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Becky and Illyana | Backdated to 4/17/15
Becky and Yana discuss the "rules" of breakups.
Illyana looked at her Facebook settings, her finger poised over the left mouse button. It'd been a couple of days, and there wasn't any point in procrastinating any longer, was there? Honestly, she wasn't even sure why she had in the first place; it wasn't as if anyone really read her Facebook Still, she hadn't been in any hurry to make it "official". After a few more moments, she took a deep breath, and toggled off "in a relationship" box in favor of "single". There, it was done. She closed the window, pulled up her English assignment, then clicked on Lockheed, just in case she needed his help. She might as well get her homework done.
Becky immediately checked her phone at the "ping," and then dropped everything she was doing when she saw Illyana's updated status (okay, it was math homework, it wasn't a hardship). Opening her text app, she rapidly sent off a few messages to her friend.
WHat happned?
Just saw fb. You okay?
Where ar eyou? Want ice cream? Chocolate?? Vengeance???
Illyana frowned as her phone went off, and grabbed it to check and see who'd messaged. Becky. Damn. Okay...
I'm okay. No ice cream pls - all ice creamed out. No vengeance needed. I'm in my room.
There. That covered everything, right? Other than the 5000 details Becky was going to want to know.
Illyana sighed, then got up and went to unlock the door. Becky'd be over any minute. It was inevitable.
As predicted, Becky was at her friend's door within three minutes of her text, and it was only that long because she had to find where she'd hidden her stash of chocolate covered caramels - Yana hadn't said no to chocolate, after all. She cautiously knocked on the door.
"C'mon in!" Illyana had plopped back down on her bed when Becky didn't immediately show up, but now sat up and squirmed so she was leaning against the wall.
Becky pushed open the door and, seeing Illyana on the bed, flopped down next to her. She held out the tin canister. "Chocolate? Hug? Sympathetic ear?" She pulled out her phone with her other hand and waggled it around. "Hours of feel good comedy, dramedy, rom com, or if you're feeling bloodthirsty, enough slasher flicks to satisfy Jigsaw?"
"Chocolate." Illyana smiled crookedly as she helped herself. "It's been a few days; it just took me a while to update the status."
Becky felt a little hurt that Illyana hadn't told her immediately - weren't girls supposed to gossip about this kind of stuff? But maybe Yana just didn't know that Becky could be totally awesome at being supportive! Picking up her own piece of chocolate, she asked, "How're you doing? Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really?" Illyana admitted. She grimaced and shrugged. "I'm still kind of in potential burst into tears mode. I talk, I cry. It's a mess."
"Okay..." Becky leaned her shoulder against Illyana's, and continued in a dead serious tone. "Well, we can do whatever, or I can leave if you wanna be alone, but being a mess can help, you know. It's, like, catharsis. Scream, ugly cry, rage, throw their stuff on the lawn... eventually heal."
"Trust me, I did plenty of the ugly crying." Illyana smiled crookedly and helped herself to another piece of chocolate. "And I don't know as I want to throw his stuff. I'm still trying to figure out if I have to give it back. There are rules for that, right?" Afte all, it was Vance. He'd expect them to be followed, and probably be hurt if she didn't. Unfortunately, she really wasn't sure what the rules were.
Becky nodded emphatically, eyes wide and earnest. "There are totally rules. Mostly shaped by how much of a jerk he was, and how much you want to light things on fire."
"He wasn't a jerk." Illyana rolled her eyes, then paused. "Well, he was kind of a jerk about the whole revenge thing, but not beyond that. Anyway, I don't want to start anything on fire. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to give back."
"Uh, wait," Becky's head cocked to the side, genuinely confused. "He had an issue with us going after the guy who hurt Nico? But we were awesome about that whole thing! And we, like, didn't even get caught!"
"Right? But apparently it was vengeance, and vengeance is wrong and we shouldn't scare assholes and leave them in Alaska to be trample by mooses." Illyana frowned. "Meece? What's the plural of moose?" She waved that aside, because really, the plural of moose wasn't all that important to the big picture. "Anyway, we apparently should've called the cops or something. He's got a thing for thinking the criminal justice system actually works, even though he should know better."
