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          being so distant from him hurt. honestly? these past few weeks had hurt her more than any physical pain she could have endured that night. when he had found her in that wreck of metal and glass -- because of course he fucking found her... this right now hurt more than anything. because right now she was in front of him and for the first time ever she was guarded and afraid. like truly fucking terrified of how much more he could hurt her. because the reality is even after he’d pulled back from her, and he had made that comment at that stupid party after she let that stupid boy inside her body. daniel had only made things more complicated and tense between them. but even though fez said what he said, and it hurt her like a blade in her already bruised and battered body -- she still watched him as his fist collided with the side of daniel’s face. she was sure there was a broken nose somewhere in that altercation. 

          the both of them knew she was a ‘to the fucking point’ kind of person. and she couldn’t wait for minutes of awkward silence to pass by before something was said that totally avoided the tension that engulfed them. she said what she said because the question was valid. she needed to know how he saw her, what he thought of her, if she was just a fucking whore to him. but if she was, why was he here then? his apologies feel rushed and her eyes glaze over momentarily as she questions if this conversation is even worth it. but she wants so badly to give him the chance to explain himself, to give her a perfectly good reason for his behaviour that night and for the weeks that had followed her accident. so she waits, and eventually he starts again. this time the pain in fez’s voice is discernible. her body tenses, something catches in her throat that makes it hard to speak. him? jealous? over her? what the fuck. 

     for some reason, her sister’s been extra distant. from cassie waking up at four in the morning and isolating herself in the bathroom to late hours where lexi doesn’t hear cassie get in until long after her computer’s been shut for the night, she’s been worried about the blonde. so much so that it’s been distracting her from her writing, but she tries to justify it to herself. doesn’t want to fall too far from reality, to slip away.

     on this particular morning, cassie is still in bed when the sun rises. it’s odd, but what’s even stranger is the feeling that comes over lexi. it’s like she knows that something is wrong, but can’t describe why or how. one look at cassie and lexi knows spending the day at home is a bad idea. fingers type against her phone’s keyboard, knowing exactly who she wants to see.

     maybe it’s part of the reason they get along. he’s been through his trauma, she’s been through her own-- but before the world even went to hell they were trying their best to survive. she’s been able to see he’s got a good heart from the beginning, though sometimes he can get on her last  nerve  with the ways he reminds her of nick. god, she hopes he never ends up like him. months together is equivalent to an eternity in this afterworld, and her fondness is proof.  i feel that.  she huffs out her nose, a kind of  laugh, and it isn’t meant to be disrespectful in such a serious talk, it’s just that, yeah.. his response is definitely something she’d expect from him.  yo, if you wanna talk ‘bout it-- i’m a good listener.

Ash waited for Fez outside of the police station. He knew neither of them would say shit, not without a lawyer. He wished he could smoke but right outside the police station would be a whole other level of stupid. At least Faye and Fez laid the groundwork for a decent cover story. They just needed to get their shit straight. He looked up at Fez as he walked out of the station, brows raised in an unspoken question as he walked swiftly away from the precinct beside his brother.

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something caught in the middle of a scoff and a laugh escapes her lips. the nervous laughter causing her usually solid bluff to falter. because there was an immediate response to that question she wasn’t about to give right now. “that’s a stupid question,” kat’s eagerly trying to avoid it but she just can’t. “like why would that even be a thing? like that would be kinda weird right?” her avoidance continues and at this point it’s just a defence mechanism. “i mean, i wouldn’t like... not smash if the opportunity ever came up.” 

Rollers in her bangs, nose strip still on, acne spot treatment practically freckled over her face she was mortified when she opened the door only to see Fez. It wasn’t like she could just slam the door in his face. Well, she could have but that would have been rude. “What are you-” she figured a heads up after hanging up the phone would have been warranted. Their pleasant conversations something that she had grown so used to. “It’s called self-care,” she recovered, her shoulders trying to roll back in a false stance of confidence. “I thought you were busy tonight.”