fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday

It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

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"Still. I gave it up, and, now that I think about it, without anything on your end. That's a huge admission of secret shit from me, especially without reciprocation."

Not that she was smarting about that or anything. Even if she had already pretty much figured out that it was mutual, he hadn't said that, and she had lost her upper hand.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "Without anything when on my end? Was there a mutual offering of secrets I missed? I gotta tell you, I don't remember this so maybe I was down off in the sweat lodge, smoking opium while you were being one with the earth."

"Never mind," she said, shaking her head. Though she did squint at him a little. "Becoming one with the earth?"

Nathan shrugged. "It either meant humping the ground or eating dirt. I figured you'd choose whichever one you thought sounded best. I've heard it's the new hip fade!"

Or something.

She just sort of stared at him. "...why would I be doing either of those? Ever? What is wrong with you?"

What was wrong with her for being into him? Get a grip, Ramona.

"There is nothing fucking wrong with me!" Nathan said, frowning at her. "Why do you always ask me that?"

"Because you say weird shit," she said logically, smiling at him.

"And?" Nathan asked, shaking his head and seeing no problem with that. "Keeps me from sounding like a fucking boring banker, doesn't it?"

Ugh, banks.

"If I thought you were that bad off, do you think I'd still be talking to you?" she pointed out, shifting a little. "Or still be where I am?"

It wasn't as though she'd really tried hard to get the remote for a few minutes, anyway.

"Maybe you're desperate," Nathan said but didn't really mean it. "Maybe you're just addicted to my body, my heart, and my soul. That's really fucking lame, Ramona."

"That's really fucking untrue, Nathan," she replied, "and that kind of shit is a great way to get girls out of your lap. I'm hardly desperate. Please."

"Why do you think I was serious?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "Are you finding it really that hard to read me? Come on."

"Sometimes it's tricky," she replied, making a face at him. "You never say anything sincere. Hard to tell the difference."

"I never say anything sincere? That's fucking bullshit," Nathan said and frowned. "I say sincere shit all the time. It's not my fault you're not paying attention."

"Your sincerity to bullshit ratio is skewed," she rephrased. "For every sincere comment, there's like twenty about how, say, my mom probably fucks horses. And usually I'm great at reading it but cut me some slack for missing a few."

"Does it bother you?" Nathan asked cockily. "Does it bother you that you can't fucking read me considering you've been a pro at it before? Guess I'm just knocking you off your game, aren't I?"

"It certainly doesn't make me want to be any easier for you to read," she said, shrugging.

"Really?" Nathan asked, frowning at that. "So, because your skills aren't...cultivated enough to get a read on me, you're gonna pout and take your toys back home? That's really mature, Ramona. I'm very impressed by this very adult display."

"I'm definitely planning on taking maturity advice from you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Time to get off me," Nathan said, letting her wrists go and giving her shoulder a mild shove. "I'm kinda tired of the common room and think I need to go have a smoke or something. So, get the fuck off and plant your ass somewhere else."

"Fine." She climbed right off him, scooting down the couch, crossing her arms in the process. "Enjoy your cigarette."

Also super-duper mature, yep.

"Thanks," he said, standing up and heading towards the door. Over his shoulder, he said, "Planning on it!"

And then he was gone, not even thinking about why he'd gotten pissed there even if he knew. Oh well. He'd smoke and be fine. Maybe.

Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | Monday | June 27

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