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Room 230 [after the picnic]

Jul 02, 2011 21:23

Unlike what she had thought would happen, Ramona did not cry on the way back to the dorms. She'd come close for a few seconds as she'd stalked off through the rain holy melodrama, but the fact that he hadn't followed had helped, in a way. It meant that she'd gotten to take the time to sort her thoughts out, bury her resentment and sadness and ( Read more... )

[what] feelings? where?, [who] nathan, [where] room 230

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tripledmyself July 3 2011, 01:34:14 UTC

Nathan hadn't followed then but he was stomping his way up to her room now. He didn't really know why or what he was going to do but he banged on her door and waited out there.

Yep, he had no idea what he was doing here. Maybe he'd figure it out in ten seconds or so.

dabblinginbitch July 3 2011, 01:38:12 UTC

Ramona heard the door and let it sit for a moment. And quietly wished she was psychic, because there were certainly people she didn't want to deal with. Or at least one.

She took her sweet time getting up and going over to open it, because she wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. And then nearly shut it again when she saw who was there. "What?"

tripledmyself July 3 2011, 01:44:24 UTC

"When I was fucking back in England, our probation worker tried to kill us," Nathan said, letting these words just flow out of his mouth. "Actually, he did kill Kelly but Curtis turned back time and we killed him. We killed our probation worker and we buried him. We buried him fucking twice and someone knows what we did and he's trying to kill us!"

Nathan took a breath but wasn't done there. "And my mum chose some other fucking bloke over me and kicked me out of my house. She changed the locks and I had to live in the fucking community center! And my dad, my fucking winner of a dad, walked away from me when I needed him the fucking most."

There were other circumstances there but he wasn't telling her all of that. "And I stole a fucking baby!"

dabblinginbitch July 3 2011, 01:50:53 UTC

That was...a lot. And some of it had known, or suspected, and some of it was completely new. And scary as fuck. And by the end, Ramona's eyes were round, her eyebrows were nearly in her bangs, and her hand was clasped to her mouth.

...though the baby thing was hilarious.

She had a ton of questions, but there was one that was clearly first on her mind. "Why are you telling me all of this?"

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