Characters: Tatum & Frankie.
Setting: Tatum's house in Maine; Sunday, August 15th; mid-afternoonish.
Content: It should be SFW, unless you work in a Catholic church, as I've said before.
Summary: Frankie is coming to visit Tatum and stay at her place for a few days. Tatum is, naturally, excited as hell, but also feeling a little bit of a neurotic mess about it.


Tatum had done everything in her power to make sure that the entire setting would be perfect for when her girlfriend arrived. Of course, not that anyone in her family outside of her siblings knew that Frankie was her girlfriend. As far as Mick or Madeline were concerned, Tatum was just having a friend over, and that was good enough explanation for them. Tatum hadn't had anyone over to visit really in quite sometime, scarcely even at all. She had always been the type to keep to herself during school, and during school vacations. Video games and lots of basement dwelling about summarized the majority of how she spent July and August.

But this time was going to be different, and it had her stomach doing flips.

She had gotten up around eight, a near miracle for her, and gone about her business for getting things all ready to go. She had showered, picked out what to wear, and tried to tidy up her room a little bit. If Frankie was going to have to stay in there with her, which she assumed the other girl would prefer to the couch in the den, then she wanted it to be as tidy as possible. She had even taken the time to straighten up the volumes of comic books on her book shelf, and gone over her laptop with a can of pressured air. Dust was unacceptable. By the time she finished everything, it was around one o'clock, and Frankie was due at any moment. It had Tatum twisted her hands in her lap, anxious.

Her parents were gone out grocery shopping, Rath was still in bed, Sera was in her room doing something or other; as she had been doing a lot lately. Whatever had gone down when the younger Donnelly had gotten her blonde friend to come visit, Tatum didn't have a clue, but she had a feeling it hadn't been good. She had been debating over a sisterly talk the last few days, but hadn't been able to work up the guts quite yet. And then when Frankie said she'd come and visit, all of the thoughts of worrying about Sera were gone, replaced with all of these nervous feelings. Taking one last look over her new much cleaner bedroom, the ex-redhead made her way down the hall, tossing the towels from her shower into the laundry basket on her way, before descending the stairs.

Reaching the living room, she made sure that that part of the house was clean, before going into the kitchen to wait. She shooed her cat from the counter-top, rolling her eyes a little as he let out a small squawking meow of protest in return to being pushed. Starting the kettle on boiling, she intended to make a cup of tea, something to hold onto in her shaking hands, something to calm her down, even just a little bit. She reached for the tea-bags, tossing one into a mug, and then settling for staring at the kettle, waiting for the boil.