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Featuring: [color=ba314c][b]Katie “Scott Lyon Must Die” Callaghan[/b][/color] and [color=e2e520][b]Scott “Katie Callaghan Should Have Drowned” Lyon[/b][/color]
Location: The ocean[/sub][/color][/center]
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[indent][indent]Katie had one thought as she crashed into the waves below. [color=ba314c][i]What the fuck![/i][/color] She’d fallen overboard. Literally. This wasn’t a show, this wasn’t a bad movie, it wasn’t some story on some forum, this was her fucking life. She hated it.

The water was dark, and cold, so cold the fire of Katie’s rage couldn’t even heat her up. She hated Scott Lyon more than anything. More than waking up early on a weekend, more than meninists, more than fucking hard boiled eggs and people who thought A Cursed Child was canon. She had half a mind to drown, just to spite him, but upon realizing that she would very much prefer living, she swam up, breaking the surface and taking a deep breath of fresh air, gasping as her body adjusted to the shocking cold. Moments later, Scott broke the surface as well. [color=ba314c][b]“Oh my god, of fucking course! Of course you jump in after me! Not enough to fucking call me a cunt and let me fall overboard, then you have to play hero too? Go drown, Dirtbag!”[/b][/color]

Why did he even bother? Honestly, why? He didn’t know. Why did he argue with her, why did he dive after her to help her? Wouldn’t he have been much happier with her at the bottom of the ocean? The truth was that no, he wouldn’t be happier. Katie gave him purpose; even if it was just anger and hate, it was still driving him, and pushing him in a lot of ways to get better at stupid shit. Like, chess for example. He only played chess because fuck Katie Callaghan, that’s why.

There were a lot of things like that in his life. This, however, didn’t make it any less fucking terrible when he popped up out of the water and she [i]immediately[/i] started with him. Backed against the wall and with nowhere to go, but down, Scott immediately launched at her. [color=e2e520][b]“I’m trying to save you, bitch! You ain’t gotta jump on me as soon as I come out of the water! I don’t want your stupid ass [i]DYING[/i] on my CONSCIOUS.”[/b][/color]

Katie splashed water back at him and swam towards the boat. [color=ba314c][b]“Oh my god I can fucking swim, asswipe! Jesus fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK”[/b][/color] Katie screamed, her emotions overtaking her rational thought. [color=ba314c][b]“AHGGHGHHHHH!! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING OCEAN RIGHT NOW! GOD I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!”[/b][/color] she screamed as she propelled herself towards a ladder that was attached to the side of the yacht. By now, she wasn’t even screaming at Scott, more so the universe. 

Upon reaching the ladder, she grabbed onto the bottom rung, hauling herself up and out of the waves. As she climbed, she looked down at Scott, who was nearing the ladder. [color=ba314c][b]“If you even try and squint at my ass, I will personally beat you so bad your mom won’t be able to identify your body,”[/b][/color] Katie said, shivering from the cold.

[color=e2e520][b]“I hope a freakin’ shark eats you.”[/b][/color] Scott hissed as he swam toward the ladder. Surprisingly, though, he made a point of turning around as she climbed up the ladder. He waited a few seconds, until he was certain she had enough time to climb up, before he spun around and hauled himself up after her, standing up and looking around. [color=e2e520][b]“I’m fucking [i]cold[/i],”[/b][/color] Scott grumbled, stomping over to the spot where they’d taken their tumble.

He bent at the knee and picked up his dry (and still slightly warm) jacket, but rather than put it on himself, he went back to Katie and thrust it in her direction. [color=e2e520][b]“Here, put this on. So you don’t die of cold.”[/b][/color]

Katie looked down at the jacket, then up at Scott. She was cold. Really fucking cold. So cold, that as much as she wanted to set that jacket on fire, she took it, scowling the whole time. [color=ba314c][b]“Thanks,”[/b][/color] she grumbled, slipping into the jacket and crossing her arms, the oversized sleeves flopping around. [color=ba314c][b]“You’re friends with Brian, please tell me he has a change of clothes on this stupid fucking boat,”[/b][/color] she said, shaking still, despite the jacket.

