Zig waited for Fiona to open the door, his eyes slowly drifting around the area that he was in. He never remembered being around these types of houses in this part of town, ever — even on the days when he would just take off and skate around. Shaking the unusual thoughts out of his head, Zig waited a few more moments until Fiona opened the door, clad in her pajamas and tank top. “Hey there Fiona,” The dark haired boy replied. A smirk cascading across his face upon looking at the older brunette as she spun herself. He knew that he was right all along, Fiona could wear anything and look good — it wasn’t some sort of come-on, it was just a compliment. “Oh yeah you totally dressed up for the occasion,” Zig replied with a small chuckle, stepping inside the house and giving it a once over look. Her house looked much better than his, especially since there didn’t seem to be any signs of alcohol at a first glance. “Nice place you have here,” Zig commented, his eyes drifting around the section of the main room that he could see.
“Thanks.” she smiled gratefully at the boys kind words, “Well would you like a tour of my humble abode?” she laughed a little, watching his wandering eyes. Before he could answer she hooked arms with him leading the way. “Well this of course is my living room, not to exciting.” she than guided him to her kitchen, “—and this is obviously my kitchen, which is surprisingly clean at the moment.” she giggled poking fun at herself than led him down a hall to her room. “This is the best room in the house and uhm—” she than stopped and swallowed looking at a room near the guest bathroom, that use to be Imogen’s. “That’s just a uh- spare room. My roommate use to stay there actually. But she left recently.” she said in a mono tone voice letting go of Zig and walking back to her kitchen, “Want anything to drink?”
After a long day chock full of surprises, Zig wanted nothing more to do than just relax and forget about events that had just passed. Thankfully, Fiona was willing to hang out with the young tenner, showing him how she ‘couldn’t wear pajamas’ when everyone — even him, who hardly knew her — knew that it wasn’t true. Laughing to himself at their conversation, Zig made his way to his closet, sliding on a clean shirt and better jeans. He looked himself in the mirror, examining his appearance thoroughly before he decided that he looked good enough. Smiling slightly at his reflection, Zig picked up his skateboard, and walked out his room, quickly making his way out the house. After closing the door behind him, Zig took off down the street, expertly jumping on his skateboard and skating down the street. Before he even knew it, he was at the Coyne residence, staring at the front door. Taking a deep breath, Zig knocked gently against it, waiting for a response.
Sitting on the couch curled up in a ball she sighed flipping through the channels awating Zig’s arrival. She didn’t know the boy all to well, but merely knew of him. He was younger, went to Degrassi and was a nice dude. So she didn’t question them hanging out, she needed someone decent in her life after all the crap that had happened in the past two weeks.
Standing up and stretching she looked down at her black tanktop and silky pink pajama bottoms she wore, giggling to herself. She really could never pull off the PJ look like some other kids that use to attened school with her would do on the daily. It just didn’t suit her that well, in fact she rarely liked to be seen in PJ’s but she was in such a dump that she just didn’t care at this point. At least in the comfort of her own home. Walking to a mirror on her wall by the door she examined her hair up in a messy bun, with stray curls falling out framing her face. Sighing she shurgged off her appearance just in time as she heard a knock.
Swinging the door open slowly she smiled at the taller boy, “Hey Zigmund.” she laughed looking at herself than him, “As you can see I obviously dressed up fort his occasion. You like?” she giggled doing a little spin in front of him before moving to the side allowing him to walk in the door.
Eh, I don’t think that’s possible. Blahh, oh well. How are you?
I’m pretty great, actually.
You? I’m expecting not to good, but hey surprise me.
I’m happy for you Drewbert!

Lets just say i’m doing okay. :)
Really? — I mean, awesome.~
Haha, cute. See you soon?
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