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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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"Yikes, that sucks," he laughed at her clumsiness. Not in a mean way, of course, but overall Cassie’s stories were pretty hilarious. She amused Nelson. "Well, now you know. You’re pretty—" He had meant to add an adjective to that, but it just wasn’t coming out of his mouth at the moment. "Yeah, you’re pretty," he concluded seconds later, feeling a little like a foolish loser. It was clear that he wasn’t alone in whatever he was feeling for Cassie, but it was still so hard to talk about it. Or come close to mentioned the topic, really.

Nelson took his index finger to his lips and shushed her. He changed the channel to MTV and held out his hand for her to get up from his couch. “You won’t fall,” he laughed and started moving awkwardly, purposely being worse than the regular badness of his dancing was. “I’m suck so much harder than you,” Nelson grinned. “Is that, uh, a serious offer?” The boy asked, stopping his dancing completely and just looking at her, piercing her pretty brown eyes with his own and biting on his lower lip gently. What were they going to do with themselves now? It was stupid of him to think she was being anything near serious, but Nelson still did, because he wanted it to be.

"Yup," he confirmed with a short nod. "You quoted him on essays? Cass, you’re a genius. I never thought of that," he tapped her shoulder as if congratulating her for her cleverness. The girl was pretty resourceful, which was something convenient in your academic career. "It doesn’t sound like my kinda thing at all," Nelson blinked. "Y—yeah," he stuttered. Before he could even take a deep breath, Cassie pressed her lips against his and he reciprocated, placing his arms around her just for closeness.

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She laughed as he paused, before shaking her head in response. "Well, uh, thanks. But I'm not that pretty. There are prettier girls than me." She said with a shrug - Not that she minded as much. She wasn't upset about it, or anything. She was just... Cassie. Nothing special, but she was good enough for herself, and that was all that really mattered, she guessed. "You're pretty too." She muttered, before a grin spread on her lips. "Or handsome. What do boys like to be called?" She asked, tilting her head to the side in question as she waited for a response, brushing a piece of loose hair from her face.

She took his hand as she stood up, her eyes focused more on the tv screen than the boy in front of her - It wasn't Cassie's fault. Maybe she was just a little too shy. "Do you.... Want it to be a serious offer?" She asked with raised eyebrows as she looked at him, biting her lip as she waited for a reply, looking up at him in anticipation.

"Yes I did - And so I've been told. I guess you could say that my middle name is genius." She said with a smile as she glanced over at him, running a hand through her hair. "Really? Why not?" She asked as she glanced across the room. As they kissed, Cassie wrapped her arms around Nelson's neck, leaning closer as she did so - This was nice. Really nice.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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"I— nothing!" Nelson interjected, still grinning like a pathetic fool, as Cassie went crazy with the questionnaire. "Your eyes are fine," he laughed. He might have been nervous on and off, but she made it easy when she let her own nervousness show like this. "What were you supposed to have said out loud, again?" He asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly. "You are, I mean. I’m charmed," he scratched his eyes as an excuse to not face Cassie, because he was sort of shy in this situation. Though only sometimes, when he was the one saying something instead of just answering.

"Do you wanna dance?" Nelson asked before he could stop himself, snorting at his own question. He had just told her he sucked at it. "Yes, it does. It tests your coordination," he pursed his lips together, amused, and tried to do it again. Again, he was terrible at it and ended up knocking over his own head. "Ow," he cried. Nelson felt so playful and joyful, it actually made him feel a little dumb as well. Hopefully Cassie would look past that and just appreciate it, because this was a new him. Almost completely new Nelson with the jokes and the chattiness even after having told her his darkest secret. That felt good.

"I read that for an English assignment once. It was pretty good," he nodded, interested. It wasn’t everyday he got to have an intellectual discussion with a pretty girl. "I like Oscar Wilde. Kinda cliché, I know, but I just do. He’s all satirical prose and has this way of criticising stuff that lives on to this day…" Nelson commented. Maybe he could re-read some of the man’s works, after all he didn’t have much to do in Pinedale. No homework, that was for sure. "I don’t know that one, what’s it about?" He asked, shifting in his seat. They were doing a lot of sitting down today. "Dunno, maybe? I’ve never watched it," he shrugged. "Whatever makes me happy, eh?" Nelson turned to face her, the TV being nothing more than white noise now that their conversation was rolling in all kinds of directions. "You know what makes me happy, like, other than weed…" he casually thought out loud. He’d listed their kiss as something that made him happy earlier on.