Scott had to think about it for a second. He didn’t exactly keep tabs on everything his friends kept on their boats, and whatnot. After a few seconds of thinking, he realized just how cold he really was. His whole [i]body[/i] felt like it was shaking, as if he were chilled to the very bone. And he may have just as well been! This was Brian’s fault for making him go on this stupid boat in the first goddamn place. Scott should have never agreed to come, the stupid boat with the stupid rooms for fucking — 

Wait, that was it. He looked down at Katie and nodded quickly, [color=e2e520][b]“there are clothes that would fit you I think. In the cabins. Come on.”[/b][/color] He said, gesturing for her to follow him, as he turned to walk away.

Every bone in her body told her to fight. By now, it was instinct to argue with Scott, no matter what he had to say, but tonight she had a much more powerful instinct kicking. She was fucking cold. So, she fell in line behind him, for a silent, yet shivery walk to the cabins. She wasn’t quite sure what to even say. They’d been fighting for so long, normal conversation felt too...mundane. Strange, alien, complex, yet mundane. Katie was used to there being a fire between her and Scott, not that that means anything mind you, but a fire nonetheless. Small talk was beneath them.

When they finally got to the cabins, Scott froze and stared at the tablet hanging on the door. Go figure. Brian was ruining his life without even seeing him tonight, it seemed. Scott yanked the stupid tablet off of the wall, and scribbled his name on it, before he pushed it toward Katie. [color=e2e520][b]“S-sign in.”[/b][/color] He said with chattering teeth, the reality of their situation very plain in front of them now.

Sign the guest book, or don’t go inside, freeze, and then die.

Was this real? Of fucking course it was! Great! One hundred percent, this was gonna make it’s way to the rumor mill, and everyone would think she fucked Scott. Despite that, she signed her name, and ran inside as the door opened, shoving past Scott. [color=ba314c][b]“Thank Christ!”[/b][/color]

Scott sighed and stepped in past her, and the door slammed shut behind them, clicking locked. Yeah, people were gonna assume they got it on, but that was just an unfortunate side effect of this. On the bright side, as small as it may be, the room was significantly warmer than the outside. Once they were in, Scott went to a wardrobe on one of the walls, and opened it, looking inside. [color=e2e520][b]“Clothes in there,”[/b][/color] he grumbled, glancing over at Katie.

Katie looked over at Scott, before walking over to the wardrobe and picking out a white, cotton sundress. She walked back to where she’d been standing and began to pull off her shirt, but stopped halfway. Turning to look at Scott she fixed him with a stern glare. [color=ba314c][b]“Look away. Now.”[/b][/color]

Scott shot her a look. [color=e2e520][b]“Yeah, like I wanna look at you!”[/b][/color] He snapped, before he turned around and put his fingers over his eyes, to further instill the point: he wasn’t interested in her. [color=e2e520][b]“Hurry up,”[/b][/color] He snapped, realizing very suddenly that he [i]did[/i] want to look at her. What was his life coming to? Well, there was a mirror here… Sneakily, Scott peaked through his fingers at mirror.

Katie sighed and quickly began taking off her wet clothes, piling them up next to the bathroom. As she was pulling the dress over her naked form, she looked over her shoulder to see Scott peeking out between his fingers, looking at her reflection. [color=ba314c][b]“What the fuck! You perv! God, go fuck yourself!”[/b][/color] Katie shouted, her wet hair flopping around as she yelled.

Scott sighed. He really couldn’t catch a break. In reality, he probably shouldn’t have done that, but in a way it was definitely, totally, completely worth it. She was hot, fuck, why was she hot? Even he didn’t have a defense for this one, so instead, he mumbled, [color=e2e520][b]“Sorry. I’m sorry.”[/b][/color] He said, in a defeated tone, spinning around to face her.

Katie sighed. She was cold. She was tired. She was in a bad fucking mood. She didn’t want to shout at Scott Lyon anymore. She’d done that enough today. She was done. Him sneaking a peek? It was sleazy, and wrong, and for some goddamn reason it made her heart flutter, which was fifty shades of fucked up, but she couldn’t find it in her to fight. Not tonight. Shaking her head, she flopped down onto the bed, her eyes trained on the ceiling above her. [color=ba314c][b]“Whatever, Scott. What-fucking-ever.”[/b][/color] 

Scott was silent as he walked around the room. For once, he didn’t really have it in him to yell at her or scream or even call her a bitch. Rather than try to talk to her or look at her though, he stepped off into the attached room, closing the door behind him. He was gone for a few minutes, before he emerged and walked over to the bed where she was sitting, tapping her on the shoulder, and holding out a steaming mug. [color=e2e520][b]“Here.”[/b][/color] In the mug was hot chocolate, complete with whipped cream and a few floating marshmallows.

