...and never brought to mind

[wizard_errant]

Dairine had gone back to the bedroom to go to bed. At least that was the theory. Since she'd had so much Coke at the New Year's Eve party that her skin feels vaguely tingly, and after midnight she's a bit too keyed up to sleep. Her brain's moving too fast, and she's running absently through some equations with Spot, lying on her side on the bed,

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[wizard_alive]

Nita rubbed at her face with the sweatshirt sleeve she'd pulled down over her hand. The dress was gone- banished back to the clothesbox, and she was now in sweats that had to be three sizes too big. "No," she said, even her voice sounding waterlogged.

Face it, Neets. It's hopeless. This isn't a movie, and he's in love with someone else. Who he's with.

Then why does he keep kissing me? Is he being mean? Is it funny? Does he pity-

She swallowed, looking over at her sister, her voice hoarse. "How was your night?"

[wizard_errant]

Dairine shrugs, sliding off her bed to join Nita on hers. "My stomach hurts a little and I'll be up all night, but it was okay. What's the matter?"

[wizard_alive]

C'mon Neets. You don't need to cry all over your sister with the mess you've made of things.

"Found out who Dread Pirate Roberts was."

She rubbed at her eyes again with the heel of her hand. "I still don't know if he was somehow.... trying to make me feel better, or what. You've seen all those movies."

[wizard_errant]

The kind of movies Dairine's seen all of very seldom have long explanations about kissing. "I've seen The Princess Bride," she hedges. "So who was it?"