VM: Drowning pt. 2
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caty_did I meant to post all of the segments at once, but for some reason I failed at that. Here's the rest of Drowning, such as it is....
“He never really loved me. I like to think he did, but I know he didn’t.” Mac whispers into the darkness.
They’re both sitting on the floor of the bathroom, she against the wall, he curled around the toilet. He doesn’t respond but she didn’t expect him to. This was out of the ordinary for them, never mind how weird it was that they had an ordinary.
She’d found him drunk at some party that was being held in the bottom floor of her dorm building and she would’ve taken him straight home, but he’d reached the oh-so-attractive puking stage of intoxication, and she sure as hell wasn’t risking taking him in her car if he might throw up all over the upholstery. She had a feeling that he wouldn’t pay for it to be cleaned, even if she did explain that he’d helped buy the car in the first place.
So instead of taking him to the Grand, she led him to an empty bathroom. Tonight he neither goaded nor praised her. Mostly he threw up and wavered in and out of consciousness. If she were ever going to talk to him about Cassidy, this would be the time to do it. No way he’ll remember it tomorrow.
“He liked me, I’m sure, and once he told me he loved me. But you were right. He didn’t love me. Not really.
“They found my clothes you know. And all the bed sheets, and everything. All that stuff he took. It was in one of those little rooms with the ice and the vending machine. The one at the end of our hall. He did it to keep me in the room I guess. S-sometimes I like to think that he did it to keep me from seeing him for what he was, because he cared enough about me, but you know I usually think?”
Dick doesn’t move, doesn’t respond.
“Usually I think that he did it because if I had followed him I’d have seen, have known, and he really thought he could kill Veronica without anyone finding out, and he’d just keep going with his life.”
She’s biting her lip, trying not to cry. She tips her head up towards the ceiling.
“I just, I know that if Logan hadn’t gotten up there when he did, I know Cassidy would’ve gotten away with it. Blamed Aaron for Veronica, blamed Lucky for the plane. And, and he would’ve sat by me at her funeral, and he would’ve comforted me, and no one would ever know. But it’s a lot harder to cover up two murders. That’s why he had to make sure I stayed. So he wouldn’t have to kill me, and risk exposing himself.”
She rubs her hand over her face, and looks back over at Dick. He’s staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes.
She sniffles a little and swallows hard. “You ready to go?”
He nods.
“You gonna puke in my car?”
He shakes his head.
She stands up and helps him to his feet. He clings to her hand and doesn’t throw up once on the way to the car. She makes him ride with his head out the window anyway.
.....................................
“How’s the site coming?”
“It’s coming. Would you stop asking me that every ten seconds? Geez.” Mac grumbled.
Logan slunk down further into the couch and groaned. “It’s been, like, two hours. I’m bored.”
“Logan, you’re the one who put this off, you’re the one who needs this done, and I’m the one doing you a huge favor. So if you want this to get done in time you’re just going to have to be patient, got it?”
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly amused at her outburst, but he didn’t say another word. For ten whole minutes.
“How much lon-“
“Oh my God!” He smirked. “If you’re planning on keeping this up all night just leave. Walk in a straight line for a while. Maybe you’ll find a party.”
Just as Logan was opening his mouth to retort, Mac’s phone began to vibrate on the table. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. Marissa Tucker. “That’s weird. Some girl I tutored in Calc. last semester is calling me.”
Logan shrugged. “Answer it.”
She flipped the phone open. “Hello? Hey Marissa…what are you talking about…I think you have the wrong girl…because I’m not friends with any frat boys…”
Beside her Logan sat up. He knew exactly where this conversation was headed.
“Oh. Right. That frat boy. Um, we’re not exactly friends but I guess I can see where you’d get confused.” Her voice trailed off. “Wait he’s what? And you think I will?” Mac heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll be right there.” She slammed her phone shut and glared at Logan. “Not a word.”
He grinned. “About what? Someone calling you to come get Dick? Why on earth would I say something about that?”
“Look,” she said as she began to search around the room for her keys, “I wouldn’t go, but she said he’s super drunk and they’ve tried everything else to get him to leave short of calling campus police, but they can’t do that because of the underage drinking. Marissa remembered seeing me walking out of some party with him a few months ago. I think I’m pretty much their last ditch attempt.” She strode towards the door.
