Not For Me. Not If It's You (Kate/Martina drabble)
Kate sighed as she flopped down on her bed.
"I'm really sorry, Kate," Martina whispered, worried she had overstepped.
"There's nothing to be sorry for," she said softly. "I'm perfectly willing, it's just... I have a lot of stuff due tomorrow that I haven't been able to start."
"Our handwriting is similar enough, right?"
Kate laughed. "I suppose so, huh?"
"I'll help. Give me some."
"It's the least I can do."
A knock on the door interrupted their soft staring contest.
"Is that Martina's voice I hear?" Jillson asked from behind the door.
Martina slid under the bed and Kate opened the door.
Jillson was a sorry sight, with bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and wrinkled clothing.
"Nope! Just me and Constance!" Kate exclaimed, pointing at Constance.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Martina breathed a sigh of relief and slid out from under the bed.
"Thank you so much. I owe you big time."
"No, you don't. It's fine. That's what girlfriends are for, right? I'll take care of you."
"It's rotten work," Martina muttered.
"Not for me. Not if it's you."