"That's so stupid!" Becky could feel herself start to fume, but it didn't really seem to be where Illyana wanted to be just then, so she tried to tamp it back. "The Headmasters' went the legal route, and as far as I can tell absolutely nothing happened. And, like, it's practically universally known the government can't stop cults! They probably would have just locked us up for breaking and entering, or something!"
Okay, Becky thought as she took a deep breath, that staying calm thing didn't really work too well. "It's not fair for him to dictate what's vengeance and what's justice - no matter what his stupid codename is," she concluded, sullen and righteous.
"It's not, and he doesn't get to." Illyana tilted her head back against the wall to stare up at the ceiling. She understood, a little, why Vance felt like he did, but that didn't mean she agreed with it. "We did the right thing, and you guys were awesome. Vance can deal." Or not. She was pretty sure it was "not" at this point. "Anyway, whether he was right or wrong doesn't tell me whether or not I have to give back Mischa and the necklace he gave me for Valentine's Day."
Becky blinked rapidly a couple of times. "Misha... Collins?"
"Mischa the bear." Illyana gestured towards the stuffed bear leaning against her pillows at the head of the bed. "Technically he's on extended loan."
"I have no idea what that means," Becky said, picked up the bear and squeezing it softly. Illyana had other stuffed animals, but this one seemed to have pride of place.
"It means he's not actually mine," Illyana explained, reaching over to pluck the bear away from Becky. "I kind of borrowed him out of Vance's stuff while he was in juvie, and then when he got out, he said I could hang onto him." She made a face and hugged the bear. "Except I'm guessing that was only supposed to last as long as we were dating."
"Did he, like, say he wanted him back?" Hands now empty, Becky started tapping her fingers together. It was her personal opinion that jerks who made her friend sad didn't deserve teddy bears, and added to the fact that Illyana looked pretty attached to the bear? "Unless he actually asks for it back, I don't see why you wouldn't consider it a gift."
"Well, he said I could hang onto him for a while." Illyana frowned. "I'm not sure that really counts as a gift. Besides, don't you usually give gifts back?" Still hugging the bear, she got up and walked over to her dresser, rummaged a little, and pulled out her Valentine's gift with a sad look. "I've got my heart necklace, too."
"Gifts are gifts. Would you, like, give your birthday gifts back to a friend if you had a fight?" She scrunched her face up in thought. The 'for a while' thing was tricky, but the necklace was way easier. "I really don't think that the necklace will look good on him," she snickered. "But, uh, I guess that would be weird to hold on to, huh. There's a strong history of selling heartbroken jewelry on ebay, though? Or you could give it to the Salvation Army, though then you won't get anything for it."
Illyana looked up from her dresser with a confused look, necklace in hand. "Well, if I don't have to give it back, I'm not getting rid of it. I like that necklace." She looked down at it, shrugged, and put it back on, tugging her hair out from underneath. After a moment's consideration, she tucked the necklace inside the collar of her t-shirt. If it was hers, she might as well wear it, right? Besides, she'd kind of missed it the last couple of days.
Becky was super confused. "It won't make you sad or something?" It was a heart after all. Illyana was not doing her breakup in any of the stereotypical ways Becky had read about.
"Becky, I'm sad anyway. Why would losing my necklace make me less sad?" Honestly, sometimes Becky made no sense at all.
"Not losing, selling. And then you could pick out something for yourself, so it's not..." Becky was about to say something about constant reminders, before remembering that duh, they kind of went to the same boarding school. She made a face like she sucked on a lemon. Maybe one of them could move or something. Or wasn't Vance a grade older? At least that meant he'd be graduating soon. Unless he decided to stick around like some of the other graduates. Ugh. "I don't know. It wouldn't be to make you less sad, but just not holding on to something that makes you more sad? Does that make sense?"
"I guess?" Illyana reached down to fiddle with the necklace a little, and shrugged as she looked back up at Becky. "I don't think it's going to make me more sad, though. I mean, I'm sad that it's over, and I miss him. A lot. But I'm not sad that we went out. It was pretty awesome while it lasted."
