Cath POV
Reagan reminds me of smoke. Not the pretty pine- scented campfire smoke either, the grimy, choking weed, cigarette, and pipe smoke- heavy and compressing. It isn't unpleasant, though. The smell reminds me that she's strong, an Amazon woman of this day and age, a Cleopatra for feminism. She is the big bad wolf, and nobody messes with her. I'm Little Red Riding Hood, and I trust her. "Cath!" The door banged against the wall, against the already chipped white paint, and slamming back into the door frame. I jumped. "Yeah?"
Her skinny jeans made their way into my line of vision, and I studied the faint green stain of paint on her black skinny jeans.
"We NEED to get out of here. Let's go swing from the church's monkey bars- or let's go find a fire alarm door to walk through by accident- or maybe we could jaywalk in a straight line right across town, and throw eggs at Gamma Kappa Epsilon?"
I blinked as the static film disappeared from my eyesight and I stopped looking at the screen of my laptop. "Are you okay?"
(You look worse than usual.)" What happened?" (Car accident maybe- plus a spill from a roof?)
"Don't tell me you're mad because from something one of your shady friend-boy-not-boy-friends did." (Please don't start complaining about another bad experience with a boy you knew full well was no good. Simon Snow would never be complained to about boy problems from Penelope. Then again, Reagan and Penelope are worlds apart- in every sense...)
"Cath? Are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry- what?"
"Cath!" Reagan's voice dropped a tad- and frowning, she spoke quieter- in an almost dull tone.
"All you ever do is think about Levi these days, and truthfully, all he does is think about you."
My mind raced to find a problem with the statement, which in itself, should have been worry enough. "Cath, you try to spend minimum amounts of time with Wren and me, and maximum amounts of time with Levi- who, for your information, hasn't talked to his family since summer." I blinked more. "That's not- that's not- good." I managed, a statement that sounded suspiciously close to a question. "No. Cath, it isn't good." Reagan sighed turning away, and kicking her combat boots onto her bed. "I'm taking a shower."
I blinked some more, watching her gather her clothes. I hate making decisions. Levi isn't a bad idea, and if he is because of me, and my fetus personality and social life, I'm fixing it. The only thing I know for sure is that we're a wonderful sort of parody, and I'm sticking to us. Us. I'm an idiot.
Reagan POV
Cath has a wonderful sense of sarcasm and a firm will to do whatever is in her best interest. However the things she thinks are in her best interest are always doing one or both of two things; causing her to become more secluded or causing her to be the complete opposite. Somehow that simple life works for her.
Levi POV
A star is so far away but we get enamored just looking at it. It's too powerful to be closer, though. More than a trillion small suns splatter the sky at night, and it's beautiful. Too bad some people can't see them through their strobe lights and tv screen and pollution. I miss home, and I think home misses me, and only me.
Wren POV
Jandro looks like a cougar. Dark and sleek and predatory, the graceful hunting feline. I think he could never be captured, and I have a feeling that's extremely good for me to think so.
Cath POV
I'll talk to Levi. I'll explain. I think that we need some sort of anchor, at least a harness for us to hover around reality- to truly enjoy it.
Thanks to Radhzzzzzz, bhem, and SofiaNoversa as well, you lovelies made my heart happy💝