vanillajello | Room 324, Saturday Morning

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Room 324, Saturday Morning

Kate had... kind of intended to spend the night alone. That had been the original plan, at least, before a miniature freakout and being a fabulous fake and having to stand the sight of Caroline and ugh. Yet another plan of Kate's that had not gone quite as she'd originally thought it would.

She'd figure out how she felt about that later, maybe. Because right now she was still asleep, clinging to Nathan with an arm and a leg over him, pressed close against him despite the blankets spread over them. That was just her thing, minor neediness slipping out when she wasn't conscious enough to control it. It was a lot like another morning a month or so ago, probably, except they were presently decidedly more lacking in clothes and knew each other better in whole new ways.

And Fandom was being Fandom again, but that was not for them to know yet. They'd find out soon enough.

[ooc: Just for that one guy, and for that other smaller guy who'll cause a whole lot of emo despite being adorbs, and then probably that third guy with some more emo.]

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Nathan, on the other hand, wasn't really thinking about possible weirdness or plans that he'd fucked up at the dance. He'd done what he was good at and was trying to forget everything else that was confusing the fuck out of him.

So, he shifted a bit under her, stretching his long limbs and trying to fight off being awake for as long as he could. He didn't want to talk about weird things or anything like that. He just wanted to sleep.

Kate was right there with him on the sleeping. Sleep good, being awake bad, not that she was expecting to be hit with any major regret upon waking up. She'd made her choices sober, for once, and she'd enjoyed herself.

But his shifting was making it harder for her to cling to sleep. Consciousness was starting to come back, whether she wanted it to or not.

Maybe some very loud, very erratic and very consistent knocking would help her get out of bed? Dorian thought it was a great plan which is why he was up on his tiptoes, knocking like his life depended on it.

There had to be someone back there, the door wouldn't be closed and locked if there wasn't. That was the way his little mind worked, at least.

For a moment or two, it didn't work. Sure, Kate woke up, but she really wasn't feeling the whole getting up and answering the door thing, and she was hoping whoever it was would go away if ignored.

When it started to seem like that wasn't about to work, she rolled off Nathan with a groan so she could push herself up some and yell out, "Who is it?"

Her tone made it sound like go the fuck away. She'd congratulate herself on not going with that particular phrase later.

"Me me me me me!" Not that she knew who 'me' was but Dorian expected her to, darn it. "Open da door! Open open open open open!"

Behind her, Nathan just rolled onto his stomach and tried ignore the fact that there was knocking and talking.

That... that was a kid's voice. That brought two distinct possibilities to Kate's mind, one better than the other but neither really what she was looking for this morning.

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific," she called out, rubbing her eyes. Oh how she hoped that this was a kiddified classmate and not -- Ugh. "'Me' is not enough."

Still, she was actually getting up and off the bed now, blearily looking for something to wear.

"Dooooooorian!" he said, lengthening his name because that was fun. "Dorian Dorian Dorian Dorian!"

Each time he said his name, he accompanied it with an impatient knock on the door because he wanted to come in!

... Yeah, Kate didn't know anyone called Dorian at this school, but the name seemed to ring some distant bell she wasn't going to pay attention to right now, because she was a but busy grabbing a shirt and then going over to the bed to shove at Nathan's shoulder.

"Nathan!" she hissed, making uncoordinated attempts at dressing herself. "Get up and get dressed." A little louder, she called out, "Just a moment!"

That was, in fact, Nathan's shirt she was trying to put on just then.

"What? Why? Am I being kicked out?" Nathan asked blearily, blinking his eyes open and staring up at her. He hadn't expected declarations of love or even cuddling but still, this was a little ridiculous.

"What the fuck time is it?" he asked, trying to roll out of her bed and onto the floor so he could locate his clothes. "Why're you kicking me out?"

The knocking turned into kicking and it sounded like little Dorian was chattering happily to himself. He wouldn't leave until he got let in.

