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The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Kate had only returned to Fandom about an hour or so ago. She'd offered to stay in Kansas, to help, but then she'd been asked "What with?" and she hadn't been able to come up with any real answer, so they'd sent her off, and she'd grabbed a portal back. She'd soon realized she didn't want to stay cooped up in her room, so she'd just dumped her bags there and headed up.

And now Kate was on the roof.

It probably didn't seem like much of a momentous occasion to anyone else, but it kind of was one for her. She didn't even care that the weather was much, much chillier than it had been back home. She had her monkey hat and her golden jacket on, and she was good, just leaning against the railing, looking out over the island.

Everything felt calm. She felt weird, but it wasn't really a bad weird. She just felt like the world had shifted somehow, just a subtle little bit. Something had fallen into place and she could really breathe again for the first time in months. That seemed liberating and totally fucked up all at the same time.

It almost made her smile.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof.]

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"Yeah, well."

He shrugged. Apparently, there was no good answer to that question of hers. He'd said that and gone and done the complete fucking opposite.

"Things change."

"They do, don't they?" It was arhetorucal question, and she quirked a wry smile at him. "If I ask who it is, is the answer gonna make me want to kill myself?"

Well, there really was only one girl he consistently talked about...

Nathan fixed her with a look and shook his head. He was just gonna stop short of answering that question since revealing all this to Kate was a dangerous enough move.

"Why would me having great sex make you wanna kill yourself, Kate?" he asked, twisting her words up for his own purposes. "I thought you'd be happy! Everyone should be having great sex. Just not with me."

"That's not what I asked," Kate replied, sounding amused. "I wasn't exactly interested in the quality of your sex life, not that that's ever stopped you from telling me anyway."

"And why would the answer possibly make you kill yourself?" Nathan asked, tossing his cigarette over the roof's edge and crossing his arms to warm himself up.

"That was a joke," Kate felt compelled to point out. "I'm sure there are far better reasons to start getting suicidal over than whoever you happen to be seeing. But you know there are people I have kinda negative feelings towards."

"And just what did she ever do to you that would make you harness all these negative feelings towards her?"

Nathan figured they both knew who he was talking about so there was no need to say her name. Kate didn't like Caroline, Caroline didn't like Kate and he liked them both in different ways.

"Can't you just kiss and make up? It really would be a lot easier on me. And it would make my fantasies end differently than a giant fucking girl fight complete with fingernails and blood being spilled."

"You know what she did, Nathan," Kate replied with a quiet sigh, stubbing out her cigarette against the ledge before throwing it away, pursing her lips. "And I know she had no way of knowing that had anything to do with me but guess what, girl feelings kinda don't have a fuckload to do with logic. So I think I'll keep avoiding her, thanks."

"Yeah, yeah." Nathan had expected that honestly. He wasn't a girl but he'd been around them enough to know they could be kinda crazy. "You two are more alike than you think, I swear."

He shook his head and smiled because it really was kind of funny. Two people who seemed to hate each other had a lot in fucking common. "Besides, I thought you'd moved on."

Yeah, he knew that wasn't true.

"You know that's not true."

It was probably the weirdness she was feeling that had her admitting that, even if she was rolling her eyes as if he was an idiot for even sarcastically suggesting it was true.

"Wow." Actually, hearing her admit that outright and without the aide of alcohol surprised him. "I don't think you've actually admitted that to me before. So, you haven't moved on. Wow."

He nodded. "And what's that mean?"

"That I do not know." She raised her eyebrows and shrugged, pasting a mildly fake smile on her face. "Who knows. I guess we'll find out in due time."

"Well, if it helps, I know Caroline's not doing him anymore," Nathan quipped, smirking. "She's doing someone else."

"I figured," Kate replied, dropping the smile for a dry tone and an eyeroll. "Please spare me the details."

Even if, yes, all this did make Caroline a little bit less of an enemy.

"She'd kill me if I shared," Nathan admitted, shrugging. "She'll probably kill me for admitting all of this anyway so if this is the last time you see me, remember me well, yeah?"

"Mm, I'd claim to have your back and not tell her you told me," Kate mused, "but if she comes babbling at me again, I make no promises of keeping quiet. I'll take flowers to your grave, dude."

"Babbling at you?" Nathan repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Kate made a face. "She keeps coming up to talk to me like she thinks we could pretend to be friends," she said. "Or kept, I guess. It's been a while. Actually, I think she was more openly bitchy the last time."

"When was the last time?" Nathan asked curiously. "I wasn't aware she was making so many trips to your room to chit chat with you. If I'd have known, I would have asked her to get me some of your food or something. You would have sent your bestest friend in the entire world some crackers or something, right? See, we could get this threesome thing going!"

"Okay, first, she hasn't been coming down to my room," Kate corrected. "I meant like, in classes and at sorority meetings. And I can't remember when the last time was, it kind of wasn't an important thing to me. And secondly, you're not getting my food."

"What? Why not?" Nathan asked, pretending to be utterly outraged. "Not even some crackers? Come the fuck on, you can spare some crackers!"

"I don't even have crackers." Well, not anymore. "Besides, I'm a growing girl, I need the food for myself."

"And what are you trying to grow?" Nathan wondered, smirking. "A bigger pair of tits?"

And that earned him a smack on the shoulder. "My boobs are perfect, shut up."

Nathan brought his arms up to try and fend her off while he laughed. "They're kinda small, Kate, I am sorry to say! I mean, they're palm sized so I bet that's great for whatever bloke gets to grope you!"

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