Room 323 [Tuesday, After Classes]

[comeoutwrong]

This was just exactly the reason that Effy avoided phone calls home, (except for the ones to Tony) like the plague. Couldn't manage one sodding five minute conversation without going off on one about something.



... "Now Elizabeth, it's important for you to remember, your mother and I still love each other--" Like she was five. Seriously.

"No, we don't." Her mother's quieter offering from the background.

"... No, that's right. We don't." At least they were being honest, right? Effy shook her head, even if they couldn't see that.

"And that's why you're leaving."

"That's why I'm leaving. That's why I am fucking out of here, woman." Ah, there was the yelling and swearing. Right on cue. They didn't even need her for this. "I am on a fucking plane, you're dead right.... So little imagination you have to shag my fucking boss. Could've fucked the turd from Tesco, but no--"

Didn't take much of that back and forth before Effy deliberately hung up and threw her phone down onto her bed and cranked up some music in the hope that might drown out her thoughts. Ten quid said it took them a good twenty minutes to even notice she wasn't on the line anymore.

Just when she thought she was four thousand miles away and they couldn't keep fucking with her emotions. Just fantastic.

[[NFB on the contents of the parental conversation, which once again was taken with some modification from Skins 3x05, because I can't just let her be yet. Door's cracked, and the post can be open, sure, if someone actually wants to deal with her emo.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll let you prove that," she said, grinning a little and sliding her arm further around his shoulders. Because, hey, like she was going to object to the proof. "And we'll see if you're right."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Just don't expect them early," he told her, trying to tug her a little closer to him now that things seemed back on an even keel. "You'll get them when I wake up."

Pop Tarts were not a 'get up early and cook' food for him. He saved that for when someone else was doing the cooking.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked, letting him pull her in. "I'll resist the urge the jump on you until you get up."

She knew how much she loved how Pandora always did that to her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And then you'll jump on me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and finally getting them back on the track they'd sort of derailed off of by kissing the corner of her mouth. "That sounds fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trust him to twist her (for once!) mostly innocent words.

"If you're lucky," she replied, with a brief grin. "Yeah."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He couldn't very well let her down and not twist her words, could he? Alex didn't like to miss opportunities like that.

"What happens if I'm not lucky?" he asked, moving to kiss the other corner of her mouth. "I get kicked out with no fun jumping until I come back with food?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Something like that." Something almost exactly like that, probably. But, power of being vague, she could always change her mind if she particularly wanted to.

"Sure there are ways you can up chances." Not that she was going to tell him what those ways were. He could figure them out all on his own.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll figure them out. Can't be that hard." Oh, it so could be that hard. She was the vaguest person he knew and she actually enjoyed it. Made it more dangerous.

"But that can wait till tomorrow," he decided and leaned in to kiss her this time, reclaiming the pace from earlier because that hadn't been bad at all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was also a vast world away from his anger of just a few minutes ago.

His attempts at increasing those chances could definitely be left for the morning, or certainly later. This would do her quite well for now, thanks.

He was right, she decided, as she curled her hand around the back of his neck and shifted closer. Wasn't bad at all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was an expert at extreme mood swings. She'd just been the tip of the proverbial iceberg and she'd dealt pretty well. If he gave those kind of compliments, he'd have been impressed.

"Pop Tarts tomorrow, exhaustion tonight?" he checked, already trying to nudge her backwards on her bed. He had plans, you see, big ones. Or, at least, lengthy ones. It'd been a long day.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"My sort of plan," she mumbled, and went to try and kiss him again, even as she was leaning back on the bed.

She could multitask and do both at once. Easy.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Agreement was always nice even if he'd been pretty sure she wouldn't have disagreed with something like that. Alex stayed close while she moved, crawling after her, mouth still on hers but giving her room to move.

The slowly accelerating pace still gave him a few moments to wonder how in the hell they'd gone from her issues to making out to his issues and back to making out in a pretty short time span.

Apparently conflict was a thing for the both of them.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

One way of dealing with things.

Or, not really dealing with things at all, but finding something better to replace those thoughts with.

Whatever. This was definitely better, and Effy was not about to complain. Might be obvious, that one, just by the way she was responding to his nudging.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Definitely better. It was so much easier to avoid and repress things when you could focus your energies into something better and they were pretty practiced at focusing it on each other.

Alex had never really met her roommate but he was pretty damn glad the kid was gone now so they could do this without an unknown time limit. So, he kept crawling after her, keeping close enough for a kiss before he just decided she was far enough and pushed one of her shoulders towards the bed. Gravity wasn't his friend right now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Gravity was at least working well enough, though, that when he pushed her down, down was where she was going to go. Not too fussed about that when there was a comfy mattress and pillows to flop back on.

And he couldn't stop her from trying to bring him down and closer with her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He couldn't and wouldn't stop her, nope. Alex settled himself on his side next to her, one leg wrapped around one of hers and one arm across her waist. That just made it a lot easier to get closer to her for more kissing. Or almost kissing. He got himself close enough to her until there was a bare minimum of space between them and stopped just so he could smile at her smugly, something he hadn't done in awhile.

Her bed was pretty comfortable. He really did give it high marks in those non existent bed rankings he had.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy paused when he did, a fraction away. "... What?"

For once, she wasn't quite sure what he was looking so fucking smug about.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What's what?" he replied, dropping the smugness in an attempt for innocence. Because he pulled that off really well.

There was some smugness for a few reasons and it easily covered up anything genuine he might have shown if smugness wasn't a default state.

He closed that last bit of distance and kissed her bottom lip lightly. "Confused about something, Effy?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not even dignifying that question with an answer. Not confused. Curious... maybe, yes.

"You can't pull off innocent," she informed him instead.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I can," he said and kissed her lip again before pulling back enough to try that innocent look again. "I can pull off anything."

Except innocent.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, smirking at that attempt. "Really can't," she assured him. "Cute, though."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You just call me cute?" he asked, amusement overtaking any want of arguing that he was not cute. "Cutely innocent."

Yeah, he didn't know either. He just ducked his head and kissed her chin this time. His brain was a little off track tonight, apparently.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Must be in a strange sort of mood. She'd expected some objection.

"Still not innocent." In her world, you didn't have to be both. She knew Alex a little too well to fall for that. Effy wasn't a complete moron, after all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd used up most of his objections and intent to argue earlier. He was kind of just going for relaxing and light now. Hoping for it, at least.

"You're cute too," he said, deciding that he'd never get her to think him innocent so he went for the other avenue. "Adorable, even."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, relatively good-naturedly. "I haven't even done anything," she pointed out.

At least she was calling him on it for a good reason. Or something.