-1AN: Hey! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed before. And yay for Palexiot picking up on my Hex quote lol. And AscaDuin for telling me how to spell 'mum' in Canadian (mom) So, saw end of season 6, much almost Palex and actual Palex goodness, makes me love Degrassi more, they give you what you want! If only more shows did.

Anyway, this is like my post season 6 extravaganza although it's set after High Fidelity Part 1. I'll update soon, promise. And song is Complicated by Heavens to Betsy, check them out for riot grrrl goodness. Now, on with the show…

Complicated

Part 1

I don't know how to be good to you
You're too close and you know it too
Nobody has a good enough excuse
I'm just fucked up and so are you

We both had our downfalls. And our falling down's. I had my home life to fuck me up. She had her rape. We both had Degrassi and everything that came with it.

We're different but the same.

I closed up because it was the only way to survive. People meant problems and pain and talking about things I didn't want to talk about, so I pretty much avoided them. She gained everyone's respect and made them like her. She made it so people would want to be around her. I know this better than any of them.

But really, when we got down to it, we each had our walls. She had to learn that I wasn't going to hurt her. I had to learn how to talk to her, make decisions not just for myself.

The thing that made it hard though, was that I could tell when I was pushing things too far, moving too fast. It could be her breathing or the way she tensed or the little speck of fear deep in her eyes. I would know when to back off before she could even begin to voice her unease. I could read her better than I could myself.

I'm pretty sure she done the same for me. There'd be times when she'd see me in the hall, first thing in the morning, before I'd even had a chance to talk to her and she'd know. She wouldn't make me explain or ask for details, she'd just hug me. It was so simple. I'd never admitted I loved it when she hugged me, but she knew. She'd let me press my face into the crook of her neck and breath her in. I was ok there, I was safe.

We may have shared a lot, been similar but our differences were still significant. She had college, I had welfare. Hundreds of years of class conflict could never be beaten by me and my blonde cheerleading girlfriend.