WonderousPlaceForAnEcho – don't worry I have no intention of putting them together. I really didn't plan for any sort of romance in this fic.
and thank you to my fabulous reviewers.
"Tired or hungry?" Cameron asked, when she and Remy arrived back at their house.
"No and no," Remy responded, flicking at her brand new lime green arm cast.
"You sure?" Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm grumpy, you don't like it, I get it." Remy said, throwing herself down on the couch.
"To be fair, your day hasn't exactly been the best," Cameron shrugged.
"Yup," Remy said, scratching around her cast.
"So, you cant go to school for the rest of the week, but your principal said you were still welcome to go to the dance," Cameron said. Remy sat up and looked at Cameron before releasing a breath.
"She told you," Remy groaned.
"I take it you don't want to go," Cameron asked.
"I don't know," Remy said, throwing herself back into a lying position.
"Well, I know you can't stand shopping, but we can get you a dress or whatever you want to wear." Cameron said.
"I can't go," Remy answered.
"You just said that you weren't sure if you wanted to go," Cameron said, growing confused. She could feel herself quickly becoming one of those parents who 'just doesn't get it'.
"Ben asked me, and I said I couldn't go. So, if I showed up and he still came I'd look like an asshole," Remy explained quickly.
"Ben, biology partner Ben?" Cameron asked. The boy had come over after school once last year to work on a volcano project. He was the only person Remy had ever invited home.
"Yeah, we're friends and we eat lunch together, so I don't know why he's asking me." Remy rubbed her stomach again.
"What's wrong with your stomach?" Cameron asked quickly.
"Nothing," Remy responded, "He's going to make our friendship awkward,"
"Maybe he asked you to go as friends," Cameron asked, she watched as Remy still rubbed her stomach.
"Well, I told him I couldn't anyhow, so situation averted." Remy groaned. Cameron stood up, and quickly pealed up the edge of Remy's shirt.
"Hey!" Remy shrieked, quickly pulling the material back down.
"Remy, you could have told me it hurt. We could have given you something for it at the hospital." Cameron said, heading into the kitchen.
"It's not a big deal, so she got one punch in." Remy curled up on her side.
Cameron came back with an ice pack and handed it to Remy.
"It's really bruised up," Cameron cringed.
"Chelsea is," Remy hesitated, "strong" she decided would be the best adjective.
"Keep ice on it," Cameron said, standing over Remy. Remy was holding onto the bottom of her shirt and glaring.
"So, what would be so wrong about going with Ben?" Cameron asked.
"What's wrong with not going. I don't want anything to change. I like our friendship the way it is." Remy responded. Cameron wondered if he was her only friend, but held back on asking.
"You never see him outside of school. Wouldn't it be fun to see him in a suit, and you could wear a dress and show your friends what your arms and legs look like," Cameron smirked.
"No," Remy shrugged.
"I always liked going just for the dresses. It was fun to see what everyone picked out." Cameron mused. Remy seemed to like that idea. She smiled as her eyes looked off to the ceiling.
"I don't want to," she finally shrugged.
"Worst case scenario, you don't like it and I come get you." Cameron pointed out.
"It's Sunday, I'd miss religious school." Remy said.
"Not unless the dance is in the morning," Cameron raised an eyebrow.
"True," Remy mumbled.
"Either way, missing a day isn't the end of the world." Cameron said, hoping she could get Remy into a dress and have some cute photos.
"You wouldn't mind if I didn't go?" Remy asked, sounding confused.
"Not at all, you know how I feel about religion, Rem." Cameron shrugged.
"You seemed so excited that I went," Remy said, still sounding skeptical.
"I liked that you found it interesting and were with other kids your age rather than hanging out with me all weekend." Cameron shrugged.
"Would you mind if I didn't go?" Remy asked.
"So you could go to the dance?" Cameron asked back.
"No, I mean in general. I don't want to go anymore. I feel like I'm wasting my time there," Remy said.
