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Room 406, evening

After a weekend of fun and a surprisingly deep conversation, Monday brought workshops of insanity and brain-breaking. Isabel was still chuckling when she returned to her room after workshops. With nothing pressing to do, Isabel opened her laptop and started to search for some decent Supers fanfic.

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"My guilty little secret," Isabel admitted, looking up from the laptop. "Fanfic."

"Fanfic?" Charlie looked interested, and meandered into the room. "Like, when people write about TV shows and movies? I've heard of it..."

"Pretty much yes," she nodded. "Don't like the way a show ended, rewrite the ending to suit yourself. Tired of the unresolved UST between your favorite couple? Write them finally getting together. Some of it's really bad. But some of it's better then what's on TV."

"Hunh. Cool." Maybe she could write some of that, if Nomadic Celtic Chef got stalled. "Like on Supers? I really wanted those two to get together, and now they're cousins. I could make them not be cousins, if I rewrote it?"

"You could," Isabel grinned. "In fact please do. I'm very annoyed with the writers for that."

That kind of made Charlie cheer up a little. "It would be easy, the guy would just have to be adopted too, and not know it, therefore there's no blood relation. Great, now I have to write this." She smiled, and then sighed. "Wish I could fix everything that easy."

"And just handwave the random coincidence of him winding up with an adopted brother with powers. I like that logic," she laughed, before tilting her head to study Charlie. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I can even figure that out, if I think about it hard enough," Charlie said, then folded up to sit on the floor. "I don't know. Well, I know. I just don't want to bug you with it, and it's embarrassing, and maybe I'm making too big a deal out of it..."

"Please," Isabel said. "If you knew how many times I've babbled to people about stuff that's been bothering me. Talk, I'll listen. Do you want chocolate? Will that help?"

Charlie nodded a little, and said, "Really? And yeah, chocolate would be nice." She'd only picked at her dinner, appetite tied up in knots. Isabel was older, and had had a real boyfriend, maybe she'd understand what Charlie was trying to figure out. "Do you know Johnny Storm? I can't remember if you said, the last time we talked."

Isabel snorted as she got to her feet and went to her desk. "Oh yeah, definitely chocolate." Returning to her bedm, she sat down and crossed her legs, then offered the bag of chocolate pieces to Charlie. "I know Johnny, yes."

"We were dating. Are dating?" Charlie took a piece of chocolate, feeling confused again. "He was gone for a week or so, and I haven't talked to him since he got back, and... Turtle said he told her that he kissed G-- Annette. And Annette has a boyfriend." She's still not okay with that. "And now, I don't know what to do. Or how. Or why. Or anything."

"He told me about that last night," she nodded. "Not one of his smarter moves. But he admitted that." Isabel reached for a chocolate and slowly unwrapped it. "So if you were dating, it wasn't exclusive right?"

"No," Charlie admitted, feeling even more young now. "I mean. We started dating the first week or so I was here, and we just kind of went out once a week, and-- I knew he was seeing other people, and I didn't know him all that well. And you can't tell guys not to date other people. Right? If they're okay with you dating other people?" She frowned. "It just kind of worked out like that."

"I don't see anything wrong with that," Isabel told her. "If you were both okay with it that is."

"I thought I was." Charlie shook her head. "But, I didn't really think of what I'd say if I wasn't, later? Which I guess was dumb. Except for kissing girls who are taken, I'm really not okay with that. That's just mean, and wrong. I don't want to go out with someone who'd do that."

"Well then tell him," she said, nibbling the chocolate. "He'll just have to deal. I'm pretty sure his ego can handle it. I feel like like I should add a disclaimer to this whole conversation though."

"A disclaimer? What kind of disclaimer?" Charlie asked, taking another chocolate and unwrapping it. "And see, if it were that simple, if I just wanted to date only him, I guess it would be. Except for possibly being rejected. Which is simple, but sucks."

"Just that we kind of kissed once," Isabel said in a rush. "But it was only once and it won't happen again." Annie jumped up on the bed and Isabel scooped her up, grateful for the distraction. "Do you want to date someone else? Besides him?"

"Oh," Charlie said blankly. Okay, this was weird. But... it was only once, and she'd known he was kissing other people, and... Don't be stupid. "I didn't, I mean." She blew out a breath, and looked at the cat, not able to meet Isabel's eyes. "I do. But. He's got someone. He's totally and completely not interested in me at all. Except as a friend."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known better but my brain sort of disengaged that night." Holding Annie out, Isabel offered her to Charlie, knowing how nice fuzzy comfort was. "Who? If you want to tell me that is. I won't say anything to anyone."

Charlie took Annie, and buried her face in her fur for a second, then wistfully asked, "Promise? Turtle already knows, but I really don't want it getting back to him. It's incredibly awkward and it makes everything more complicated." She smiled a little. "I don't mind you kissing Johnny. At least, I don't mind you doing it, or, I don't know. Maybe I don't have the right to mind, when I'm crushing on someone else."

"I promise," Isabel replied solemnly. "Well me kissing Johnny is a moot point. It won't happen again." No matter how much she'd been tempted to on the roof last nigth. "Since you were only casually dating, I really can't see it being a problem."

"See, yes." Charlie frowned, then said in a tiny voice, "Dean Winchester."

There. That wasn't so hard was it? But no, she wasn't going to let go of Annie any time soon.

"Oh he's a really nice guy," she said. "I can totally see where you're coming from."

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