Pixie Stix Cabin Roof [Sunday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy didn't know any dead people. Not well enough to get any visitors the last couple days, anyway, and for that she was grateful. Her live and kicking relatives were more than enough for her to deal with.

Or they had been. Right now, she was hearing so little from any of them, it was... weird. Tony was on an island in South East Asia doing some kind of voluntary crap, her mum had skipped off to Italy with no return date in sight (and had already been there a week before she decided to mention this, in a voicemail no less), and when it came to her dad... Who the fuck knew. Either way, it meant a quiet few weeks. She'd claim until the end of time she didn't care but... she was here, and they all seemed to be forgetting she even existed. It was a shitty feeling.

She didn't have much to unpack, and even if she had she wouldn't be in the mood to do anything about it right now, and just being in a small cabin with eight other people with nothing to distract her wasn't really her speed tonight. Like it ever was.

So, brooding. Sulking. Smoking. Whatever. On the roof. No dead relatives or friends necessary.

[[It's a roof, so, you know... ooopen, if anyone else would clamber up there. Or wants to talk at her from down below. I'm bored.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Or chlamydia." Actually, more likely. It was a drying amusing thought.

"They're all occupied all summer. Leaves me to my own devices. Can't complain."

Still didn't sound thrilled about being completely ignored, though, as used to it as she was. Always been the quiet one, while they focussed on Tony's latest stunt.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And yet, you're up here, brooding." She was brooding. He knew brooding. "You might not wanna complain but you're pissed."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This is me normally." Preferred to think of it as 'deep in thought' rather than brooding, but... Whatever. She was good at it.

Couldn't do anything about their busy lives without her, so she might as well bitch them out in her head and leave it at that.

"Told you, it's nothing important."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away, not feeling up to running into brick walls tonight with her.

"Fine, deal with it alone," he said flippantly. "I asked, I got denied. Whatever."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy sighed, already seeing this heading towards the same place it had earlier. "What were you asking then?" She'd missed the question in there, apparently. "Sure you've got free questions left. Use them if you want."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm not going to force you into answering questions like this," he said, irritated by the concept and not bothering to cover it up.

"I tried to hold a conversation with you about why you're up here," he reminded her, shaking his head, "and I got a 'it's nothing important.' That's bullshit and we both know it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly the end of the world, is it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then, sit here and brood," Alex said, already getting to his feet. "I didn't leave you to to your own devices though. I'm not your fucking family."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She half-formed a 'wait' as she turned to look at him, and abruptly halted herself before the sound came out.

A couple of moments later, she finally replaced it with a quiet, "I know." Much as they'd managed to argue about it already today. He didn't forget her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Alex stopped and looked at her quietly.

"Be nice if you remembered that sooner before deciding that I didn't need to give a damn," he finally said before heading to climb down off the roof and head back to his stupid cabin.