Yeah, no, Illyana wasn't responding at all like Becky thought someone who had just been broken up with should respond. Unless Illyana had done the breaking up? That made way more sense. It didn't actually change how Becky felt about Vance, though. He still had behaved badly enough to make Illyana break up with him. "Okay, well then. It's totally yours to keep." She nodded decisively.
"Cool." Of the two, she'd have really rather kept Mischa, but one out of two wasn't bad. Illyana came over and plopped back down on the bed. "Breakups suck," she observed.
Becky pursed her lips. "That's what I've heard." It was almost enough to make you swear off boys... until you remembered how fun kissing was. She continued, curious, "Was Vance your first boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Illyana flopped backwards on the bed. "Honestly, I didn't figure it'd last this long. I mean, I pretty much expected him to dump me once he got out of juvie." She paused and wrinkled her nose. "Except we weren't actually dating then, so I guess dumping isn't the right word? But anyway, yeah. First." First boyfriend, first breakup. Maybe the last for both. Feeling like this really sucked.
"I'm sorry that your first didn't end well. Not that endings are ever fun, I guess. But, like, all those cliches about doors closing and others opening have to come from somewhere, right?" Becky twirled her hair around a finger before pointing at Illyana. "And you are a total catch, so I'm sure they're will be someone else. Or, you know," Becky sat up and grinned, excited, "you could totally go for the femme fatale thing if you don't want to do anything serious."
Illyana grinned, just a little, mostly because Becky seemed to expect it. "Maybe I'll give that a shot. I dunno - right now, not in the mood."
"Fair enough," Becky shrugged. She wasn't really sure where to go with the conversation, though. Girl talk was hard. She shifted her eyes to the side, "So... like, if you don't want to eat ice cream, or talk about it, or set all his stuff on fire, or like any of the other stereotypical things... wanna watch a movie or something?"
"I am so up for a movie." Illyana peered up at her, relieved. "Cabin in the Woods?" She grinned. "We can always get Johnny to set things on fire later."
"Ooooh, good choice," Becky grinned back, also relieved to be done with that conversation. "Snarky horror with a touch of the occult, coming up!"
Illyana looked at her Facebook settings, her finger poised over the left mouse button. It'd been a couple of days, and there wasn't any point in procrastinating any longer, was there? Honestly, she wasn't even sure why she had in the first place; it wasn't as if anyone really read her Facebook Still, she hadn't been in any hurry to make it "official". After a few more moments, she took a deep breath, and toggled off "in a relationship" box in favor of "single". There, it was done. She closed the window, pulled up her English assignment, then clicked on Lockheed, just in case she needed his help. She might as well get her homework done.
Becky immediately checked her phone at the "ping," and then dropped everything she was doing when she saw Illyana's updated status (okay, it was math homework, it wasn't a hardship). Opening her text app, she rapidly sent off a few messages to her friend.
WHat happned?
Just saw fb. You okay?
Where ar eyou? Want ice cream? Chocolate?? Vengeance???
Illyana frowned as her phone went off, and grabbed it to check and see who'd messaged. Becky. Damn. Okay...
I'm okay. No ice cream pls - all ice creamed out. No vengeance needed. I'm in my room.
There. That covered everything, right? Other than the 5000 details Becky was going to want to know.
Illyana sighed, then got up and went to unlock the door. Becky'd be over any minute. It was inevitable.
As predicted, Becky was at her friend's door within three minutes of her text, and it was only that long because she had to find where she'd hidden her stash of chocolate covered caramels - Yana hadn't said no to chocolate, after all. She cautiously knocked on the door.
"C'mon in!" Illyana had plopped back down on her bed when Becky didn't immediately show up, but now sat up and squirmed so she was leaning against the wall.
Becky pushed open the door and, seeing Illyana on the bed, flopped down next to her. She held out the tin canister. "Chocolate? Hug? Sympathetic ear?" She pulled out her phone with her other hand and waggled it around. "Hours of feel good comedy, dramedy, rom com, or if you're feeling bloodthirsty, enough slasher flicks to satisfy Jigsaw?"
