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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 9:58 pm
Dani had permission to stay the weekend at Parker's apartment. This was pretty awesome, mostly because in the past she'd had to make arrangements to have a friend cover her while she stayed with Parker. Her dad still wasn't entirely in the know about the situation, but she'd had a frank discussion with her mother and they agreed that knowing exactly where she was during her stays with her boyfriend was better than not knowing. That aside, her mom had some leverage over her now, which she imagined was pretty awesome if you were the parent; Dani didn't actually want to deal with her dad being completely pissed at her, so she had to toe the line for the most part. It wasn't too bad, anyway.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she ran her fingers through her hair, wrinkling her nose as she flicked water out of the curls. The short hair was certainly an adjustment, and her parents had definitely raised their eyebrows about it, but she liked it just fine. More and more, in fact, the more she had it, and Parker certainly didn't have any complaints.
Nope, he didn't have any complaints at all. Smirking, she stretched her arms over her head, fingertips reaching for the ceiling.
It was gonna be a good day.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:31 am
Ah, Saturday. It was the slowest work day; no classes, no work at the shop. These factors combined to create the one work day where Tate could grab more than four hours of sleep--an excessive amount of sleep was hers for the taking, if she wanted it. And she did. She wanted twelve hours of sleep like burning. Fifteen hours of sleep would be okay, too. Actually, sleeping right up until thirty minutes before her shift at the cafe would have been ideal, although it never seemed to work out that way. Why weren't there more hours in the day? Maybe foldable hours that she could expand as needed to grab a nap between shifts? Anyway, she was off subject. Today was the worst Saturday she'd experience in recent memory, and that was why she was up at ten in the morning. Tate and various Tate-related paraphernalia sprawled over most of the couch, glowering at Parker's girlfriend.
It wasn't that she minded Dani. Whatever kept Parker less pissy, as far as she was concerned; sometimes it seemed like he needed to take a few Midol and turn off the Lifetime channel, if you asked Tate. Those times happened a lot less often when Dani was around to ground him. So, usually, Tate was willing to give them a pass when they were a bit loud. But when it was two in the morning--that was when she decided that one day, she was going to walk Parker to the fire escape blindfolded. Then, she was going to push him off.
In the meantime, though, since that wasn't an option, she settled for giving his girlfriend baleful looks over her breakfast-only-in-the-time-of-consumption of a devil's food cupcake.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 10:48 am
"That," Dani said, giving the cupcake a dirty look as though it had offended her and everything she stood for, "is a terrible excuse for a breakfast. I'm going to cook something for me and Parker, so you should have just waited a few minutes."
Because that was only the sensible thing to do. When you had someone around like Dani, who was amazing and health-conscious and totally awesome at cooking, why wouldn't you take advantage of when she so generously offered to cook? She figured it was a fair exchange for staying over, and aside from that, it meant that Parker actually ate well. Tate eating well was just a fringe benefit from where she was standing, because Dani liked Tate well enough and respected the fact that she and Parker were friends. (Once she'd gotten over being wildly jealous that Parker was living with a female, anyway.)
It was still kind of chilly, so she ran her hands up and down her arms as she surveyed Tate. A cupcake for breakfast? Really.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:16 pm
And the baleful look turned right out sour. Her cupcake was just ******** fine when you considered she'd gone to the effort of making it herself. There was a tray of them on a plate in the kitchen because she was definitely going to devour more of them when she was done with this one. Slowly, she peeled the wrapper from her cupcake and took another bite. "Chocolate releases endorphins," she said, as if to a particularly dumb child. "Endorphins ease pain and give you a mood boost. I have a wicked headache that even Motrin won't solve and if I were any more pissed off someone would be dead." Tate knew, she'd tried the Motrin and visions of pushing Parker off the fire escape were dancing like sugarplums in her throbbing head.
Extremely appealing sugarplums.
"You know what would make me less pissed off," asked Tate, her cheerful tone sounding more than a little forced. "It would make me less pissed off if I stopped finding you and Parker's hair in the shower."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 10:07 pm
Dani rolled her eyes. She knew very well that chocolate produced endorphins. And, as she had told Tate time and time again, so did exercise -- which was way better for you than eating chocolate, by the way! -- but did Tate bother listening to her? No. Tate was one of those girls who would rather exist comfortably within the exact same parameters she'd set for herself for her entire life, and she didn't want to listen to anybody unless they agreed with her.
