thatsamilkshake | Smile Time A-3, After Classes

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Smile Time A-3, After Classes

Ah yes, classes. Those things that, with no mother around to insist Francine go to them when she just wanted to hide under her pillow until she died, or at least got dragged out by the police, didn't get gone to.

An emergency junk food stash under the bed and a bathroom not all that far from your alcove is a dangerous thing.

The curtain was so, so shut.

[OOC: Expecting two, open to cabinmates if you like but whoa, emo girl.]

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Oh, don't think Katchoo hadn't noticed Francine's absence from class today, or had a damned good guess at the reason why. It wasn't so much that she was making her way from the other side of the cabin as actually making her way into it, since most of the time she tried to avoid the rest of her cabinmates like the pla~~aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~gue.

She stood on the other side of the curtain and cleared her throat. "Hey, Francie."

"Chewie?" The voice was almost croaky enough to be her own, so there was a certain sort of logic about the fact that Francine had to ask. If you squinted.

"The one and only." Unless you counted the one from a galaxy far, far away who was like twice her size and far more hirsute and dead in the timelines of most of the people who knew him. "Can I come in?"

~~A MOON. A MOON WTF. WTF.~~

Francine sighed and pulled her head out from under the pillow. "Of course."

~~WTF SRSLY.~~

That was all the invitation Katchoo needed to duck in and squeeze her way into the alcove as close to Francine as she could get. "How've you been feeling?"

Francine looked up. "Can I just die now?"

"Sorry, no. There's a rule against that. You can tell me what's wrong, though, honey."

Kind of scary how easily that word came out.

Kind of scary how easily that made Francine's lip do that thing, and then waaaaaaaaah was back in full force. "Chuck. Sam. Radio. Pot brownies. Jail. Waaaah!"

Not that scary how the lip thing made Katchoo immediately try to hug the hell out of Francine, though. "Nobody is sending you to jail, Francie. They'll have to get through me first --"

Give it a second.

"He said that on the radio?"

"Pot brownies!" Francine wailed into her shoulder.

"Francine, calm down, okay?" Katchoo had to hug her a little tighter, and at the same time had to envy Francine for the fact that this constituted a crisis of cataclysmic proportions for her. "It's not the dumbest thing anyone's ever done, and --"

She could have phrased that better.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah!" Followed by, "It so is! And and and. Now everybody knows!"

Okay, maybe she'd have to kill Sam now. That would be tricky; it'd be hard to reach up and grab his face, but she probably shouldn't be doing that anyway.

Katchoo (and her increasingly soggy shoulder) reached up to stroke Francine's hair. "Not everybody listens to the radio, Francine. So not everybody knows, and it's still not the end of the world."

Sniff. "Maybe not everybody. But I could get in trouble." She'd be saying don't be mad at Sam if she could read Katchoo's mind, though. It was hardly his fault.

Eh, he was too tall to reach anyway, so no danger there. Much to Katchoo's regret.

"If you get in trouble for this, I'll raise hell. You're not the one who should be in trouble; you're not the one who went in planning to screw with people."

"I don't think..." Francine thought of what Dinah had said. "I don't think Chuck was planning to screw with people. He just didn't care that people got screwed."

Had Katchoo known that was what Dinah had said, she'd have pointed out that Dinah was as hopelessly naive as Francine in some ways. And therefore it was only a kilometer or so short of amazing that she didn't beat her head into the partition in frustration at that optimistic assessment.

Hers was, needless to say, far less generous.

"He took advantage of you, Francie. And Merlin. You don't get people to do something for you, knowing damn well they don't realize what they're doing, and get to get away without the blame."

Yeah well. That wasn't what Dinah had said. That was what Dinah had said through the filter of the tiny birds in Francine's brain.

"Oh, I know that." She did. "I just don't think he was purposely trying to be mean. He just wanted to have fun and doesn't give a crap if he hurts people."

Stupid frikkin' birds.

"He hurt you." Katchoo said it like she was biting each word off and spitting it for distance. "Nobody should get away with that and not be sorry about it, ever."

Francine shrugged, maybe the tiniest bit older and wiser. "He's Chuck Bass."

Substitute the name Darcy Parker, and Katchoo's opinion wouldn't change much. The name still encompassed it all as far as she was concerned.

"You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart," she said in a quiet rasp. "None of this was your fault."

Hell if she knew whether Francine would believe it at all, but . . .

Maybe the tiniest bit, but a bit that tiny wasn't going to stop her from a) continuing to worry about it, and b) trying to apologize to everybody who might have got hurt if it was her fault.

"I know," she kinda lied. She also kinda knew that as terrible things went, this wasn't up there with getting eaten by zombies, even if it had been her fault. It was just... one more thing, at the end of the day.

After a bit of sneaking to not upset any of the girls, Merlin knocked on the... bit of wood next to the door. "Francine?"

She sat up a bit and wiped at her face. It probably didn't really improve her appearance. "Hey. Come in."

Well, she was lucky that Merlin liked her anyway. Though, a shower wouldn't hurt...

"Are you feeling better?"

Since the last time he'd seen her? Since she'd texted him? "...I was." A little. "Did you hear the radio last night?"

"I missed it, actually." Merlin frowned. "Did he say something about you?"

"Sam said the thing about the brownies. Like, what was in them. On the air." Wow did he really not need to set off the hyperventilating again. "Now everybody knows!"

"Francine!" Well, Merlin was just wonderful at calming people down. He moved into the alcove, going to sit next to her on the bed. "It's alright."

That was... so not gonna help.

"It's not all right, it's illegal! I could get kicked out of school or arrested or somebody could call my mom!" That last one was possibly the scariest option. "Or all of that!"

"We could--we could talk to Lady Zoe perhaps? Clear it up?"

Francine's eyes went... well, as big as Merlin's ears. "Oh God, no! Then she'd definitely know. I mean maybe she missed radio or something!"

Yes, Francine, the Principal is as scatterbrained as you.

Merlin just... let her go with that one. "Is there anything I can do then?"

"Can you make me invisible?" she asked hopefully.

"...I've never tried."

That was promising! "They couldn't arrest me if I was invisible."

Merlin sighed and put an arm over her shoulders. "No one is going to arrest you."

Hopefully.

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