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The Deck [Saturday late afternoon]

It was finally spring, and that meant two things. One, that the weather was nice enough for Ramona to stretch out on the deck, on this lazy, lazy Saturday afternoon. Not nice enough to like, grab her bikini or anything, but nice enough that she could sit out here while her hair dried. The days were longer, she had a hoodie for when it got cold, and it was just relaxing after finishing her semester.

Which was the second thing. Spring was a time of change, and Ramona had been feeling restless in blue for a little while. So while she flipped through her book, wincing occasionally at scary parts, her newly-magenta hair did the last of its drying.

Kinda couldn't beat it, as far as Ramona was concerned. At least for now. Tomorrow she might hate lazy spring days, depending on her fancy.

[totally open deck, yes, i am bored.]

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"Your imagination must be a really special place," Ramona said, staring at him.

"Jealous, yeah?" Nathan asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"More just intrigued as to how your brain works," Ramona said, shaking her head.

"Yeah well, you wouldn't be the first one to be intrigued by that," Nathan said, shrugging a shoulder. "Baby, I was born this way. It's genetics. The good shit I got from my mum and the bad shit probably came from my asshole dad."

"Asshole dad, huh?" Ramona asked, glancing over at him. "No one ever seems to have an asshole mom, it seems."

"Well, he walked out on us," Nathan told her, shrugging. "Makes him an asshole in my mind. My mum's okay, I guess. I haven't seen her in a few months so maybe she turned into a raging bitch while I was away but I doubt it."

"Well, then don't give him that much credit," she said, smiling a little. "The bad stuff is all you, and so's the good stuff. How old were you?"

"What, when my dad fucked off?" Nathan asked before shrugging a shoulder. "I dunno. Maybe eight or something? It was early. He figured he couldn't handle it so he took the fucking easy way out and abandoned me."

"Haven't seen him since?" she guessed. "You're better off without the dick, sounds like. Kudos to your mom for sticking it out, though. I thought both my parents were going to take off at one point, but they stuck around and we just don't talk about anything important, ever. Might've been better if they'd thrown in the towel, you know?"

Since the important stuff just made them all sad, and Ramona just didn't spend any time at home anymore at all.

"Don't wanna see him so nope," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "He's a dick and while I am very fond of my dick, I'm not fond of his type of dick so he can stay gone and drink himself to death for all I care."

Nathan didn't even think he'd shed a tear if his dad died. "You get on with your parents? Or just don't even try to make deep connections anymore?"

"I tried, and it failed, so I just spend my time elsewhere," she said, shrugging. "Even before I was here, I was only home to sleep. They just got to be really...fake. And they fucking hate my hair."

"Obviously not worth your time then," Nathan agreed with a nod. "Some parents aren't just meant to have kids, I think. For whatever reasons, some of them are just...dicks."

"They weren't always," Ramona said mildly, idly reaching up to touch the cord she wore around her neck. "Your dad, though, sounds like class-A dickwad who just freaked out at daddyhood. May something very unpleasant happen to his testicles."

Yeah, Nathan would be wishing for that too especially once he found a few things out in the future. But, that wasn't for now, that was for later.

"Yeah well, let's hope I don't turn out like him?" Nathan said, flicking his cigarette away finally. "The perennial loser who always get shoved aside."

"That's on you," Ramona said softly, shrugging a shoulder. "I mean, whether you let yourself lose, or whether it bothers you, or whether you just decide people suck if they do shitty things, and that's their loss. People can be assholes all they want. Up to you whether it matters."

Guess which one Ramona had picked. It worked out some days better than others.

Edited 2011-04-24 22:18 (UTC)

"What are you, some ancient Chinese wise man?" Nathan asked, smirking. "Or have you just read a lot of fortune cookies and that answer is the result of many fortunes cobbled together to make yourself sound smart?"

"Sometimes I wish I had something to throw at you," Ramona sighed, stubbing out her cigarette.

"You love me, Ramona," Nathan said, hand to his heart. "And I'd take you throwing something at me as you giving me something tangible that proves your affections."

"You would be wrong, then," she decided. "Generally I don't throw things to prove my affections."

"So, how're you gonna prove your affections for me?" Nathan, of course, thought she had some. Of course he did.

"What's to prove?" she asked, studying her nails.

Nathan snickered and leaned back in his seat. "What do you mean what's to prove? You should prove how much affection you have for me because I know you've got some in your colorful head."

"And I've insufficiently proved that?" she added, arching a brow.

Nathan snickered and got to his feet, gesturing for her hand. "I'm just trying to get a rise out of you. Take me back to your room, Ramona. Maybe I can pay some sex rent, if you want. That or I'll buy you a Kit Kat."

"Oooh, Kit Kat," she said, taking his hand with a smile. "Can't resist a deal like that."

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