After a moderate amount of nagging from Charlie trying to get Christie to get up, the princess finally did after yawning unceremoniously. She got ready, packed her stuff and dressed up properly in the following half hour before turning around and looking for her sister in the other room of the dorm, "Charlie, are you done?"
Christie's expression flickered into a smile before nodding at her, "Then lets get going. No one would want the Lost Duchess to get late to class just after being rescued, would they? Besides, expect to be intercepted in the hallways by reporters. News are slippery, even when confidential."
She scowled at her, "coming from you, " she grumbled, "I'm not the only once behind in that area." She brushed past her, "but if you insist, I'll attempt to ignore the stares and learn some...whatever class i have. Are we in the same classes now too? "
She rolled her eyes, having a hard time telling if CHarlie was actually being serious or not. "No. Not all of them, at least. I'm not your chaperone t o look after and babysit you 25/8. You're a grown teenager. You should know better than to escape again."
She pursed her lips, the desire bubbling inside of her, and was glad it was her back facing Christie. "Thank god, I'd getsick of you. What do I have first? Dont suppose ive gotten out of English?" She asked, actually curious.
They got into the grounds, people (trying to be discreet Charlie supposed) turning to eye them. Ignoring them, she said, "you're nicer than me, you should-" she cut off as she saw someone, her walk faltering to a stop.
She withdrew her hand swiftly, "I've been sleeping just fine," she muttered, "and I've been going early to catch up on T.V,' she argued. She found that the best way to lie was to ignore her, really, especially when Christie approached sensitive areas. "Didn't you say I needed to work hard anyway?"
She sighed, giving her a face, "I don't know what you're talking about, I've been binge watching f.r.i.e.n.d.s, see?" She leant over to bring the box out, waving it at her. "What do you want me to be like, anyway? Coming home at 3 am, drunk?"
She shifted her weight awkwardly, wanting to answer, Well, yeah, duh, that's what you normally used to do, but knowing that that comment could backfire to her in a following conversation. Instead, she just rubbed her forearm nervously, "Well, not really, but you could at least go out with your old friends to lunarbucks?"
"Sometimes your gut can be misleading," she murmured, "seriously, did you just come in here to give me coffee? Or are you coming in here to see if I'm dead or something? I'm not going to kill myself mind you, I have a rather inhibiting fear of not knowing anything. Which makes death kind of out of the question."
She rubbed her eyes. God, she was so tired. Taking a sip of the coffee, she looked at the ground, "I don't remember a time where you bossed me around," she sighed. She wanted to sleep so badly. If she had it back. The gun. She could sleep, without nightmares, like she use to be able to. She turned to watch Christie with a frown, "how much do you trust me? Like on a level of one to ten? Not like "do you trust me to not run away" thing but on a general level."
Christie frowned, "The fact that you doubt my trust for you offends me. I trust you wholeheartedly. Of course, there are a few things that I would never tell anyone, but there isn't anything I would tell anyone else without telling you first." Christie's features softened, "Though I am starting to feel like it doesn't work the same way the other way around."
She paused, "I would tell you anything if I was able to," she decided, pushing the computer away and positioning herself in front of Christie, taking her hands into her own, "I just need you to do me a favour, with absolute faith in me and trust, with the knowledge that it is for nothing but my own mental sanity."
"If you were able to? What the hell does that even mean? Are you being blackmailed or something?" Oh no. This could't be happening... "I'd do anything for you, so long as it is for your own mental sanity and not something that proves to be the opposite."
"Of course not," she said instantly. Liar, liar. "And...well...when I was in Prague. I had a gun. It helped me sleep, see, and I was wondering if you could ask to get it back. It's not loaded or anything. Just..I need it."
She tried digesting the whole infortmation without judging, the key word was tried. "You had agun when you were in Prague? Why would you have a gun? And why would you need it now, if you claim it is not loaded?"
She hesitated before shaking her head, "it doesn't matter, I've been thinking about how to ask for a while now," she said, "I just..I need it, Christie, it's not loaded." That was a little white lie, it may not have been loaded but there were bullets nearby. In Prague anyway.
She smirked, "now that you've reminded me..." she trailed off, leaving it in the air, before shaking her head, "kidding. But...that guy we met the other week, Logan, could you...stay away from him? I don't know..I get bad vibes from him."
Actually, she hadn't quite thought this part through. "Uh. I know your personal belongings were supposed to get here packed in boxes by tomorrow. Dunno about risky objects, though I suspect they'd bring them here to Elementrium with more of a rush."
"Why do you even care so much about him?" Christie didn't particularly cre about the guy as she had only talked to him once but it maddened her that Charlie thought she could tell Christie who she could be with or not.
"I don't. I just want you to stay away from him, dammit Christie. I'm only here without a f*cking fight because of you. I left Prague for you. I put up with the whispers and stares for you. I deal with my mother's wrath for you. So you can do this one thing for me. And that's to stay away from Logan Whitmore," she growled, nearly on the verge of yelling. "Because if I you don't, if he talks to you, then I swear to god I-" she stopped talking and whipped her head away, breathing hard, "just don't. Please don't go near him."
She opened her mouth to say 'I can easily lose them' but she closed her mouth, deciding not to push it. She was surprised, actually, she wouldn't have stopped Christie from going with her. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered.