Set 6.10.05 (John invites Natalie to his room)

A\N: Two for the same day, because well Natalie deserved one too.

Sixth: Belong

She went to Roxy.

Because she knew.

She was a Balsom.

Even if she wasn't really.

A little loud, a little brass.

She wasn't a Buchanan.

She wasn't quiet and subdued

She was all color and noise.

"So, what are you doing here?"

Stupid question.

"I live here, remember?"

And she could picture them.

"Right."

Down on the pier, sharing boardwalk fries.

"Actually, you got a minute so we can talk?"

And he wouldn't care that she ate them with mustard.

"Sure."

And she would fit.

She would belong.

"Could we do this in my room?"

She would be his.