xp_logs | Sunday evening, after supper

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It's clearly all Alison's fault. Lorna will explain:

Lorna has been sitting in her room, ostensibly reading ever since the group returned from the skate park hours earlier. She doesn't notice that dinnertime has come and gone until she hears Alison come in and call out a greeting.

Leaving her room, Lorna walks slowly into the common area of the suite and very deliberately closes the door to the hallway. Then, equally slowly, she turns to her roommate and blinks several times. There is a sense of tension about her totally at odds with her seemingly calm exterior. Taking a deep breath, she raises a shaking hand and points at Alison, "You," she says, her voice tight, "I blame you."

Alison blinks and her eyes widen a bit as she stares at her roommate, managing a somewhat inarticulate, "Huh?" in reply before catching on. "Me?" she squeaks out, managing not to blurt out that it's not her fault if Lorna nearly tripped over her own jaw when she first saw Alex. "Er - ok, it's my fault," she says instead, hoping that might make Lorna feel better somehow.

Lorna nods emphatically, her eyes a bit wild, "Yes. Your fault. All your fault. You dragged me along to that place. You threw me at him. All. Your. Fault." Her voice squeaks higher on the last three words. All sense of her former calm is crumbling like cookie bits in the hands of a toddler. She buries her face in her hands and shakes her head. "I looked like such an idiot!" she wails dramatically.

While at any other time Alison might have outright laughed at the theatrics, her friend's discomfiture is far too earnest for her to do anything but cross the distance between them, and wraps an arm around Lorna's shoulders instead, hiding a smile. "There, there, now," she leads her towards the sofa and sitting her down. "You're much too heavy for me to throw you at anyone," she murmurs soothingly, bracing herself for the reaction.

"Am not heavy." Lorna mumbles. She looks up Alison and glares, "Besides that...gah, what the hell was I thinking? He's like...twelve!" She springs back to her feet and starts pacing. "Did you not see the wrongness? Did the badness of the wrongness just go right over your head?! He's a baby!" She makes frantic hand motions and it is unclear whether she is talking to Alison or herself.

"Actually, he's seventeen," Alison murmurs idly, watching her pace. "Pretty mature too, if you don't get fooled by the surfer talk." She doesn't quite grin at her. "And could you please stop that? You're making me dizzy."

"Seventeen, then. Still...baby!" Lorna obediently stops and faces her roomie, throwing her hands into the air. "Why did I let you talk me into this? He's like twelve...okay okay, not literally twelve but he's a baby and Scott's little brother, for God's sake and...and...gah!"

"Er, Lorna... you're nineteen. That hardly makes you a baby snatching old crone. No cane. Still got all your teeth-" she stops, unable to keep a wide smile from spreading over her features. "Besides, he was looking back you know."

Lorna looks absurdly hopeful for a moment, "Really? You think he was?"

Alison smiles, leaning back in the sofa. "That's what it looked like to me anyway." She raises an eyebrow at her, chuckling. "And it's not like he didn't have plenty of other ogling opportunities about - he just seemed to be very busy talking to you..."

Lorna blushes then presses her hands to her cheeks. She goes white almost immediately after and stares at Alison, her expression horror-struck, "Oh dear God, I did not just have that reaction." She wibbles. "Tell me I didn't just do that." Not getting a reassurance, she pales further, "Oh hell, what's wrong with me."

"You're attracted to him, is all," Alison says, though there is a definite note of sympathy piercing through. "Nothing wrong with that, roomie," she adds reassuringly, suspecting it'll take a lot more than that to convince Lorna.

Lorna sits down abruptly in the center of the carpet, "I don't think so. I've been attracted to guys before. I'm attracted to Haroun. I was attracted to the last guy I dated. This...isn't that."

"Mmm," is the quiet response, as Alison curls up her legs on the sofa, gazing at her pensively. "I think I know what you mean." Her lips quirk into a half smile. "Maybe take a few days to sort it out before trying to do anything, hon? And then... talk to him."

Lorna shakes her head and sighs but doesn't say anything more. Eventually she gets up and goes back to her room. She lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling for a long time.

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