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She didn't want to have this conversation for one. Then again, Chandler had always had a habit of running away from things she couldn't cope with. It was easier to be a coward than admitting to having feelings. Anything that could get you hurt was best left alone, no?
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It's not that I don't want to see you, Cal. I do.
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But I'm not ready to talk about everything yet. Can't that just be enough for now?
At this point, it felt more like running around in circles than getting anything constructive done. Part of her wanted to be done with it, say 'fuck it' and just move on. That didn't necessarily mean she could. Tossing the phone down next to her, she drummed her fingers against her thighs. She didn't know how to respond, nor what she wanted to respond.
Eventually, though, she picked the phone back up.
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I don't know what to tell you, Cal
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I'm not super keen on digging into the dirt of the past
The response had the brunette furrowing her brows. She hadn't expected a response, even as the minutes had ticked by. Even when she did, she could only stare at the screen, suppressing the groan threatening to escape her lips. It seemed passive aggressive, but then, that didn't sound much like the girl she'd known years prior to this.
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Unless there's something I'm missing out on, and if by "you got what you wanted", you mean "did you get the answer to your question you were looking for"
Chandler had been at the old Bellefonte enough to know the difference, but instead, she simply offered the other girl a secretive smirk. "Will do." She saw no point in giving it all away right off the bat. Besides, this was a different school than the one she'd attended previously back in Kalispell. A lot could have changed.
She had never been into finger painting herself, but the image brought a smile to the brunette's lips. The girl seemed fairly free spirited which was a breath of fresh air, given how stuck up a lot of the people here was. She'd met her fair share of drama queens and "woe is me". She didn't particularly feel like repeating it. "That sounds really nice," she answered truthfully. Chandler was an only child and while that had been great, she often wondered what it would have felt like to have a sister or a brother. Maybe her biological mother had some other children out there Chandler didn't know about. "Are you planning on a trip the upcoming summer?"
"Yeah." Chandler had taken a few hikes with her dad before she'd manifested. After that, life had gotten rather busy, which hadn't helped by Chandler swapping countries. And by the time she'd moved back to England, her father's health didn't really allow him to exercise much. It was fine, though, Chandler could always pick it up on her own. "Used to go on hikes with my dad back in the days," she offered with a shrug. The latter part had Chandler chuckling. "I think that's just part of being a teenager." It seemed to be a common trait at the very least.
Don't take this the wrong way, but uh... Does Bellefonte offer more than one dance teacher? I'd like to get back into it, but I think it'd be weird for you to be my teacher.
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She didn't think Callie would take it the wrong way, but it'd been a few years now. For all Chandler knew, a lot of things could've changed. She could only hope that the blonde would understand where she was coming from.
Chandler could only assume that Callie had the same number she'd had years before. Why she still had it saved was beyond her, but that hardly mattered at this point. Hovering her thumb over the send button, Chandler sighed. This was a bad idea, but she didn't know who else to ask.
"Things are looking brighter already." Chandler offered the other girl a smirk. It wasn't always such a bad thing to have a power that most deemed as "uncool". It might not have been super strength and she might not have been able to shoot lasers with her eyes, but at least it was practical and useful. Especially given how the girl seemed to be enjoying it. "And one day you might be able to start up your own salon," she offered. It seemed like a rather sweet deal.
The disappointment wasn't missed by the brunette, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she offered an apologetic shrug. The conversation turned, though, and Chandler smiled again. "It is, yeah." It was about the same as Bellefonte in terms of the way the school was run, though a tad stricter. And filled with British pricks. "The one and only," she continued. "It's about the same as this school, apart from the layout." She looked around at that. It didn't even look like the new building. Then again, the new building looked nothing like the old.
"Not at all," Chandler admitted easily. She would never be the straight A student and she was fine with that. Her priorities had always laid elsewhere.
While the two walked, Chandler took the moment to look around, trying to familiarize herself as best as she could. This would take more effort than she'd first cared to put into it. "Photography for the main part. Drawing and painting on occasions, though, I rarely seem to find the time anymore." She tossed a glance towards the girl. "And dancing, though, I don't know if that can be called a hobby anymore. It's been a long time." She hadn't danced since she'd left Bellefonte at eighteen. "What about you?" She smiled.
