[ It was... an isolated time. Not literally. There were no locked doors or constant moving for them - in fact, most of Kate's teenage years looked normal to most people who glanced over. Rebellious, perhaps, with the vices and the skipping class, but normal.
Looking a bit closer would be enough to see that, despite the others surrounding her, Kate only ever seemed to stick with Marc. That she never seemed to really talk more than a couple of words to most of the people who filled up the spaces around them. That she almost never seemed to speak with Marc - but when you can live in each other's head, what is the use in physically exerting the effort to speak?
It was all a delicate, easily shattered facade of trying to do the same things everyone else does. Of getting drunk at house parties and in parks, playing stupid games that ended with some overexcited boy's hand sneaking a bit too far up a thigh in the corner of someone's living room. Getting kicked out of school discos because your friends spiked the drinks while you smoked in the bathroom.
Kate probably would have gone to prom, if it was at all a thing. How long she would have lasted there, with the awkward dancing and chaperones she imagines... that would be another question entirely.
She tips the last shot down her throat and shakes her head clear of some of the fuzz. Not a lot of it. Just enough to straighten her vision for a bit. ] Prob'ly didn't miss much. [ She shrugs, but it's awkward and exaggerated when alcohol impairs every movement. ] Get drunk. Get kicked out. [ Do it all in something fancier than jeans and a hoodie.
Which sounds like shit honestly. She never liked dressing up even when she was getting paid for it. ]
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Looking a bit closer would be enough to see that, despite the others surrounding her, Kate only ever seemed to stick with Marc. That she never seemed to really talk more than a couple of words to most of the people who filled up the spaces around them. That she almost never seemed to speak with Marc - but when you can live in each other's head, what is the use in physically exerting the effort to speak?
It was all a delicate, easily shattered facade of trying to do the same things everyone else does. Of getting drunk at house parties and in parks, playing stupid games that ended with some overexcited boy's hand sneaking a bit too far up a thigh in the corner of someone's living room. Getting kicked out of school discos because your friends spiked the drinks while you smoked in the bathroom.
Kate probably would have gone to prom, if it was at all a thing. How long she would have lasted there, with the awkward dancing and chaperones she imagines... that would be another question entirely.
She tips the last shot down her throat and shakes her head clear of some of the fuzz. Not a lot of it. Just enough to straighten her vision for a bit. ] Prob'ly didn't miss much. [ She shrugs, but it's awkward and exaggerated when alcohol impairs every movement. ] Get drunk. Get kicked out. [ Do it all in something fancier than jeans and a hoodie.
Which sounds like shit honestly. She never liked dressing up even when she was getting paid for it. ]