(One might argue that Dani could recognize this because it was exactly how she was. She would not take that well.)
"If you existed on something other than coffee and hatred," she said dryly, "you might not have such horrible headaches. Caffeine overdose plus little sleep equals huge b***h, it's basic math."
Turning to the kitchen cupboards, she opened them up, peering inside to see what she wanted to make for breakfast. Parker and Tate basically never kept fresh fruit around, and that made for a really sad breakfast. Ugh.
At the comment about hair in the shower, however, she winced. "Yeah. Sorry, usually I totally get it, but we were in a hurry this morning."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:22 am
Exercise wasn't delicious.
(That was Tate's entire opinion on that.)
"Maybe it'd be easier for me to sleep if you and Parker weren't ******** all night," was Tate's opinion on that, because damnit she was a light sleeper and earplugs gave her a worse headache than the one she had now. And truly, her words were slightly uncharitable. Parker and Dani weren't as bad as she was making them out to be. They probably weren't going at it like rabbits. Probably they were very well-behaved. It just so happened that they tended to be, um... occupied... while she was trying to sleep. And then she couldn't sleep because jesus christ, they were a little loud, weren't they? By the time she'd gotten herself settled enough to sleep and felt like she could safely go to get her shower, the sun was rising, and Tate was no good at sleeping in the light.
Still. The point of the matter was, it was Dani and Parker's faults that she wasn't sleeping well. Tate took a defiantly large bite of her cupcake, and got up to go get another one.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:18 pm
Dani's expression cooled, and she turned slowly, powder blue eyebrows trying their best to merge with her hairline. There were no delusions between the two of them about exactly what happened between Dani and Parker when they A) entered the shower together or B) headed to bed together. Sex was a natural and really enjoyable part of a relationship, and Dani had actually been wondering why she'd ever thought that it was imperative to wait until she was out of high school to take her relationship with Parker to the next level.
(To be fair, it had taken him months to kiss her for the first time, so she could have reasonably expected to be like thirty by the time they finally slept together. Except then she'd almost died and he'd thought she was dead, and they'd just gotten carried away and, well. Dani was smart and safe and definitely knew what to do to keep herself that way, so as long as she was responsible there was nothing wrong with it. Not in her eyes, anyway.)
"Parker would be one smug b*****d if he heard you implying he could go all night," she said, tucking her arms around her waist and giving Tate a level look. "And, once again, I suggest you either get a boyfriend or invest in some earplugs. You don't seem to be very good at simple solutions to simple problems, though."
And she eyed the cupcake wrapper again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:30 pm
She didn't even offer Dani the basic respect of looking at her as she dropped her cupcake wrapper in the trash and picked up another one. They'd been over this part of the argument a few times. The first time, Tate had been a little embarrassed about it. But when it happened again, you know, she really... She'd been nice. "And I told you. A, I have no time to fit a boy into my schedule. B; Earplugs give me a bigger headache than sitting up listening to you two does. And C; whoa, gross. I don't need to know anything about what you and Parker do or how long he can go."
Still more concerned with her cupcakes, she shoved one half into her mouth and raised her hands to shoulder height. Air quotes, Tate? Really? She chewed her bite of cupcake and swallowed, then set her free hand on her hip.
Mature.
"If I was keeping you up for an hour after you went to sleep because I wanted to sleep with my boyfriend, you'd pitch a bitchfit." Tate gestured with her cupcake-holding hand. It was obscene, which she thought suited the situation. Why not be bitchy? She was tired, and Dani pretty much was a b***h. "Not like it'd be anything new, since you've always had more than your fair share of bitchflakes in the morning."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:02 pm
Dani was well aware that she wasn't the easier person to get along with. Though she chalked it up to people not being able to handle it when she told it like it was, on more than one occasion it had been mentioned that she came across as slightly more of a b***h than was socially acceptable. However, Tate pretty much made being a b***h a full-time job, and Dani was pretty sure she clocked in with overtime at the end of every week.
Needless to say, the look she was giving Tate was not pleasant.
"When you're ready to act like an adult and stop being such a b***h, you can let me know and we'll discuss whatever crawled up your butt and died."
With those mature parting words, she turned on her heel and headed out, irritated enough that she didn't even care that she forgot to pack her s**t up before she left. Oh well. She'd just get it from Parker later.
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