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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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You some sort of mind reader?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you're not, then you know what I let you know. If you are, we're gonna have some issues if you've kept that from me for this long."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Because they were so completely issue-free anyway.

"Can't dig around in your brain. Don't worry." And in truth, she wouldn't really want it that way. Where was the challenge in knowing everything you wanted to? "Your deep dark secrets are safe."

For this rare occasion, she was sensible enough not to mention other ways she might be able to find things out about him. Not like she used any of them anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, what makes you think you know me, then?" Alex wondered, glancing at her. "Just your everlasting confidence? Could be failing you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, partly that. The confidence (or, at least the illusion of such) was always a factor.

"Didn't say I knew every little thing," she pointed out, leaning back on her hands. "Just that throwing around so many vague terms, makes me think you're avoiding admitting something." And so was she when the situation was reversed.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've got nothing to admit," he said, shaking his head. "So, you're wrong there. Basing all your observations off semantics? That's a little weak, isn't it? I expected better."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So you don't remember me? At all." It seemed unlikely. That was simple logic. How often did people come down with amnesia in real life?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that," Alex said, slanting a look at her. "How did we go from you only knowing what I let you know to me not knowing you? That's a fucking leap, right there. Might wanna pay attention."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That was the throwaway comment that started this stupid debate." Well, it was. And it seemed it was somehow irritating them both. How they managed that, she had no idea.

"Maybe you are more forgetful than I thought. My mistake."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Alex was having trouble remembering what started this whole thing. That tended to happen when he got lost in his own head and couldn't see past his issues.

"Maybe I am," he said, perfectly happy to get his hackles up and get irritated at her. He hadn't come looking for an argument but they seemed find the two of them lately. "Or maybe you're just forgettable."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy sighed, rolling her eyes. "You come up here just to tell me that?" Invading her cabin roof solitude to be an ass. Nice.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I had a shit day. I wanted to see someone that didn't make me feel like shit," he said honestly. "If I wanted to start a fight, I'd go to the mainland and find a bar. Thinking highly of me still, I see."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

That unexpected honesty threw her off a little, and she quiet for several long moments.

"Walls lose their appeal?" At least that edge of irritation in her voice had been muted. The sarcasm wasn't going anywhere, though.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"There aren't any walls in the fucking cabins," Alex said, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm. "And I feel better if I hit some meathead, not some wall. Thanks for the checkup though."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Any time." Still a dose of sarcasm, although some truth was buried in there. Carefully buried in there. Honestly wasn't sure which of the two options was better. People who could hit back, or a rock-hard brick wall.

"So. How can I make things less shit today?" she said, stretching her legs out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he said and shrugged a shoulder. "What've you got to offer?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fuck all," Effy admitted. Honesty was going around. "Didnt think to bring anything fun up here. Got me, and my riveting chatter. That's it." And she was really such a talker.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Bummer," he said and sighed. "No mind, no one can make my life less shit right now. I've accepted that. It's how things go. Nothing good ever stays."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Which was shit, but the way things were. They were a cheery pair. "This at least better than brooding around on your own?" Misery loved company, or whatever the fuck that saying was.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I guess we'll see, right?" Well, they'd tried to get into an argument with each other and if that happened again, his answer would be different than right now.

"Something your brooding about?" he asked, glancing over at her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nothing important." Next to Alex's problems, her family were looking pretty good. "I'm just... Thinking."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"About?" he prompted, gesturing with one hand. "Come on, if I asked, it's important to me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Apparently mum's in Italy. Says Rome shits on Bristol from a height." It was obvious where Effy picked her language up from when you listened to her parents.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What's she doing in Italy?" he asked. "Vacation?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Looking for Italian men to screw, probably," Effy replied wryly. "Healthier than drugging herself stupid, I guess."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"My father would disagree," he said, actually moving to sit closer to her, until his arms brushed hers. "Spent the entirety of my childhood with a needle in his arm. Surprised he didn't try and share with me."

Alex looked over at her quietly and reached to brushed some of her hair back. She'd done the comfort thing last time she'd seen him, he could do it now. "Pissed she's in Italy?'