A/N: *sniffle* I love you Tumblr anon. Sucking up to the author never fails to get more updates. ^_^

When Kallie emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, she chuckled at the sight of Fiona sitting cross-legged on the bed, clothed in a white sleeveless top and shorts. Another person may have been angered or annoyed if someone went through their closet without their permission and borrowed clothes, but Kallie found it quite amusing. Even moreso since she would've thought Fiona would dislike what she was currently wearing even more than the flannel pjs that no doubt sat folded in the wardrobe now.

Fiona had her nose buried in a book of 19th century poetry, and looked up when she heard the girl's soft laughter. Her perplexed expression made the visual even more amusing to Kallie, who eventually contained herself. Next she spoke, gesturing behind herself at the hall door as she did so.

"You can use the bathroom now to get ready for bed. I'm just gonna see if I can't help salvage that dress of yours." At the mention of the dress Fiona's face fell a bit, making Kallie chuckle again. At least she now knew she was more important to Fiona than an outfit, though.

She slipped out of the room, pausing at the top of the stairs that lay just past her door. Gracefully, she sat on the polished wooden banister, sliding down it as she had been nearly every day since they moved to Toronto. Her previous dwellings had nearly all been large apartments, the only deviations from this pattern had been in Saskatoon and St. Johns, where she had lived in smallish bungalows. Toronto had been the first city where her house had been this large, and it was also the first place she had really called home since she was six.

Kallie found the muddied dress, loosely folded on the counter in the main floor bathroom. It looked to be in better shape than she had originally thought, only the bottom few inches actually had the mud on it, and it was still slightly damp. Quickly she found the tag, stitched inside the dress near the ribs. She skimmed through the washing instructions, groaning internally when she realized it was dry-clean only. That figures. Oh well, either way the bottom of it's pretty much trash. She scooped up the dress, laying the dirtied area in the sink, letting the water flow over it and wash away whatever mud possible. Five minutes later, only a trace amount of mud remained, which would later be all-but-completely removed.

She folded the dress over one arm, pushing open the bathroom door with the other and made her way back upstairs to Fiona, stopping only briefly to lay the dress out to dry on the dining room table that was rarely, if ever, used. The girl was already done preparing for bed by the time she arrived upstairs, the book of poetry once more opened in her lap; she was completely engrossed in it, not noticing Kallie's arrival. The brunette took that moment before Fi noticed her to observe her. Dark hair loosely cascaded around her porcelain face, her pale pink lips slightly parted as she murmured the words she read aloud. Kallie noticed now, with a smile, that Fiona had a gentle bridge of freckles across her nose. If it were possible, Fiona had to have been more beautiful without makeup than she was with it.

The girl in question looked up then, her, as always, intense eyes startling Kallie out of her near-trance. Rapidly she recovered, walking over to the other side of the bed and slipping into it and rolling over on her side to face Fiona, much like she had during their last impromptu sleepover.

"See anything interesting?" Fiona stared at her, mouth agape.

"W-what?" Kallie gave Fiona a curious smile and gestured to the book still lying in her lap, watching as Fiona followed her motion and shakily composed an answer. "Oh, that. Yeah. Lots of hum, old European stuff. Nice and… rhymey?" Try as she might, Kallie couldn't help but grin at Fiona's nervous response. As eloquent as she may be around most people, Kallie was quite partial to this side of Fiona she was sure very few really saw.

"Rhymey, huh? Well isn't that lovely, considering you're reading haikus."

"Oh… yeah. Right." She closed the book softly, setting it down on the side table. "Just so you know… I don't usually act this idiotic."

"I'd hope not; I'm kidding, of course. It's actually kind of cute."

"Cute?" Fiona questioned.

"Sure, in a puppy eating your shoe sort of way."

"Thanks… I think."

"Mhm." Kallie murmured, shutting her eyes briefly and lapsing into silence for nearly a minute before speaking again. "Fi, truth or dare?" She opened her eyes, silently observing as Fiona stared at the ceiling, mapping out the possible results for each option.

"Truth."

"What do you really think about me?"

"I thought you were supposed to start out with easy questions."

"Oh, come on, Fi. It's not exactly me asking you your opinion on string theory." She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine. Well… I don't really know where to begin. You're strange and distant sometimes, and sometimes you scare me. It's like you can… look through people and see everything. No, not everything.., but you see what people are feeling, you can see all these little things in each and every person and know stuff about them that maybe even they haven't known or accepted yet. It both terrifies me and breaks my heart because I know the only way a person can really see those things is if they've been through them themselves. I think that it's the same reason I feel like I've known you my entire life, too, because I swear you know everything about me and are still learning more every day. You might even know me better than me. But what do I know about you? I know your name, that your favourite colour is sea foam green and your favourite print is plaid, I know you're one of those rare people that loves both sides of the extreme in everything; movies, music, books, colours, people. And I know that your birthday is in almost exactly six days. I know you're a cat person. But I don't know that much else. And I suspect some things; for one, I suspect your parents must work constantly because you never talk about them, you never called anyone to let them know you'd be staying over that one time, and they're not here now. I suspect that something horrible has happened to you. I suspect that although you've never lied to me, you're not telling the truth about a lot of things, and I suspect I know the least about you out of our entire social circle. So it comes down to this: What do I think about you? Frankly Kallie, I think you have got to be the most strange, mysterious, fascinating thing I've ever encountered in my life. And you should know that's not a title you should take lightly." Fiona tilted her head towards Kallie as she finished her monologue, her gaze weary yet still as intense as it had been when she had first entered the room again. "Truth or Dare?"

Now it was Kallie's turn to try and find her voice, to stumble over her words so anxiously. "D-Dare."

"I dare you to start trying again. Whatever it was that made you stop, ignore it's memory and try."