Leaving Xavier's

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Clarice and Terry say goodbye, threaten each other, plot to hurt other people and have a brief musical interlude. Basically, it's a normal exchange between the (former) roommates. also, there is mention of lesbian relationships and tongueing. we were busy.



Clarice was sitting on the front stoop of the school wating for Terry to get back from the airport with Bobby. She and her dad had driven her stuff down to Maryland and would move it in in the morning, but she had come back to say goodbye to Terry. Just thinking about it made her want to cry and she sniffled trying not to. Already she missed Xavier's. She didn't think she would, she'd been dragged there kicking and screaming (almost literally) and now she didn't want to leave. Amazing what two and a half years could do.

As they drove up past the house, Terry spotted her roommate sitting outside and begged Bobby to stop. She hopped out and ran for Clarice, laughing, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and practically radiating glee. "Hi!" She didn't slow as she got closer and flung herself at Clarice full force to give her a hug, "You're leaving aren't you? You can't leave, I won't let you!"

Clarice took a step back as Terry's weight hit her, but didn't fall down or let go of the other girl. "I'll be back!" she said reassuringly, although she was crying. "You should come with me! Help me move! Prove to my new roommates that I'm not a freak!"

Terry laughed shakily and hugged her harder, "Sure and I can't do that. You're quite the freak though it's nothing to do with how you look. You wouldn't ask me to lie to them now, would you?" But she also didn't seem to be letting go. Terry had never been very good at that part of things. "Why do you have to go at all. Can't you just stay here and blink over to classes?"

"I gotta do it," she had to prove it to herself, if nothing else. "You remember when I came here, all scared of myself. Now, I gotta leave and show the world that I'm beautiful damnit!" she made her voice nasally to sound like Bette Midler for the last part. Breaking away from Terry she broke into a dance, "I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautifu, DAMNIT!"

Rolling her eyes, Terry picked up the Bette theme and began to sing, "You'll be swell! You'll be great. Gonna have the whole world on a plate!" She flung her arms out, "Starting here, starting now. Baby, everything's coming up roses." Then she stopped and pouted, "I don't want you to go."

Musical moment over, Clarice patted Terry's hair, running her fingers through the curls, "So come with me!" It was an easy answer.

"And you would take me to all my classes back here in NY?" Terry asked, making a face. "I don't think that will work. Plus I don't think Bobby would be very happy if I ran off without him." That sentence led into a very wide, very silly grin and a blush stained her cheeks but she didn't say anything else.

Boyfriends were so troublesome, sometimes. "He has to find out about our love affair sometime," Clarice told her seriously, before grinning goofily, "You're hiding something! Tell me!"

Terry's blush darkened, "I'm not. Really. Much." Her hands, still only wearing her promise ring tangled in front of her. "It's not really...you can't tell anyone. I swear Clarice, if anyone finds out Bobby and I are dead. Can you imagine what my dad with say?"

"I'll distract him with Abba while you go for the knees. Old guys always have bad knees. Now spill!" the drama-trauma was getting to be too much. She wanted to know!

Terry looked around then dragged Clarice close and whispered in her ear, "We kinda got married."

"YOU DID WHAT?!?!" Clarice shrieked, looking over at Bobby who was still waiting with the car. "Oh my fucking God. You didn't!"

"SHHHH!!!" Terry clapped a hand over Clarice's mouth, "It was an accident. You can't tell anyone, Clarice. Swear you won't!" She looked absolutely seriously and wouldn't move her hand until she got the answer she was looking for.

Clarice tongued Terry's hand, nodding vehemently. She held up her pinky to swear, "Pinky swear. Cross my heart and hope to die. I cannot believe I am leaving right when everything is getting good! I am so coming back next weekend to beat your ass!"

Terry linked her pinky with Clarice's then leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, "You'd better. Besides, we have a DR session too. You can beat me and avoid lasers at the same time."