Oct 06, 2005 18:01
Willow drops her books in a pile by the door, collapses onto her bed. "Great mother," she breathes at no one in particular. Stares at the ceiling.
Wonders if she really wants to go to the Homecoming Dance. Wonders if she's the only one in the school who wants to go with another girl.
Sighs.
Door is open, in case anyone should wander by.
sexuality,
angst,
homecoming,
daily
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::pulls out a hot pot::
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"Really?"
She sets down the tea things carefully.
"Well, I guess that's kind of a relative question."
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"No, not really. We did a little foraging and found a few things..."
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*fixes eyes pointedly at Rogue's knees*
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