm more missing people than I am lonely," Kate said, but there wasn't much fight in it.

She sighed. "I was so wrong about you."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You were wrong about me how?"

"Thought you'd be the kind of person I'd never have any kind of serious discussion with." She shook her head. Stupid Kate, should know better by now. "And it's not even the first time. Yeah I know, I shouldn't assume."

At least this time she hadn't though him to be on the stupid side as well. Sorry Jason.

"Yeah, then you were wrong. I'm not a fucking idiot," Nathan said, scowling a bit. "And why, if you're missing people, do you not fix the shit instead of just moping around like a fucking sad clown?"

"Never said you were an idiot, Nathan, I just thought it wouldn't come to this with you," Kate replied, rolling her eyes. "And I don't know of any way to fix a dead person, do you? Even one that's technically still walking around."

There were other dead-but-not-quite things she could have maybe fixed but she was moving. On. Really, she was.

"You know, I don't have to be here," Nathan said, still scowling. "Yeah, you brought me chicken fucking nuggets but I could have left then and I didn't. Maybe I should just go now since I'm not what you thought I was."

Kate rolled her eyes again, then raised her brows at him. "Did I say that was a bad thing?"

"You certainly made it sound that way," Nathan said sullenly, turning to start walking again. "You know, if I were to offer you advice, I'd say be a little more fucking clear with things. Your little mind games and turns of phrase get really fucking old. Maybe make that a late New Year's resolution."

"Hard to be clear when you don't know what the fuck you're doing," Kate replied, taking some steps to follow him even as she considered just letting him go and taking her chances with the darkness. "You don't have to come around for me anymore if I'm so confusing and manipulative and shit."

"You are confusing and you are manipulative," Nathan said without hesitation. "And so am I. It's the mark of a good little sociopath, really. I come around because I want to come around but if you're just gonna write me the fuck off and whine about wanting to run away all the time, then I will stop."

"Hey, I haven't been whining all the time, and I haven't written you off even if you keep saying that," she felt it pertinent to point out. "I'm pretty sure I was talking in a perfectly non-whiney fashion about my date at some point."

"The date where you pretended to be sophisticated right before telling me that was your version of running away?" Nathan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well at least I wasn't whining." That was obviously something to hold onto. "And it didn't feel like that when I was there. I was just a normal girl on a date, it was nice."

"Why are you desperate to be normal?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "That's boring. You're much more enjoyable when you're being loud, obnoxious, and mean. You're a great asshole, Kate. What's wrong with that?"

"Maybe because I've never been normal?" Kate offered, shrugging a shoulder lightly. "Doesn't mean I'm going for a full personality makeover."

"Normal is fucking overrated," Nathan said, shaking his head. "Normal is boring. Normal is the person who has a normal fucking sleep schedule, who thinks sex should be saved for marriage and who finds a designated driver before going out for a night instead of stumbling home drunkenly and puking in mailboxes."

"Normal is a family where everyone stays the same all the time, and a guy who knows about the conventions of dating," Kate retorted, somewhat wryly. "And you're not getting anywhere near my mailbox."

Not that she technically even had one.

"Do you honestly want normal that fucking bad?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "I don't. I'd rather take my chances with the unknown. You're gonna get bored."

"I doubt that, but even if I did, at least I'd have tried the normal thing," she replied, shrugging again. "Stuffs been weird for a long time, normal sounds like a nice change."

"You're not normal," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "But hey, have fun playing house. If you get knocked up, I'll look forward to being barefoot and pregnant in some guy's kitchen. That's normal too."

He got an eyeroll right back. "Why couldn't I be normal?"

"I didn't say you couldn't be normal, I said you're not," Nathan countered, shrugging. "And you're just not, Kate. You wanna play at being normal, that's fine, I don't fucking give a damn. But you're not normal. Have fun with romantic dinners and necking in movie theaters. I could really care less about that shit."

Kate tilted her head at him, just idly curious. "Then what exactly am I, in your view?" she wondered. "Since you're so sure I'm not normal."

Not that she was really disagreeing on that point, mind.

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