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"Are you sure? Because, seriously, sometimes they do this thing - I mean, it only happened once and I had lemon juice in my eye, but still." She hurried on, shrugging as he asked his question. "Uh.... I forgot." She said, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think of it. "Yeah, no, I forgot." She said again, re-justifying her sentence, or something of the sorts. "Really? Huh. That's good. I think. I never thought of myself a charmer." She said with a grin, looking towards the tv.

"Dance? Uh, sure. I mean, you know, I might fall over once or twice, but sure." She said with a nod, looking down towards the floor. "Oh. I have horrible co-ordination. Although I was always pretty good at tennis. Does that use co-ordination?" She asked with raised eyebrows, mulling it over - She wasn't the best, but she wasn't that bad. Cassie laughed as he hit his head, before rolling her eyes playfully. "Poor little Nelly." She said with a laugh, before running a hand through her hair, a small pout on her face. "You want me to kiss it all better?" She joked, nudging him with her elbow.

"Oscar Wilde, huh? He does like to say a lot of clever things, I'll admit. The amount of times I've quoted him in an essay is a little more than crazy." She grinned, leaning back towards the sofa. "It's about this woman who's turning twenty two and her life is pretty much falling apart. But she gets this email and it's like... An online website where she can give advice to people about stuff. It's a little weird, in a way. But it isn't as bad as it sounds, I swear." She promised, a small smile on her face. She raised her eyebrows as he spoke, before biting her lip. "That I do." She said with a nod, before looking up at him. "It's, uh, this, right?" She said in a quieter voice than before, before leaning closer, her lips on his faster than she registered what she was doing - She thought about pulling away for a moment, before deciding against it.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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Nelson grinned uncontrollably at that, his cheeks going from light pink to red in no time. Her charm. He knew a lot about that. Hopefully more than the Oliver guy did, but at the moment he was filled with so much glee that he didn’t even think about him with her. He was old, about twenty-five or so years old. “You’re— you’re pretty charming, I’d say,” he eventually managed to say. His mood and courage oscillated a lot when it came to Cassie. He desperately wanted to get that under control.

"Okay, we’ll see if I remember to Youtube those," he said. He would. Nelson’s memory never failed him, for good and for bad, and this would be no exception. The prospect of getting inside Cassie’s world was too thrilling for that. "I’m a way worse dancer than you are. No coordination at all," the blonde teased, trying to tap his head while circling his stomach with his other hand rather unsuccessfully. "See? I suck." He reassured, still smiling at the topic.

"Me neither, it’s just the first place that popped into my head," Nelson let out a shrug. "Oh, so you like to read? What’s your favourite book?" He asked in honest curiosity. He was an occasional reader himself, but he kept that on the low in order to not seem pompous. He liked the classics and whenever he’d mentioned that in the past, he’d sounded so pretentious. "That’s fine by me. Mi casa és tu casa," he smiled politely, feeling his heart race in his chest at the idea of more time together. What a stupid feeling, this one was. "I don’t, but smoking still feels good," he tried to explain and found it made no sense whatsoever. Thank god he didn’t do it often. "I don’t know what I was going to say…" Nelson chuckled awkwardly, looking around the room in order to avoid her eyes.

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"What? Why are you smiling? What did I do?" She asked with an unsure voice, her eyebrows raised in question. "Did I do something weird? Did I say something out loud? It might have been something with my eye - My eye does this thing, or used to anyway, well-" She started, before stopping with a sigh. If only she could learn to shut up. "Oh? Really? Well, I never would have though so." She said with a genuine shrug, her response genuine.

"I hope you do." She said with a nod of her head, shrugging ever so slightly. "That's not true. I'm horrible. It's like... Well, I don't know. I'm just terrible." She muttered, before laughing as he demonstrated his non-existent co-ordination. "That doesn't prove anything. I'm pretty sure that half of the population of the world can do that. Maybe even more." She said with a grin, pushing a loose hair behind her ear.