Cameron nodded. She wasn't sure if Remy was momentarily mad at god, had had enough, had turned to Cameron's side of religion and was taking her 'live like your dying and don't waste your time' advice, or really any of the other possibilities.
"I'd be okay with that, but I'm curious as to why you don't want to go anymore." Cameron said.
"I told you, it's wasted time," Remy said, sitting up again with the icepack pressed against her shirt.
"I think you can dig a little deeper." Cameron said.
"I know the bible. I get that my mom took it too far, but she still ruined it for me. I'm glad I went because there were things she said that I would have always believed with out it. But, the more I go the more I hate her and sometimes even god and that's not what religion is about." Remy said.
"Have you talked to your therapist about this?" Cameron asked, Remy's answer had sounded very thought out.
"A lot," Remy sighed.
"You still like her right?" Cameron asked.
"Yeah," Remy shrugged. Cameron wondered if Remy was getting done with therapy. She wasn't sure if she took her out if Remy would talk to her more or close up, but she figured she could sit on that decision for a while longer.
Besides, almost everyday brought more light to how screwed up Anne was and what she made Remy believe.
"I guess, we'll need a new Sunday morning routine," Cameron shrugged.
"Sleeping in!" Remy said, smiling.
"You're such a teenager," Cameron shook her head.
"House still thinks I'm a child." Remy shrugged.
"He is a child." Cameron shook her head.
"He told me you went on a date with him once," Remy smirked.
"He lies," Cameron denied. She also prayed that House didn't decide to share any other stories, especially stories about her friends with benefits relationship with Chase.
"So, fights, quitting religious school, lime green for your cast. Is this all you living your life to the fullest?" Cameron asked.
"Yup," Remy nodded proudly.
"So, don't you think if any inkling of you wants to go to the dance that you should go?" Cameron said, pushing her point. Remy groaned.
"You know, you could ask a date." Cameron said. Remy rarely mentioned boys, so Cameron didn't really know how Remy would react. She wasn't sure if she should be expecting an 'ew' or an 'omg that hottie from math!'.
"No, I couldn't," Remy blushed.
"Oh, there is someone you want to go with," Cameron laughed playfully.
"No, there isn't." Remy said, staring back down at her stomach.
"It takes guts and a lot of confidence to ask someone out. I'm sure your future date would be relieved that you did the asking." Cameron said, reaching out and tickling Remy's side.
"No," Remy shook her head, she moved away from Cameron on the couch in a fit of giggles.
"Can we get pizza for dinner?" Remy asked, changing the subject.
"Sure," Cameron shrugged. Remy smiled and grabbed for the TV remote. As she flipped channels Cameron stared off into space. Cameron focused on Remy's arm, the fight must have been bad. She couldn't believe this was Remy's second break in two years. Then again the first break probably made the arm weak enough to be broken again quite easily.
"You should call Chelsea." Cameron said, getting distracted by the bruising she could see as Remy's shirt rode up as she rubbed at her stomach.
"What!" Remy shrieked.
"Don't scream. It's a legitimate request." Cameron said, confused at Remy's outburst. And, moderately annoyed by the new shrieking thing that Remy had begun to do. Although, she was fairly certain it came along with being thirteen.
"You want me to ask Chelsea to the dance?" Remy looked horrified.
"No, where did you come up with that?" Cameron said, "I think you should apologize to her for the fight."
"Oh," Remy seemed to calm down. Cameron was still giving her a weird look.
"Stop staring at me," Remy said, standing up and still looking terrified.
"You know, some girls do take other girls to dances," Cameron said, pretty sure she was sounding too cryptic. But, she wasn't sure if Remy freaked out because she didn't like the idea of being gay or thought it was morally wrong, and she didn't want to bring anyone up with those beliefs.
"Not in middle school, I'd be dead meat." Remy said, wandering into the kitchen.
"I meant that hypothetically," Cameron said to herself in the empty room.