"Chocolate." Illyana smiled crookedly as she helped herself. "It's been a few days; it just took me a while to update the status."
Becky felt a little hurt that Illyana hadn't told her immediately - weren't girls supposed to gossip about this kind of stuff? But maybe Yana just didn't know that Becky could be totally awesome at being supportive! Picking up her own piece of chocolate, she asked, "How're you doing? Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really?" Illyana admitted. She grimaced and shrugged. "I'm still kind of in potential burst into tears mode. I talk, I cry. It's a mess."
"Okay..." Becky leaned her shoulder against Illyana's, and continued in a dead serious tone. "Well, we can do whatever, or I can leave if you wanna be alone, but being a mess can help, you know. It's, like, catharsis. Scream, ugly cry, rage, throw their stuff on the lawn... eventually heal."
"Trust me, I did plenty of the ugly crying." Illyana smiled crookedly and helped herself to another piece of chocolate. "And I don't know as I want to throw his stuff. I'm still trying to figure out if I have to give it back. There are rules for that, right?" Afte all, it was Vance. He'd expect them to be followed, and probably be hurt if she didn't. Unfortunately, she really wasn't sure what the rules were.
Becky nodded emphatically, eyes wide and earnest. "There are totally rules. Mostly shaped by how much of a jerk he was, and how much you want to light things on fire."
"He wasn't a jerk." Illyana rolled her eyes, then paused. "Well, he was kind of a jerk about the whole revenge thing, but not beyond that. Anyway, I don't want to start anything on fire. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to give back."
"Uh, wait," Becky's head cocked to the side, genuinely confused. "He had an issue with us going after the guy who hurt Nico? But we were awesome about that whole thing! And we, like, didn't even get caught!"
"Right? But apparently it was vengeance, and vengeance is wrong and we shouldn't scare assholes and leave them in Alaska to be trample by mooses." Illyana frowned. "Meece? What's the plural of moose?" She waved that aside, because really, the plural of moose wasn't all that important to the big picture. "Anyway, we apparently should've called the cops or something. He's got a thing for thinking the criminal justice system actually works, even though he should know better."
"That's so stupid!" Becky could feel herself start to fume, but it didn't really seem to be where Illyana wanted to be just then, so she tried to tamp it back. "The Headmasters' went the legal route, and as far as I can tell absolutely nothing happened. And, like, it's practically universally known the government can't stop cults! They probably would have just locked us up for breaking and entering, or something!"
Okay, Becky thought as she took a deep breath, that staying calm thing didn't really work too well. "It's not fair for him to dictate what's vengeance and what's justice - no matter what his stupid codename is," she concluded, sullen and righteous.
"It's not, and he doesn't get to." Illyana tilted her head back against the wall to stare up at the ceiling. She understood, a little, why Vance felt like he did, but that didn't mean she agreed with it. "We did the right thing, and you guys were awesome. Vance can deal." Or not. She was pretty sure it was "not" at this point. "Anyway, whether he was right or wrong doesn't tell me whether or not I have to give back Mischa and the necklace he gave me for Valentine's Day."
Becky blinked rapidly a couple of times. "Misha... Collins?"
"Mischa the bear." Illyana gestured towards the stuffed bear leaning against her pillows at the head of the bed. "Technically he's on extended loan."
"I have no idea what that means," Becky said, picked up the bear and squeezing it softly. Illyana had other stuffed animals, but this one seemed to have pride of place.
"It means he's not actually mine," Illyana explained, reaching over to pluck the bear away from Becky. "I kind of borrowed him out of Vance's stuff while he was in juvie, and then when he got out, he said I could hang onto him." She made a face and hugged the bear. "Except I'm guessing that was only supposed to last as long as we were dating."
"Did he, like, say he wanted him back?" Hands now empty, Becky started tapping her fingers together. It was her personal opinion that jerks who made her friend sad didn't deserve teddy bears, and added to the fact that Illyana looked pretty attached to the bear? "Unless he actually asks for it back, I don't see why you wouldn't consider it a gift."
"Well, he said I could hang onto him for a while." Illyana frowned. "I'm not sure that really counts as a gift. Besides, don't you usually give gifts back?" Still hugging the bear, she got up and walked over to her dresser, rummaged a little, and pulled out her Valentine's gift with a sad look. "I've got my heart necklace, too."
