She couldn't take her mind off her. Her pretty brown eyes, that flawless pale skin, and her perfect brown hair that all stuck in her mind like honey. "Something on your mind, sis?" Telling North would be a bad idea. That dick would end up telling York, which would amount too the same as yelling it over the ship's intercom for a week. "I'm fine" she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and went back to thinking about Connie. She really was stuck on her; her laugh, her smile, her awkward yet graceful walk. Fuck, she was never like this about anyone, why her? Aside from a drunken experience with 479er, she had never really done anything with a girl. "Whatever, you two would make a good couple." Shit! North had her figured out, and if he had then anyone could. In one swift movement, she was up from her couch and onto North's back, sending him flying into the wall. "What the fuck did you just say? What the fuck did you say!" rage filled her mind, and for a second she was picturing herself tearing out his throat. "Easy, South. Its fine, it's kind of obvious." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You like her, its obvious. Everyone knows, except her. And Wash, but he's kind of dumb when it comes to this." This was bullshit. Everyone knew? Why had nobody said anything? "Listen, I know you're not going to pay any attention to me, but at least give it a try. And please don't hate me." "Hate you for what?" as if she needed another excuse. "For this" he smiled, as he finished handcuffing her to the radiator. She took one look at it, before exploding in a mess of rage and 'fuck you's'. North managed to apologise between fits of laughter, and strolled out the room just as Connie walked in. "Hey, North said you wanted to talk to me about something." Of course he had. "Oh, that? It doesn't matter. It's fine." South garbled, feeling her face turn red. "He said it was pretty important." she was going too kill him. "and he said you needed me." definetly going too kill him. "It's fine. Can you help me with this?" she managed, pointing at her wrist and trying not to explode from embaressment. "Sure" CT replied, pulling out a bobby pin from her pocket and sliding it into the lock. She was quick, York had been teaching her, but it still meant they were pressed together for a few long, agonising seconds before she was freed. "North and Wash are training tonight, and York's on a job. So it's just us if you want to do something later." "I'm busy. Sorry." she wasn't, but it came as a natural response. If she was stuck alone with her for the evening, she might do something she would regret. This whole being in love thing was getting annoying. "Oh... Ok. I was going to say we could watch a movie or something." "You know what, fuck it. Sure, my report can wait. Just no crappy romance or you're on your own." did she really just agree to this? She would have to deal with it eventually, even if that meant fucking up.