"Look, I would love for you to stay and maybe cuddle and have a round two or something," Kate replied, voice low and words all blurring together, finding herself a pair of underwear to pull on with the shirt halfway buttoned up, "but I'm pretty sure I got an alternative universe son out there in the hallway and he really doesn't need you loitering around naked in here, so." A pause. "Unless he's yours in which case don't you dare think about leaving, but you need to put on some pants."

Here, Nathan, have some mildly freaked out morning rambling!

"I didn't understand a word of that but pants, right, okay," he mumbled, locating his shorts and pants after a quick search. Getting them on was a little difficult considering he was still half asleep but he managed.

Since she had his shirt, he had to make due with his white t-shirt which probably made him look like a giant douche or something, standing there in dress pants and a t-shirt. Whatever, Kate was going insane, he didn't have to be formal.

"Better?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He was finally able to hear the knocking now and stared at the door. "Better get that, Kate. Sounds like they really wanna fucking bother you this morning."

He could look like as big a douche as he wanted to, honestly, because Kate had only managed to pair his shirt with a random skirt she'd spotted lying around, and her hair was a tangled mess and there were still the remnants of last night's makeup on her face, because it wasn't like she'd taken the time to wash that off.

"Yeah, it's Fandom, this always happens," she muttered, finally, then went over to the door and opened it. "Don't kick the door down, kid, seriously."

"Mum!" Dorian crowed, holding out his arms so she'd pick him up and carry him around. "Hi hi hi! It took you forever to open the door. I thought you were gone!"

"Good thing you are persistent then, huh?" Kate replied mildly, reaching down to pick him up, because... Well, she'd done this before and knew not to fight it. With the boy in her arms, she turned around so he'd see Nathan. "Dorian, was it? Do you know who that is?"

She was betting on no based on the hair, but one could hope, right?

Nathan was praying that Dorian didn't know him. Praying hard. He smiled at the little kid though and gave him a wave and hoped like hell that Dorian didn't know him.

"Nope!" Dorian said, waving back. "No clue! I know who you are though! You're my mum! Hi!"

"Hi. Of course I am." Of course. She looked at Nathan, then inclined her head towards the door. "Okay dude, you can go. I'll... see you once this blows over and we can talk about Monday."

Because she already had the feeling she was going to be wanting to go out and be a little reckless come Monday evening, Valentine's Day or not.

Nathan didn't have to be told twice. He gave them each a nod, gathered up the rest of his clothes and fled the room, perfectly happy to let Kate deal with this on her own.

Dorian bounced a little in her arms. "Can we play now? Can we can we can we?"

"Maybe later," Kate said, carrying him over to the bed where she went to set him down so he could sit on the edge of it. "Mommy's just woken up and doesn't really know what's what yet. Can I ask you some questions?"

"'Kay," Dorian said, sitting down and swinging his legs. "What questions? I got answers!"

"I'm sure you do, darling," she replied, trying for a smile as she kneeled down before him. "Now, I'm feeling really fuzzy, so could you maybe tell me your name? Like, Dorian what?"

Please don't say anything that'll hurt, please don't say anything that'll hurt, please don't --

"I have a lot of names." He was kind of proud of all those names. "Dorian Silas Mitchell Owens! It's loooong, isn't it? Longest name ever!"

Fuck.

"It's a..." Kate had to clear her throat, to hide whatever devastation-like thing wanted to bubble up and make itself obvious on her face. She'd excelled at faking yesterday, she could keep doing it. "It's a very long name, yeah. It's a good name. Have you, uh, have you seen your... dad, yet?"

"Nope," he said, oblivious to the reaction his name had caused. "Your room was closer so I stopped here first. Dad's not here?"

"No, no your dad's not here, Dorian," she muttered, looking around, trying to locate her phone and get her head in order.

That was about when she realized why that first name had been so familiar. She understood why they would have chosen that but seriously, that was a pretty morbid pileup of names from dead people, right there.

"I think I should call him, get him to come here."

"Why's he not here?" Dorian asked, fixing her with a questioning look. "He doesn't stay here wif you like a daddy's supposed ta?"

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