Katie looked down at the mug, automatically distrustful of the offering. Katie liked hot chocolate though, and so she gently took the mug from his grasp, taking a sip, her nose dipping into the whipped cream. [color=ba314c][b]“Thanks,”[/b][/color] she said, wiping the whipped cream off her nose. They sat like that, in silence, for a few minutes, the only sound that of Katie sipping from her mug. Finally, Katie looked over at him. [color=ba314c][b]“Doesn’t Brian or one of the other meatheads need you?”[/b][/color] she asked. Shockingly, it wasn’t laced with her usual venom. It was just a question, calm, neutral, matter of fact.

Scott shook his head after she asked the question. [color=e2e520][b]“No, I don’t think so. I’m just sort of here now. Brian said not to get drunk, so I’m sober too.”[/b][/color] Scott made a face at this, as if it were a grave sin that he didn’t agree with, but he shrugged. [color=e2e520][b]“I trust him. Whatever he’s doing, is probably a good idea. What about [i]you[/i]? Shouldn’t you find like, Joy or Noah and hang out with them?”[/b][/color]

Katie nodded with understanding. [color=ba314c][b]“Joy’s off nailing Damian and Noah...I should go find Noah. Sometimes though, I just don’t think he wants to be found. I mean, he’s my best friend and I know him like the back of my hand but sometimes it’s like he just shuts all the windows and closes the blinds, and suddenly I’m looking at a stranger. And yeah, I probably don’t make it better, I’m nosey and a bit bitchy and I meddle, and...I have no idea why I’m saying any of this.”[/b][/color] Katie chuckled, shaking her head and looking down at her mug in an effort to hide the blush that was spreading through her cheeks. What the hell was happening to her?

[color=e2e520][b]“Well… I can confirm at least one of those things.”[/b][/color] Scott said, and though it was definitely a jab at her, his voice didn’t care the normal hate and anger it normally did. Scott caught himself actually staring at her blushing face for a few seconds, though he quickly looked away, and asked the question that was undeniably hanging in the air: [color=e2e520][b]“Why are we like this? Why do we always fight, and scream at each other? Seriously.”[/b][/color]

Katie shook her head, and shrugged. [color=ba314c][b]“Maybe we just really hate each other. Or maybe we are just awful people. Or maybe, we’ve figured out that having someone to scream at is better than having no one at all.”[/b][/color] Katie sat there, silent for a moment as her words hung in the air. Suddenly she swung her legs off the bed and stood up, setting her mug down. [color=ba314c][b]“I should go find Noah. He’s gonna need my help.”[/b][/color]

Scott had nothing else to say. She had a point. All three of them were possible options; they did [i]seem[/i] to hate each other, but deep down, Scott knew that wasn’t the case. As for them being awful people? Solid cases could be made against either of them in that regard… The third option? Having someone to scream at was better than having no one at all? That was heavy, and it gave Scott a lot to think about.

When she said that she needed to go find Noah, Scott nodded. [color=e2e520][b]“Uh, yeah. Okay. I think I’m just gonna stay here for a little bit. If you need back in, just knock. I’ll open the door.”[/b][/color] Scott offered, though he wasn’t sure how she was going to take it. If history were any indicator, then probably poorly. But, it’d been about ten minutes, and they’d done nothing but be nice to each other. Maybe it was a sign of things to come?

Katie nodded, and silently made for the door. Her hand lingered over the handle, as a voice inside her screamed in protest, a voice that had been nothing but a whisper until tonight. She ignored the voice, and turned the handle, opening the door and stepping back into the world.

Scott watched as she left, and after the door clicked shut, he turned to look at himself in the mirror, leaning forward on the desk in front of it. [color=e2e520][b]“What the fuck is wrong with me?”[/b][/color] He asked, before shaking his head and backing up until he fell on the bed. Silent now, Scott stared up at the ceiling, and folded his arms over his stomach.

All he found himself able to think about was how he shouldn’t have let her leave.[/indent][/indent]