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."