"That I do. Uh.... I don't know. I always like A Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It's just... Nice. But a more modern book? Wife 22. It's kind of good. I don't know if you would like it, though." She said, before rethinking it - She didn't think that he would smoke joints, yet he did that. Maybe he would like it. The blonde in front of her seemed to be full of enough surprises to last a life time. "Isn't that a movie? And, obviously a Spanish saying, but also a movie." She said with a nod. "Maybe it does. I wouldn't know. I guess you should just do whatever makes you happy." She said with a shrug. "Uh, that sucks, I guess." She said with a small smile as she looked up at the tv, her lips pursed.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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"If you say so…" Nelson shrugged. He did care though, about this he did. Oliver had told him he was the Master. Whether it was a shitty attempt at humour or the most honest of truths, the blonde wasn’t sure and that was why he couldn’t risk worrying Cassie over nothing. Especially if she liked the dude. "He asked a bunch of questions about my personal life," he simply said. "Like, we all here got a secret and he wanted to know mine so bad I almost ran into the woods," Nelson added. The trust he had in Cassie was dangerous. Since when was he one of those people who couldn’t shut up even if they tried?

There he sat, watching Bones on Fox with a pretty girl he had kissed earlier in the afternoon. There the two of them went again, playing Scrabble with their feelings, using metaphors and half sentences to describe them. Nelson was enjoying himself. He appreciated a good mind game, if he was going to be honest. Whatever this was, it was making him more happy than depressed and for that he was very thankful. “Any song in particular?” The boy asked with a smile. It could be code for anything she wanted, this was her shot.

"I do, but I don’t buy adult things. I buy what an 8 year old begs their mom to buy when they go to Target or whatever," Nelson laughed along with her. Pizza, all kinds of soda, chocolate. Absolutely nothing healthy had gone in his bag. Cassie could laugh all she wanted, he would never be offended. In fact, he sort of liked it. "I can cook some kickass pasta. You should try it sometime!" He suggested in a casual tone that still managed to scream date night. “Yeah, it kills all your brain cells. I don’t do it everyday. More like once a month, really,” the blonde specified. Why the hell was he so worried about what she thought? Okay, he knew why all too well, but it was still a question in his head. “Yeah, I…” Nelson started but trailed off quickly enough. Such games they were playing.

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"Oh. Yeah, it was kind of like that with me, but I managed to avoid it with my excellent charm." She joked, sitting more upright as she did so - It was true, though. She didn't mind too much, though, considering how she managed to leave pretty easily. He didn't seem too bad, but something about him did seem to really irk Nelson. "Maybe he wanted to know for a reason." She said with a simple shrug, looking off to the side.

"I guess I kind of like walking disasters. That and kill the director, but it's more something that I dance to when no one's around." She said with a grin - She was always a bad dancer, but she couldn't help it. She always danced, especially when she was younger, and she always loved to listen to music. It was something that she guessed she got from her mom, who was always humming a tune, no matter the situation - Or at least it was like that when she was younger.

"I haven't been to target in forever." Cassie said with a loud sigh, shaking her head. "I'm more of the Barnes and Noble kind." She said with a smile, beginning to play with the ends of her hair, her eyes still toward Nelson. "I should. Sometime." She muttered, a small smile spreading on her face. "Sometime soon, I would hope." She said with raised eyebrows - She was only joking, of course. She didn't want to stay for longer than she was welcoming, but there was a little truth it. She did want to see him again, soon, after she left. "Oh. Wow. Who doesn't want dead braincells, huh?" She asked with raised eyebrows, a small smile on her face. It was probably why a few people at her own school were so stupid. But Nelson wasn't stupid - From what she'd heard so far, he was extremely clever. "You..." She looked at him expectantly, her eyebrows raised. "You what?"

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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"I can’t quite put my finger on it, Cass," he sighed. Nelson didn’t know how to explain it to her without the concrete examples. The kicking the trash can, the invasive questions, the bullshit dancer story. "Do you like him?" He asked. It didn’t mean he thought she liked him like he apparently did her. It just meant if they were friends, Cassie and Oliver, there would be some limitations in what he could and couldn’t say about the dude. He’d rather not hurt her, and since he had better stuff to do than talk trash on the guy, he wouldn’t. It was that easy.

Nelson cocked his blonde eyebrow. “That my day was great after the.. thing?” It seemed like they were both over specifying whatever they were trying to say, instead settling by trying to get there alone. Funnily enough, they seemed to understand what the other was saying almost everytime. It was a rare kind of connection Nelson never expected to have with anyone. The one that came in the movies and TV shows. The one between Bones and Booth, actually. “Yeah, it’s a fun show,” he said. “I got no idea who those guys are, really. Sorry,” Nelson gave her a sheepish smile. He hated not knowing things.

"I’m 18. I’m supposed to be an adult, people here were so surprised when I told them I didn’t know how to shop for groceries alone and, er, paint walls," he blabbed away. It was unusual of him, but the topic got to him in the most natural of ways. He was sick and tired of his mom walking on eggshells around him, making Nelson feel more helpless, like the fact that he shoved his brother down some stairs wasn’t enough. "I still feel like I’m 14, so I get what your dad’s saying," he smiled sadly. "I don’t know about fun, it was more like liberating. You don’t have to think about anything, just bullshit," he told her. Pot was amazing, it blocked the noise and with Nelson, it was a lot of bruise inside his head, all the time. "Yeah, I’m kinda glad it happened," he said, a little braver.

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"Uh, he's not that bad." She said with a shrug, biting down on her lip. "Why don't you like him?" She pushed, leaning forward slightly, awaiting an answer. She would get one in the end if he wouldn't give her one now, and she knew it. "I mean, he's a little weird, but he's nice." She said with a genuine smile, her hands on her lap as she awaited an answer.

"Ah, yes, that I do know." She said with a nod, holding back a giggle - The thing. Of all things to call it. Not that any of her ideas were any better, hell, she had none, and she didn't exactly want to say it aloud. It was weird, if anything. But it was funny, too. She felt like she was in elementary school all over again. "Are you serious? They're awesome. You should totally listen to them sometime." She said with a grin, nodding enthusiastically at the suggestion she had made.

"You don't know how to shop for groceries alone?" She asked, her eyebrows raised, before snickering ever so slightly. "Sorry, no, not funny. Well, it is a little funny - Whatever. There are 30 year old in the world who don't know how to cook their own meal, or anything." She said with a shrug - Her friends' dad was like that. She lived with her grandparents and her parents - It was weird. Whenever Cassie went round her house, it was like a whole family reunion or something. "Yeah, but, it's... It's bad for you. Right?" She would rather have a non-liberating life and be safe than be on her death bed at the age of thirty something after living through all of the 'liberating' things in life. She had never been one to go out an explore everything about life, or get high on an adrenaline rush. She always played it safe, which she sometimes regretted. "You and I both." She said as she looked down in embarrassment, before clearing her throat slightly, in attempts to remove the scarlet from her ever-brightening cheeks.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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"He really hates me, by the way," Nelson cringed at the thought of the older guy kicking a trash can just so he wouldn’t kick him. What a psycho. Then again, so was Nelly. Murderer of step-brothers was probably going to be written on his grave or something. How dare he judge somebody else? Even so, Oliver had been intrusive and rude. Somebody needed to teach him some manners for sure. "Something’s off about him," he said out loud as he reached that conclusion mentally.

The blonde chuckled fondly at Cassie. “Well, yeah, now you know,” he muttered awkwardly. It was obvious to Nelson in that moment that they were never going to talk about anything in concrete. Instead, they would walk in circles around it and interpret things their own way. It could potentially ruin their something but then again, what was Nelson looking for here? He didn’t know. This method seemed safe enough. “Okay, so let’s change to Fox,” the boy reached for the remote control and dialled the numbers. “Look, Bones. You like Bones?” He asked. The TV channel they were watching was completely irrelevant to him, he just wanted to be next to her. “Right now? I’m liking Kid Cudi and Haim. Red Eye,” he told her. It was a song about being lost (and high). Nelson had it on repeat for three days when it first came out. “What’s yours?”

"I love the States, ya know? Always thought I’d settle down there in adulthood," Nelson confessed melancholy. It hit him sometimes that they would never go through the wonderful trials and tribulations of post-college graduation unemployment. "Sometimes, yeah. I’m a normal guy back home. I guess you should know that," he sighed. It disappointed him to remember how hard he tried not to fit in exactly, but to blend in. "It’s been one of the best days ever, I gotta say," he scratched his nose with his thumb, looking at her.

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"What? Why?" She questioned, looking at him in confusion. She didn't really think that anyone could dislike Asher, let alone hate the guy. For her, friends came easy enough, so that's probably why it was so unbelievable. She kept opinions to herself, agreed with others and did what she was told. No reason to be hated at all.

"I know? What do I know?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, and an almost smirk on her face. It was funny, really. The situation that they were in. "Bones is good." She said with a nod, shrugging ever so slightly. "Do you like Bones?" She asked as she turned to him. "Sad to say that I don't like them that much. I'm more for people like the wombats, or something." She said with a smile, thinking about the band. It was good - She had even been to a concert or two of theirs.

"Yeah, I know. Adulthood... Seems like such a long time away. According to my dad, you never really feel like you've grown up." She said with a sad smile. He had said it when her mom was still around, and she had actually listened, for once. She was never one to listen to the advice her parents told her, since it was exactly that great, but some things were always going to be worth remembering. "Oh. Wow. Is it fun?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows. She didn't really want to hear that much about - Joints and other things such as joints were not her thing, but she was quite curious, nevertheless. "Oh. Uh, really? Well, uh," She was about to add something about 'how about I make it even better?', but her nerves got the better of her, and she ended it with just; "That's nice."

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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Nelson chuckled. “I’ve never been inside anyone else’s property in Pinedale,” he reflected. The boy hadn’t made many friends either, even though these two girls (Caroline and Annabelle) had trusted him with their secrets. He couldn’t see himself relying on someone so easily. Someone who wasn’t Cassie, that is. The girl inspired trust from moment one. Nelson felt like they were friends immediately, which was a rare thing to happen with him. She was lucky. Better yet, she was incredible.

"Cass," he said as if it was some sort of warning. "I kissed you. There’s no way I’d do something like that against my own free will," Nelson carried on. He wanted to make her see that he liked her and he wanted to talk about it, because it felt like they should, but words were hard to come by for him. He knew it had sounded a little rude, maybe even imposing, but that was the best he could do given the situation. "Anytime," he replied simply, returning the smile. "Sometimes when I’m really bored, I watch Vh1. Music videos make time go by twice as fast," Nelson chuckled, drumming his fingers on his knee as some Aretha Franklin song played on the music channel.

The blonde nodded. “Yeah, me too. I liked war stuff too, like, what made each country mad at the other and why the USA’s always involved,” he laughed at that. The United States of America were in it for the money, obviously, and often dragged Candian army along with them. “This is gonna sound ridiculous but…” he scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “Nothing really makes me happy. Maybe smoking a joint or… er, kissing you made me pretty happy.” He said, letting out a deep sigh and looking at Cassie expectantly.

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"Oh, well, I have. I mean, obviously. Because of the tea thing with the Oliver guy." The only thing that she found weird about him, so far, was that he was so... She didn't know how to put it, though. Maybe trusting and expectant. It seemed like the only reason he invited her over was, well, for none at all, really. But it did seem like he wanted her to say something about her life, which she wasn't willing to do at that moment in time.

"Nelson," She said in the same voice, her eyebrows raised as he spoke. "Right, yes, I get it. I just... Needed to make sure, or something like that." She sad with a shrug. She didn't know how to feel about talking about this stuff; She was more for one of doing something and then never talking about it again unless forced too. And even then she would probably make up some excuse or hide behind her hair. As much as she wanted to be, she wasn't one for talking about her feelings. "Oh, really? They kind of bore me, depending on how... Boring they are." She started, shaking her head at how she ended her sentence. She really didn't think that one through. "I'm more for crime things. Like NCIS or Criminal Minds or something. And also comedies." She said with a grin, before tilted her head to the side in question. "What's your favourite song?"

"Oh, I know what you mean. The USA has to get involved in everything, I swear." She said with a loud sigh. "You, uh, smoke joints?" She looked at him in confusion - She didn't think he would be the type. But then again, you never really knew a person, until, well, ever. "Oh. Uh, yeah, kissing you made me pretty happy too." She cleared her throat - Was this awkward? Or embarrassing? Or should she feel totally okay with it? There was no telling anymore.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

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Nelson led the way to his bungalow, almost not believing that Cassie had accepted to come with him. He was still internally stressing out over the fact that she could be thinking that he was thinking they were going to do things. Together. The blonde was far from knowing what he wanted, but kissing her had been one of those things he never knew he desired and it had been accomplished. He inserted the key on the lock and turned it, opening the door to reveal a small living room. The light coloured wood on the coffee table matched the tones of the rest of the furniture, making it look plain and like a hotel room. Only the red cushions popped on the eye. “Looks like any other, I guess,” Nelson shrugged his shoulders, but still smiled at her compliment.

