A/N: You should know now that, though this involves Skinny x Steven, they're not a part of my actual romantic plan. Steven was a person Skinny trusted throughout her travels, grew close with, and had a momentary one time 'we would be perfect together' thing, but then went their separate ways, understanding they would never be with the other. They each open the other's eyes to what they want in life and their own inner demons, but they are never TOGETHER. Does that make sense? This is an extension of that idea, after they parted ways a few entries ago (46. Two Roads) this happens... :] Then the revelation, and so on and so forth.
-Fallon
Variation #1: "Fall Apart"
51. Sport
"Steven Stone," She guffawed, kicking at a stone – how fitting – settled on the path.
"Pfff! What an uptight, arrogant asshole!"
King eyed her, skeptical, as she continued her rant down the trail.
"The nerve!" She broke off a branch from the overhang looming over the walkway, snapping it in time with her bitter remarks. "He thinks he's so utterly grand – he plays women for sport!"
You don't believe that.
"And what if I do, King?" She whirled on the bird, eyes racing with fury. "He was all 'oh, yeah, I wanna see you!' and then just…disappeared!" She crossed her arms, staring angrily at the road. "Rude."
It's been ten minutes since he left and you're already angry.
"I've had enough of your illogical nonsense, King," She huffed, settling herself on the dirt below, crossing her legs Indian-style.
I'm right.
"What of it?" She grimaced, admitting defeat. "It won't change the fact that he led me on and then left. Like they always do."
Ten minutes, Skinny, ten minutes!
"Time's irrelevant," She wouldn't look at the Pidgeot who was trotting in front of her, trying to steal her attention. "Men are always just waltzing into my life, doing with me whatever the hell they please, and then abandoning me like I was never even there at all! Well, I will not take it anymore! That's right, Skinny Hobbes has had it, she is changing her ways – no more of your love for the male species, Ms. Hobbes, we are now LESBIAN – yes, that's right, old girl, you heard me! Vaginas only! Men are nothing but Tepigs and trouble! Pack your bags, grab your gear, heterosexual Skinny has left the building!"
"Skinny?"
Oh shit.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Oh…h-hi, Steven…"
Ten minutes, fifty-three seconds.
"Shut up, King!"
