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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

Hurley, despite actually being in a relationship, was still a sucker for Expose marathons. He couldn't help it. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

Or in this instance, like a teenage boy armed with popcorn and soda to a couch in front of a TV.

...Okay, the simile was a stretch.

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Ribbons would be a fantastic idea, just for seeing his face. Naturally, Ino was going to pick girly colours.

And maybe some actually nice ones, too. But.

"It's cute," she assured her, but Ino was biased. Cal was always cute. "And--I guess, I don't know, I don't want to get that close to someone right now."

While she lied her butt off about being okay, and did missions that she couldn't talk about.

Penelope gave her her full attention. "Because there is a particular reason for right now?"

Ino glanced at her, and shrugged.

"Loads of reasons."

"...like?" she pushed.

Like I murdered a man and his child while wearing the mother's body.

Ino gave a languid shrug, her very casualness a mask. "You know, three for three now, I can't seem to keep a guy around. Bit of a blow to my self-esteem."

Which it was, but not the real issue.

"Obviously they weren't worthy," she said, knowing that must be the case. Penelope was not judgemental of people. What she saw, heard, was what she based her opinions on. And Ino was very nearly perfect in her eyes.

She looked a bit wistful.

"I think I wasn't worthy for one of them," she admitted, reaching to try and play with Penelope's hair. "But he stuck around and loved me the best he could anyway 'til Fandom made him disappear."

Ino would dearly love to be perfect. The fact that Penelope thought that of her would make her want to cry if she knew.

Penelope let her, thinking it was a dear, calming little gesture. "You must have been worthy if it was Fandom that made him disappear and not you yourself," she replied quietly.

She thought of how she'd cheated on him with Michael and sighed.

"No," Ino answered, "I don't think I was. I really hurt him, before that. Because I didn't think he cared. He wasn't very--demonstrative."

And she'd been a young fourteen.

"Oh." She blinked curiously, but was unwilling to ask. Anyone who claimed to hurt someone else, had to hurt themselves. She didn't like that for Ino.

"I know what that is like. Being around people who don't show you how they truly feel." And then others that show you all too well.

She fiddled with Penelope's hair a little, oh so gently.

"I cheated on him," Ino explained, because this at least was something she could talk about. "'Cause he was--cold, and distant, and sometimes I didn't feel like he even noticed me when I was talking to him even though we were together. So there was this other guy, and he was funny, and warm, and thought I was amazing and gorgeous and so I--yeah."

She wasn't going to excuse it.

"I did wrong, I was still with--him. I shouldn't have slept with the other. And it turned out that the guy I thought didn't care, didn't pay attention, actually really did care a whole lot."

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed on a breath of a whisper, allowing all she said to filter through her mind and emotional sense of self-worth.

After a few moments she could only come up with the incredible lonely feeling she's suffered so many times in her life, and when paired against something that made her feel wonderful? Penelope could only understand the decision Ino had made to cheat.

"I must be a terrible person to not think what you did was wrong."

Ino sighed.

"It wasn't wrong to--want affection," she said, "but it was wrong to do it without ending things with him first. Though I never wanted to end things with him. I--miss him the most."

"I don't think you're a terrible person, or that I am even," at least, not for that, "but I did do something wrong."

"I understand that things can happen," she said calmly, and attempted to reach out and touch Ino's arm; just a small gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry you miss him. That ache has to hurt and if there was anything I could do..." she would, in an instant.

Ino leaned into the comfort, offering her a small smile.

"Just keep being my friend," she said. "That's all I want."

"That's easy to do," she said, smiling and feeling the need to cling just a bit. "You're one of my best."

Clinging was totally okay. Ino could deal with that.

She laughed softly. "Have to work harder then," Ino murmured. "Have to be the best ever."

"You'll have to figure in that I know more than one person now," she returned with a light giggle.

"I know," she said, "and I wouldn't ever dream of you not meeting more. I just like being best anyway."

She snickered. "When I'm with you, you're the best. And I think next time we hang out we should hang out with a bowl of popcorn and some really great TV with crime fighting men who don't believe in clothes."

Ino lifted her head at that.

"...do you think there's a show like that?" Sue her, she was interested.

"I don't know, but I'm willing to search for it," she said.

And she kind of forgot Hurley was sitting right there.

It was totally revenge, okay? They were so allowed to plot!

"Think the internet has it?" Ino mused. "Google it and see."

Her eyes went a little wide and she covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud. "We can look, can't we? It won't hurt anything to Google something like that."

Total and complete revenge. They were girls and as such, it was normal for them to do these sorts of things! It was!

At least as revenge, even if it was totally a petty sort of revenge. Hee!

"Totally wouldn't hurt." She nodded firmly. "And he totally can't protest."

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