MEME: Drabbles and Meta

[frozenfractals]

Today we've got a two-for-one meme!

Tag your characters into the meme, and leave each other either prompts or drabbles, as the mood moves you. Prompts can be anything from a situation to a relationship to a song lyric. Replies can be in the form of drabbles OR meta/rambling about the topic or something associated with it. We all love talking our faces off about these characters, so go ahead and indulge the urge to babble.

Of course, we all know sometimes the inspiration just isn't there, so try not to take it personally if someone just doesn't get to your prompt or if a reply is brief. The more prompts you give, the more likely you are to get!

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[spectacularly]

The last person I'm expecting to see is Cassidy Roy. Actually, the last person I'm expecting to see is Sutter Keely, but after his abandonment at the bus station, after I found myself in St. Louis alone, I'm not expecting any miracles. Major miracles, anyway. This one might be a minor one. It's my second semester and though much of my workload is tedious, I feel like I finally fit into a place in the world. My mom had hated my coming here at first, but I had Ambith on my side, and that made all of the difference in the world, knowing she supported me. Knowing anyone supported me, really. People had claimed to have faith in me before, but... I think they were secretly holding out hoping that I'd change. Be someone I'm not. Be cooler, be calmer, be a better daughter.

Here, though, I'm learning that me isn't half a bad person to be.

Still, seeing Cassidy a familiar pang of anxiety mixed in with obligation to the past rises up within me, and I wonder what on earth she's doing here. Or how she found me. If it's something about Sutter, I can't help her. I cried for days after that boy. It would have been weeks if not for work and the promise of school. It might have been months if Ambith hadn't reminded me that most girls don't find the love of their lives at seventeen years old. So if Sutter's what she's here for, I'll have to disappoint her.

She tells me it's not. She's here to see me. See how I'm going. "I didn't know you cared," I say, not bitter, just matter-of-fact. I didn't know anyone cared. And she says, "You're not the only one, Aimee," with a wry little smile, and it's one that I've seen before when I've spoken up in class, when I've dared to dream out loud. I thought for a long time it was mocking, I thought that she thought I was awkward and anxious and small. It turns out that wasn't it. It turns out she did care. It turns out that when I was nursing my dependency of the flask Sutter so kindly gave me – I haven't touched a drop since – she was one of the ones that tried to intervene. And what was I in return? Jealous. Bitter. Mean.

She doesn't hold it against me, though. She asks me what I'm studying and tells me I look nice and suggests we go for coffee. Her treat.