Kate Gregson (
everyone_takes) wrote2013-08-13 03:11 pm
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The problem with Reggie having turned into a girl for a couple of days was that now Kate was super torn about what she was supposed to do. On one hand, he was back to being Reggie now and everything was supposedly normal, except that she still kind of had a thing for him and she hadn't said anything about it yet and she was sort of gearing herself up to do so. That was her plan and it was a way better plan than just waiting around and squashing things down, because she'd never been very good at that. Or, even worse, waiting for him to make the first move.
On the other hand, he'd been a girl. The chance to give him a hard time about it wouldn't be around forever and she didn't want to let it just pass her by.
So she was torn.
Classes had started and she was actually taking a few this term, so she was lounging in front of their hut, books and papers spread around her under the pretense that she was doing homework. Mostly she was working on her tan, in a bikini top and shorts, still trying to figure out what to do about Reggie.
Ask him on a date, or mock him mercilessly until the end of time.
On the other hand, he'd been a girl. The chance to give him a hard time about it wouldn't be around forever and she didn't want to let it just pass her by.
So she was torn.
Classes had started and she was actually taking a few this term, so she was lounging in front of their hut, books and papers spread around her under the pretense that she was doing homework. Mostly she was working on her tan, in a bikini top and shorts, still trying to figure out what to do about Reggie.
Ask him on a date, or mock him mercilessly until the end of time.
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"Uh oh, looks like someone's getting all nerded up for the new semester," he teased as he came upon her with her spread of books. Not that she looked bad while doing it all, obviously, and sure, he'd signed up for a few classes himself, but that was hardly the point.
The point was that no fruit was too low-hanging in the aftermath of the... thing that he wasn't thinking about.
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