Characters: Tatum & Rowan.
Setting: Tatum's room, Saturday morning.
Content: SFW.
Summary: Rowan finds out about the fight between her roommate and friend, and sets out to find out what really went down. Tater scowls.


By the time Saturday morning came rolling around, Tatum still felt just as miserable as she did the night before. It seemed the harsh light of day did nothing to help the situation, and she wasn't surprised. She wanted to talk to Frankie, but she wasn't ready. She wasn't calm enough, and every time she thought about the events of the night before, all of them, she felt her stomach settling into familiar knots. She wished Valentine's day had never happened. Frankie, Amber, Gray, the whole thing had been absurd. If she made it to see another February 14th, she wasn't leaving her room when it came around.

There had been a reason she had been practically a shut-in for the majority of her life at school, and this sort of thing was it. She wasn't cut out for all of this teenage drama, mentally or physically.

She lay in her bed for almost an hour, just staring up at the ceiling, trying to will herself to get enough energy to move. When she did, she dragged her legs over to her computer, squinting a little at the screen. She pulled her legs up into her chair with her, getting comfortable; it was a stay in the pajamas sort of day. She had no plans to go anywhere. She didn't want to show her face to anyone, and with Frankie living less than a few meters away, it was probable to run into her and Tatum didn't think she could deal right then.

It struck her, however, that someone else lived a few meters away that she might owe an explanation to.

Opening her email with two clicks, Tatum composed a quick message;

Hey Ro,

I'm not going to be coming over for a while. I know I said we could go over some guitar stuff together today before you go out, but I don't think that's probably a good idea right now, unless you wanna come over here. Sorry.

- Tatum

Sending that on it's way, the redhead grabbed up her wand, cast a quick charm to ward off the smell of smoke as she lit up a cigarette and leaned back in her chair. She exhaled slowly, seeming to be trying to calm down. She just needed a distraction, something to focus on other than last night, and the shit that had accompanied it. Leaning forward, she grabbed up one of the controllers on the side of her desk, and turned the console on.

She'd just play her stupid video games and try to forget that she was starting to shake again, knowing the crying was coming within moments.

Tags: !incomplete, rowan cabot, tatum donnelly