“Jesus. How drunk is he?”
“He took his shirt off and danced on a table. Also, and I’m pretty sure this is the main reason they want him gone, that guy from My Pretty Pony showed up and Dick’s harassing him with questions about his sex life.”
“Of course he is. You want me to come with?’
“Nah, it’s okay. I got it. Be right back.” And she was gone.
Logan folded his hands behind head and leaned back into the cushions. Girl hates boy. Boy hates girl. Girl helps boy anyway. He’s seen this one before. Hell, he’s lived this one before. Things had the potential to get very interesting.
Not twenty minutes later Dick stumbled into the suite followed by Mac. “Are you sure you don’t want the help of an ass es-ecsh-spert?”
“Positive.”
He mumbled something that sounded like “your loss” before weaving into his room and closing the door.
Mac dropped he purse on the coffee table and sat back down next Logan who just looked at her. “That was fast.”
She drew in an irritated breath. “Yep.”
“So what’d you have to do?”
“Swear you won’t tell?”
He nodded, intrigued.
“Nothing. I didn’t have to do anything. He saw me come into the room and he asked me ‘are we going home now?’ and I said ‘yes’ and he followed me to my car.”
Logan couldn’t quite keep the look of amusement off his face. Very interesting indeed.
...............................
You’ve been so bored without Veronica or Wallace or Parker, you’ve taken to parking yourself on our couch all day. Mostly you just talk to Logan but sometimes you talk to me, especially when the gaming system is on and you’re kicking my ass. Logan says you’re good for me, because every day you’re here is another day I spend sober. Right now, you’re standing on the balcony, on the phone with Veronica. You’re smiling, the sun catching in your hair, and for the first time I think maybe I want to kiss you even when I’m sober. I think that should probably scare me more than it does.
Logan’s out there now, trying to find out what’s going on with Ronnie, but being too big a pansy to ask for the phone. You catch my eye, roll yours towards the pansy, and laugh. It feels like a beginning.
“He never really loved me. I like to think he did, but I know he didn’t.” Mac whispers into the darkness.
They’re both sitting on the floor of the bathroom, she against the wall, he curled around the toilet. He doesn’t respond but she didn’t expect him to. This was out of the ordinary for them, never mind how weird it was that they had an ordinary.
She’d found him drunk at some party that was being held in the bottom floor of her dorm building and she would’ve taken him straight home, but he’d reached the oh-so-attractive puking stage of intoxication, and she sure as hell wasn’t risking taking him in her car if he might throw up all over the upholstery. She had a feeling that he wouldn’t pay for it to be cleaned, even if she did explain that he’d helped buy the car in the first place.
So instead of taking him to the Grand, she led him to an empty bathroom. Tonight he neither goaded nor praised her. Mostly he threw up and wavered in and out of consciousness. If she were ever going to talk to him about Cassidy, this would be the time to do it. No way he’ll remember it tomorrow.
“He liked me, I’m sure, and once he told me he loved me. But you were right. He didn’t love me. Not really.
“They found my clothes you know. And all the bed sheets, and everything. All that stuff he took. It was in one of those little rooms with the ice and the vending machine. The one at the end of our hall. He did it to keep me in the room I guess. S-sometimes I like to think that he did it to keep me from seeing him for what he was, because he cared enough about me, but you know I usually think?”
Dick doesn’t move, doesn’t respond.
“Usually I think that he did it because if I had followed him I’d have seen, have known, and he really thought he could kill Veronica without anyone finding out, and he’d just keep going with his life.”
She’s biting her lip, trying not to cry. She tips her head up towards the ceiling.
“I just, I know that if Logan hadn’t gotten up there when he did, I know Cassidy would’ve gotten away with it. Blamed Aaron for Veronica, blamed Lucky for the plane. And, and he would’ve sat by me at her funeral, and he would’ve comforted me, and no one would ever know. But it’s a lot harder to cover up two murders. That’s why he had to make sure I stayed. So he wouldn’t have to kill me, and risk exposing himself.”
She rubs her hand over her face, and looks back over at Dick. He’s staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes.
