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The Roof: Monday Mid-day-ish [6-1-09

Peyton hadn't really slept much - and her head was feeling miserable from everything she'd drunk. But hell, it's not like she had anywhere to be or anything to do till at least Thursday, so what difference did it make.

Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.

In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.

For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.

[Open as roofs are.]

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"Trust me, I've had that happen. Tell me more."

"Well, we had to clean up the alligator guts and stuff," which had been gross, "which was gross and really annoying because I spent most of Friday fighting the stupid things, including down in the sewer."

"Sure you don't want a drink?" Peyton asked. "I'd want one after two days like that!"

"I had a few Manhattas at Caritas," she assured her.

Then, rubbing at her chin, she kept going.

"Anyway, I was kind of, um, curled up with Leto, you know Leto?" she only paused for a moment "and Dinah walked in and I didn't know they'd-- you know. And Dinah was my first friend here."

The way she said it meant it was important.

"I don't know if I know him."

Peyton frowned. "So Dinah and Leto were together and now you and Leto are?"

She shook her head.

"Not-- no. Not really. His culture has some weird things about relationships, but he's been really nice. He doesn't mind some of the weird things about me, so I thought--"

She was starting to wonder what she thought, a disturbing idea that was somewhat new. The world had been somewhat less complicated before boys.

"It doesn't bother me," and she wasn't lying, but it wasn't complete, "I mean, that he does that kind of thing with other people. But it did bother me that it obviously hurt someone. You know?"

"Yeah, Peyton said very quietly. "Trust me. I understand how much that hurts. But Dinah... she's really nice and if you talk to her, maybe..."

"I did," she admitted, looking out over the roof, "and she's not upset with me. She's not even-- she knows it's happening, but she doesn't really want to see it, is the thing.

"But she said some other things that have me thinking I might have really screwed up something with someone I really really like."

She blew out a breath.

"Or not. I don't know. I have to go find him, but I feel kind of-- I know I don't want to hear anything when I'm upset."

"I could take a lot if someone told me they really cared," Peyton said. "If it was someone important to me."

Oh, no, she didn't know anything about this, not at all.

She breathed in and closed her eyes, a smile twitching on her face.

"I really hope so."

Then she breathed out.

"Then," she continued with a wild roll of her eyes, trying to, if not lighten the moment to at least change gears, "I got a text message from my aunt that just.. hurt. My family's kind of crazy, but I thought things were at least okay.

"Apparently not."

She turned to Peyton with a dip of her head.

"So that was my weekend."

Peyton sighed. "Your weekend sucked even worse than mine. Sure you don't want a drink?"

She shook her head again.

"I've had worse. And there were good parts."

They were kind of few and far between, but they did exist. Text messaging with Eliot made the world a better place for her, not that she'd admit it.

"Thanks, though."

She glanced over at Peyton.

"You want to talk bout your thing? I mean, you don't have to."

"I... I found out I was adopted last summer when my bio mom showed up out of the blue and introduced herself - really just threw my whole world around and I... I told her to get out of my life. And... well, after a lot of back and forths I decided to try and find her and I did and I went to see her and... she pretty much told me the same thing."

"And then I had a fight with my sort of best friend. A bad one... And she ended by saying... Well..."

Peyton took a long drink from the vodka, coughing before she could continue. "The guy I..." She shook her head. "I'm sort of involved with this guy and for him it's not exclusive, just like for Leto. And... he's been having sex with this other guy he supposedly hates and it keeps making radio. And Brooke... she made a crack about how he doesn't have time for me anymore 'cause he's screwing this other guy."

"Sad thing is, my bio mom called. She changed her mind. But right now... I don't even care."

The 'mom' thing hit a lot harder than the thing about boys. That had cut her worse than anything the last few weeks, more than finding out about the gods and Immortals and Infernals.

Fiona had an opinion, however.

"Unless it came from him," she said after a minute, "I'd ignore what she said. I don't know Brooke like you do, probably, but she seems to just kind of talk and not think."

She breathed in.

"But you should call your mom. If she loves you" and oh, her voice caught. She didn't know on what, since she hadn't known that it effected her so badly, but it caught and if she didn't know any better, she'd have thought she'd swallowed glass, her throat hurt so bad.

"If she loves you enough to call you, that's something."

"I can't... I knew what I was getting into," Peyton said, her voice sounded a little muffled. "Can't say anything to him. Doesn't matter."

She managed a smile for her. "I don't know if she loves me. I'm not even sure she likes me, but she's agreed to see me again next week so I'm totally going."

"Is the problem that he's spending time with someone else, or that he's not spending time with you? Because problem one, yeah, can't really say anything" at least, she assumed that's what Peyton would think because Fiona was the type to say something whether she thought it fair or not "but two? I think that's completely fair."

She let her head rest on her arms.

"If she calls, then, well, she probably loves you. Maybe just a little. She might not like you yet. But probably. I'm glad you're going, though."

Peyton made a face. "It's more... he keeps saying how much he hates this guy and then next thing I know the radio's reporting more kinky sex between them." She sighed. "Honestly, though, I'd probably have a problem with anyone else he was sleeping with. I thought I could do this, but maybe I can't."

"Yeah... maybe. And I'm definitely going. I think... I think she's lying to me - that's she not in remission, that she's dying so... I may never have another chance."

Fiona was quiet for a moment. There were a lot of things she thought she should say, but not many she thought she could.

"Maybe... maybe ask him what he thinks about, um, changing things? I mean, if you're not happy, that's--"

She breathed out.

"Yeah, I don't know. I don't know anything about this stuff. I just think that if you care about someone, they should care about you. If they can't change, then what's the point anyway? But maybe see if they can."

Oddly enough, the whole thing made her think of her father as opposed to Leto, possibly because she just never saw Leto changing. Her dad, though, despite what everyone thought and everyone said (up to and including her mother)... he seemed different than what she'd expected, than what they'd said.

"I'm sorry about your mom. That's... really terrible. But you're right. So, um, I'll hope for you."

She shook her head. "It's not fair. He was totally upfront and honest and I said I was okay with it. I'm not going back on that now. If I have to - I... I probably have to just let him go. But dammit... I... kinda fell for him, even though I knew it couldn't go anywhere."

"Yeah. Thanks. I appreciate it."

Guys kept doing that. First Leto, now whoever this was.

"We could go out and do a girl thing? Cheer you up?"

Wow, Fiona. Way to be vague.

"You know what I mean, right?"

Peyton nodded. "I'd like that. Be a nice change from, well... drinking."

"New clothes are probably better for your liver too."

...she thought it was funny.

So did Peyton. "Better get rid of the last of my vodka then," she said with an almost laugh and stood rather unsteadily to dump the last of it out over the garden up there.

Fiona jumped up smoothly to stand next to her as she did it. Peyton was a little unsteady for her liking, thank you.

"You don't need it," she said softly.

"Making sure I don't sprain my other ankle this time?" Peyton asked wryly. "Thanks, Fiona."

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