The blonde flushed at her question. There went Cassie again, blabbing a lot. He liked it, it blocked the noise in his mind (in the best way possible). “You know how my day went, you were there whenever… something happened,” Nelson replied, reliving their kiss in his head. He would do it again, probably forever. “It’s been one of the best days ever,” he added, biting his lower lip. She had mentioned it being attractive, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose. That was just his reflex. “How was your day?” The blonde asked just to be polite. He grabbed his remote control and sat at the couch. “You can sit, ya know?” He smiled. Nelson was still pretty nervous, but it didn’t show as much. Cassie was easy to be around, easy to like. She was also easy to want to please. “What do you wanna watch?”

As they sat there with the TV on, he kept his eyes on whatever was playing, but he still listened to the girl. “You mean like, intellectually? I’m into History and Geography,” he said. “I guess I just like what I was good at in school,” he shrugged, still eyeing the TV. “You know that’s not true,” Nelson shook his head and turned to Cassie. “I told you something I’ve never told anyone before. The only people who know are the ones who were there,” he pursed his lips together. It still made him uncomfortable. The guilt wasn’t going away any time soon, no matter how liberating telling her had been.

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"No, I know, but it's still different. I don't know how to explain." She muttered as she sighed in frustration. Explaining never came easy for the girl, but she did try her best. She was a lot better at pointing things out and hoping that whoever she pointed it out too would understand and not question. It rarely worked that way, but close enough was, to her, good enough.

"Well, yeah, that's true. But it's not like I was you. For all I know, you could have hated and pretended not to mind." She backed herself up, before smiling slightly. "Well, that's good. I'm glad your day was great." She said with a nod, before answering his question; "My day was awesome. Uh, thanks for asking." She said with a small smile, before joining him on the couch after he pointed out that she could sit. "Right, yes, I know. And I don't mind. Anything - I'm not really that picky." Cassie said with a shrug - At home, she rarely ever watched tv. Mainly because it was broken, but same difference. However, when she did get the chance she was always one for CSI or NCIS. It was something about crime shows that intrigued her.

"I liked History. My favourite was learning about the different cultures." It was true - It's always nice to know that there were things before that were totally different to this. It gave hope that things might change, too. Not that anything was extremely bad, but she did have to admit that it could have been better. "Yeah, but that doesn't count. I mean things that make you happy." She said as she glanced over at him, her eyes flicking from the tv to him.

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The After Party || Nelson & Cassie

Cassie smiled at Nelson as they arrived at his little bungalow - It was a pretty place, the bungalow was. They all looked the same yet they all had a different atmosphere. It was a little weird, if anything. But his... It was nice. Cozy and comforting, if anything. "Nice place." She mumbled as they walked through the door, her hand sliding across the door frame. Hers was a little less crowded though - She had always preferred things to be neat and tidy, and she had always been thinking that she may have had some sort of OCD, even if it was only slight. She did get stressed out about things that weren't orderly, though, so she figured that that's how she associated OCD with herself. It was nothing too bad, though, and it didn't take over her life like she heard that in cases, it did for some other people.

"How... How was your day?" She asked, unsure of how to make conversation. The rest of that day was a blur, including the kiss - Yet she could still see it clearly in her head. It was just all mixed up nowadays - And she felt like she had to make up more conversation to make up for the lack of whatever else. She wondered what they were going to do here anyway - She knew it probably wasn't going to be anything other than talking and watching TV, or something, but still. Curiosity had killed the cat, so she was probably better off not asking about it. "I mean, well, I kind of know how your day was. Kind of." She said with a shrug, before shaking her head. Why did she carry on talking after asking a question? That always baffled her, but she couldn't help it. The brunette felt as if she had to justify everything she said with some back up statement.

Cassie wondered when it would get to the point that they would actually go to the library and do anything about the whole astronomy thing. It was weird - She never really committed to things and stayed on track with them, so part of her doubted that they would ever go. "What do you like?" She asked after a while, running a hand through her hair as she looked around the place. "Since you know I like astronomy. And I know that you like, uh, other stuff. You have an unfair advantage here." She finished off lamely, rolling her eyes at what she said. But it was true - He knew more things about her than she did about him, and she was intrigued by the blonde. She did remember about how he wanted to be an engineer, but that wasn't exactly something that she could bring up in a conversation. What did she know about cars and fixing things? Sadly, not that much.

#sighs i had to improvise bc i deleted the blog omg #c:nelson

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