She sniffles a little and swallows hard. “You ready to go?”
He nods.
“You gonna puke in my car?”
He shakes his head.
She stands up and helps him to his feet. He clings to her hand and doesn’t throw up once on the way to the car. She makes him ride with his head out the window anyway.
.....................................
“How’s the site coming?”
“It’s coming. Would you stop asking me that every ten seconds? Geez.” Mac grumbled.
Logan slunk down further into the couch and groaned. “It’s been, like, two hours. I’m bored.”
“Logan, you’re the one who put this off, you’re the one who needs this done, and I’m the one doing you a huge favor. So if you want this to get done in time you’re just going to have to be patient, got it?”
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly amused at her outburst, but he didn’t say another word. For ten whole minutes.
“How much lon-“
“Oh my God!” He smirked. “If you’re planning on keeping this up all night just leave. Walk in a straight line for a while. Maybe you’ll find a party.”
Just as Logan was opening his mouth to retort, Mac’s phone began to vibrate on the table. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. Marissa Tucker. “That’s weird. Some girl I tutored in Calc. last semester is calling me.”
Logan shrugged. “Answer it.”
She flipped the phone open. “Hello? Hey Marissa…what are you talking about…I think you have the wrong girl…because I’m not friends with any frat boys…”
Beside her Logan sat up. He knew exactly where this conversation was headed.
“Oh. Right. That frat boy. Um, we’re not exactly friends but I guess I can see where you’d get confused.” Her voice trailed off. “Wait he’s what? And you think I will?” Mac heaved a sigh. “Fine. I’ll be right there.” She slammed her phone shut and glared at Logan. “Not a word.”
He grinned. “About what? Someone calling you to come get Dick? Why on earth would I say something about that?”
“Look,” she said as she began to search around the room for her keys, “I wouldn’t go, but she said he’s super drunk and they’ve tried everything else to get him to leave short of calling campus police, but they can’t do that because of the underage drinking. Marissa remembered seeing me walking out of some party with him a few months ago. I think I’m pretty much their last ditch attempt.” She strode towards the door.
“Jesus. How drunk is he?”
“He took his shirt off and danced on a table. Also, and I’m pretty sure this is the main reason they want him gone, that guy from My Pretty Pony showed up and Dick’s harassing him with questions about his sex life.”
“Of course he is. You want me to come with?’
“Nah, it’s okay. I got it. Be right back.” And she was gone.
Logan folded his hands behind head and leaned back into the cushions. Girl hates boy. Boy hates girl. Girl helps boy anyway. He’s seen this one before. Hell, he’s lived this one before. Things had the potential to get very interesting.
Not twenty minutes later Dick stumbled into the suite followed by Mac. “Are you sure you don’t want the help of an ass es-ecsh-spert?”
“Positive.”
He mumbled something that sounded like “your loss” before weaving into his room and closing the door.
Mac dropped he purse on the coffee table and sat back down next Logan who just looked at her. “That was fast.”
She drew in an irritated breath. “Yep.”
“So what’d you have to do?”
“Swear you won’t tell?”
He nodded, intrigued.
“Nothing. I didn’t have to do anything. He saw me come into the room and he asked me ‘are we going home now?’ and I said ‘yes’ and he followed me to my car.”
Logan couldn’t quite keep the look of amusement off his face. Very interesting indeed.
...............................
You’ve been so bored without Veronica or Wallace or Parker, you’ve taken to parking yourself on our couch all day. Mostly you just talk to Logan but sometimes you talk to me, especially when the gaming system is on and you’re kicking my ass. Logan says you’re good for me, because every day you’re here is another day I spend sober. Right now, you’re standing on the balcony, on the phone with Veronica. You’re smiling, the sun catching in your hair, and for the first time I think maybe I want to kiss you even when I’m sober. I think that should probably scare me more than it does.
Logan’s out there now, trying to find out what’s going on with Ronnie, but being too big a pansy to ask for the phone. You catch my eye, roll yours towards the pansy, and laugh. It feels like a beginning.
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Date: 2011-04-06 05:00 am (UTC)Also, ::loves:: And I would never have put Mac and Dick together!
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Date: 2011-04-06 05:22 am (UTC)