Thursday night, room 304

[chasingangela]

So there had been more goodbyes and some post-goodbye recovery, and time to be emo and talk to Marty, Nadia and new boy JD on the roof. Angela was mostly happy to be alone with her thoughts as she laid back on her bed.

Feeling like she should at least do something mildly productive, she opened Marty's borrowed laptop and checked her

From: rmgraff@liberty.allegheny.k12.pa.edu
To: angela.chase@fandomhigh.net
Subject: This email thing

Hey Angelika -

So somebody gave our school, like, a ton of money and they decided to spend it getting this fancy computer lab. Everything here is all shiny and white and it reminds me of a hospital or spaceship. And Cherski's ex just got busted looking at the Swedish Bikini Team fan site. Mr. DiLeonardo's scalp is turning purple.

Ricky says hi and to let you know he has a boyfriend. He said "friend," but he totally blushes when he says his name, it's cute.

Anyhow, we are all seniors and you are not here and we miss you. Are you ever coming home? We had this whole breakthrough with talking again this summer but since then it's been, like, nothing. I guess the future is way more interesting than now? Say hi to Marty for me, he was cool.

Bye,

Rayanne

...and it reminded her of a whole new set of people she had to miss. She stared glumly out the window into the night.

[OOC: Mostly for Marty. This has been such an emo week.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty cocked an eyebrow and entered the room. "Hey. What's wrong? You still blue?"

[chasingangela]

"No," Angela said.

She is a very bad liar.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"You're doing a great acting job then," Marty said slipping up behind her and kissing the top of her head. "How about we get some cheesecake? That'll help your non-blue mood."

[chasingangela]

"Not in the mood," Angela muttered, moving slightly away from him.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, feeling she owed an explanation. "I got an email from home," she said.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gave Angela a look of concern mixed in with confusion. "Something bad?" he asked as he reached over to touch her shoulder.

[chasingangela]

"No," Angela said. "Not exactly. Just ... I'm not there and stuff is happening and I miss people. And then I feel guilty because I don't actually want to go home, you know?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty winced a little at that. "I think I can understand that. You want me to see if I can arrange a quick trip home this weekend for you?"

[chasingangela]

Angela arched an eyebrow. "Why would you need to arrange it for me? Like I'm some child."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm just trying to be nice," Marty said in a small defensive tone. "I didn't say you couldn't do it."

[chasingangela]

"But you implied it," Angela said sullenly. "But thank you. No. Maybe next weekend."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you give your Mom or Rayanne a call?" Marty suggested as he crossed his arms. "Maybe that would help that bad mood of yours."

[chasingangela]

Angela rolled her eyes. "Can't you just, like, let someone have a mood once a year without trying to solve all of her problems?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm just trying to be nice," Marty said with a small scowl. "If you want to be all cranky? Fine. Be that way. I'm sorry you're homesick but that doesn't mean you have to take it out on other people."

[chasingangela]

"I wasn't taking it out on you," Angela said. "I was just in here thinking and you come in. It's not like I demanded you visit and entertain me."

No, this wasn't terribly logical. Shhh.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"So I guess you wouldn't care if I just left then," Marty replied with a frustrated look.

[chasingangela]

Angela thought that as she sat back on the bed and crossed her arms, and the words came out of her mouth like they were an alien life form with their own intelligence. "Weren't you going to go buy junk food anyhow?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

Marty turned around and walked out of the room slamming the door as he went.

[chasingangela]

"FINE!," Angela hollered at the shut door, and tossed the first book that came to hand after it.

And then cried herself to sleep.