Room 304, Sunday night

[chasingangela]

Angela was still blushing when she came up to her room after talking to Xander and Callisto at the brunch.

She also wondered exactly how stupid she had looked about the whole scrapbooking thing.

Sometime after she called Marty, though, she started giggling, and couldn't stop. It had been a very long week...

[OOC: Mostly for Marty, but if you need her, she's here.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After getting Angela's message Marty thought it might be best to visit Angela and face the music. He knocked on the door lightly.

"Angela?" he said in a small voice. "It's me."

[chasingangela]

Angela propped herself up on her pillows. "Come in," she called.

From her voice, she might have been laughing or crying as she spoke.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty winced and open the door slowly and poke his head through the opening. "Hi. Uh. Got your message."

[chasingangela]

"Hi," Angela said. She bit her lower lip, composing herself. "So, I heard a rumor at the brunch today. I heard some people say scrapbooking to mean --" She lowered her voice dramatically "--sex."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty did his best not to flail. "Well... yeah. I heard that too."

[chasingangela]

Angela nodded. "But you didn't know that when you said our hobby should be scrapbooking, right?" Her tone was mostly playful.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty seems to find the ceiling, floor and walls pretty interesting at the moment. "Um. Actually I did... but when I came in the other night I didn't want to say anything and hurt your feelings."

Marty's line of sight then seem to fixate on his shoes. "And I really did have fun with all those photos and stuff."

[chasingangela]

Angela realized how close Marty was to flailing and decided to let him off the hook. "It's fine. I was kind of overdue for public humiliation anyhow. And, yeah, it was neat to see the photos."

She started giggling. "What did you think when I first brought up scrapbooking in a group?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty let a tired grin cross his face and sat down on the bed next to Angela.

"Shocked. Not as shocked as when you mentioned how you wouldn't mind scrapbooking with other girls," Marty said with a chuckle, "And I'm not going to bring up the scrapbooking with other guys thing."

[chasingangela]

"It got even better. I talked to Rory about scrapbooking accessories," Angela said. "When I'm oblivious? I'm really oblivious."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty laughed. "So... what exactly was Rory's reaction to that? I assume there where either more flailing or euphenisms involved?"

[chasingangela]

Angela screwed up her face. "I think she was trying to be supportive?" she said. "LIke, she didn't want to seem to be judging us, or anything."

"Oh, and Xander said you weren't his type. I guess your kiss meant nothing to him."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty leaned back against the wall and laughed. "Well I'm betting there are some people out there having a good chuckle at our expense now. As for Xander? Well the kiss meant nothing to me either. Besides my type is usually female. With dyed red-hair in particular."

[chasingangela]

"And emo, right? Can't forget that," Angela said, squeezing Marty's hand. She let out a brief laugh. "At least I didn't leave a message about ferret scrapbooking for half the school."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty ran his thumb over Angela's hand. "I'm never going to live that ferret thing down. At least no one calls me ferret boy anymore. I'm sorry if I caused you any embarrassment for not telling you the whole euhpenism thing."

[chasingangela]

"It's okay seriously," Angela said. "I mean, so I was embarassed. I'll live."

During their conversation, she had slowly began to notice how haggard Marty seemed. "Are you going to be all right, really? I know Professor Dream shook you up, last fall."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty began to look uncomfortable. "Yeah... well I didn't get any sleep last night. I'm just afraid I'll get those dreams again and-"

Marty swallows the lump in his throat.

"I just don't want that to happen."

[chasingangela]

Angela sighed, then laid her head against his shoulder. "What did you dream, baby?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty closed his eyes. "It started off okay. I actually dreamed of good things. You. Hanging out with friends. Then... then I dreamed about the time I talked with Bristow about my old job and instead of Six being the target it was everyone I cared about."

Marty sighed heavily. "Then I was in a dark room and this person I couldn't see kept telling me that it wasn't over and that getting out was never that simple."

[chasingangela]

"Oh." Angela reached her arms around and began massaging Marty's shoulders. "Do you feel that way? I mean, awake, do you believe what he said was true?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"It's always something that I kept in the back of my mind, I guess," Marty said looking at the floor. "I've always hoped that it would go away somehow and I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore."

Marty rolled his neck around a bit to help with the massage. "That feels good."

[chasingangela]

"It's gone," Angela said soothingly. "You've been here for more than six months, right? And nobody's bothered you. You got out."

She hoped to god she was right.

"Do you think you could sleep if you stayed with me?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I hope so. I'm just so tired of worrying about it." Marty said nodding slightly. "I think if I stayed with you? It would help."

[chasingangela]

Angela tossed an oversized t-shirt at Marty. "C'mon. Sleepover time."

She held him closely as they curled into bed, hping she could somehow save him from his nightmares. Unfortunately, the idea of someone coming after him was now keeping her awake.

[FTB]