"Gifts are gifts. Would you, like, give your birthday gifts back to a friend if you had a fight?" She scrunched her face up in thought. The 'for a while' thing was tricky, but the necklace was way easier. "I really don't think that the necklace will look good on him," she snickered. "But, uh, I guess that would be weird to hold on to, huh. There's a strong history of selling heartbroken jewelry on ebay, though? Or you could give it to the Salvation Army, though then you won't get anything for it."
Illyana looked up from her dresser with a confused look, necklace in hand. "Well, if I don't have to give it back, I'm not getting rid of it. I like that necklace." She looked down at it, shrugged, and put it back on, tugging her hair out from underneath. After a moment's consideration, she tucked the necklace inside the collar of her t-shirt. If it was hers, she might as well wear it, right? Besides, she'd kind of missed it the last couple of days.
Becky was super confused. "It won't make you sad or something?" It was a heart after all. Illyana was not doing her breakup in any of the stereotypical ways Becky had read about.
"Becky, I'm sad anyway. Why would losing my necklace make me less sad?" Honestly, sometimes Becky made no sense at all.
"Not losing, selling. And then you could pick out something for yourself, so it's not..." Becky was about to say something about constant reminders, before remembering that duh, they kind of went to the same boarding school. She made a face like she sucked on a lemon. Maybe one of them could move or something. Or wasn't Vance a grade older? At least that meant he'd be graduating soon. Unless he decided to stick around like some of the other graduates. Ugh. "I don't know. It wouldn't be to make you less sad, but just not holding on to something that makes you more sad? Does that make sense?"
"I guess?" Illyana reached down to fiddle with the necklace a little, and shrugged as she looked back up at Becky. "I don't think it's going to make me more sad, though. I mean, I'm sad that it's over, and I miss him. A lot. But I'm not sad that we went out. It was pretty awesome while it lasted."
Yeah, no, Illyana wasn't responding at all like Becky thought someone who had just been broken up with should respond. Unless Illyana had done the breaking up? That made way more sense. It didn't actually change how Becky felt about Vance, though. He still had behaved badly enough to make Illyana break up with him. "Okay, well then. It's totally yours to keep." She nodded decisively.
"Cool." Of the two, she'd have really rather kept Mischa, but one out of two wasn't bad. Illyana came over and plopped back down on the bed. "Breakups suck," she observed.
Becky pursed her lips. "That's what I've heard." It was almost enough to make you swear off boys... until you remembered how fun kissing was. She continued, curious, "Was Vance your first boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Illyana flopped backwards on the bed. "Honestly, I didn't figure it'd last this long. I mean, I pretty much expected him to dump me once he got out of juvie." She paused and wrinkled her nose. "Except we weren't actually dating then, so I guess dumping isn't the right word? But anyway, yeah. First." First boyfriend, first breakup. Maybe the last for both. Feeling like this really sucked.
"I'm sorry that your first didn't end well. Not that endings are ever fun, I guess. But, like, all those cliches about doors closing and others opening have to come from somewhere, right?" Becky twirled her hair around a finger before pointing at Illyana. "And you are a total catch, so I'm sure they're will be someone else. Or, you know," Becky sat up and grinned, excited, "you could totally go for the femme fatale thing if you don't want to do anything serious."
Illyana grinned, just a little, mostly because Becky seemed to expect it. "Maybe I'll give that a shot. I dunno - right now, not in the mood."
"Fair enough," Becky shrugged. She wasn't really sure where to go with the conversation, though. Girl talk was hard. She shifted her eyes to the side, "So... like, if you don't want to eat ice cream, or talk about it, or set all his stuff on fire, or like any of the other stereotypical things... wanna watch a movie or something?"
"I am so up for a movie." Illyana peered up at her, relieved. "Cabin in the Woods?" She grinned. "We can always get Johnny to set things on fire later."
"Ooooh, good choice," Becky grinned back, also relieved to be done with that conversation. "Snarky horror with a touch of the occult, coming up!"