Smile Time A-3, After Classes

[thatsamilkshake]

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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[thatsamilkshake]

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.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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."

[thatsamilkshake]

"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."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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."

[thatsamilkshake]

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."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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."

[thatsamilkshake]

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

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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 . . .

[thatsamilkshake]

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.