Montreal, Canada, Friday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Montreal was quiet and normal. It had been, anyway, after the squirrels had left yesterday. Natalie liked that. Things were all as usual, and she was enjoying that. She was intending to stay for a while yet, too. Her father had insisted on a book shop tour tomorrow, and her mother a proper family dinner.

Both parents were at work now, though, so Natalie had the house to herself. Not that you could tell from the way that she was acting, since she was curled up in the arm chair in her room, as usual. Music was playing on the stereo, and her computer was open on the desk, as it tended to be. And she had a book in her lap, one for her French Lit class. It was like she'd never moved away.

Except she had a phone in her hand, and was picking Sam's number. That was definitely a change. And not a bad one.

[ooc: NFB, but open for emails and texts and calls (even other than the one she's making, omg.]

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[whenshewasnice]

Snicker. "It's the afternoon, my parents are at work. So no, I'm not."

[necroslacker]

"Good." Sam sounded a little relieved. "I don't need your parents to know we sleep together."

Even if they probably already suspected.

[whenshewasnice]

"You don't think they might've already figured that out?" Natalie teased, though it was probably true. "Mu brain didn't come out of nowhere, you know."

Both her parents were pretty damn smart too.

[necroslacker]

"That's just weird to think about though!" Sam said, shaking his head. "Parents know about...intimate stuff is weird."

[whenshewasnice]

"No, it's just potentially embarrassing," Natalie replied. "I think it'd be weirder if they didn't figure something like that out."

[necroslacker]

"Potentially embarassing is the same thing," Sam told her. "Getting that 'I know what you're doing to my kid' look is weird."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie snickered. "And have you gotten that often, then?"

Natalie never had. She came off as too sensible to most parents for that to happen.

[necroslacker]

"Once or twice," Sam admitted. "It's not like I'm a bed hopper or anything like that."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, not since I met you, anyway," Natalie replied, lightly. "Besides, bed hoppers generally don't get to meet the parents."

[necroslacker]

"Mm."

He smiled a bit.

"You should come back soon."

[whenshewasnice]

"Sunday," Natalie replied. "You need to be patient."

[necroslacker]

"Patience isn't as fun as pining," Sam decided. "Sunday's too far away."

[whenshewasnice]

"There's nothing I can do about that," Natalie lamented. Or just said. "So, I guess you'll just have to pine away. Possibly sobbing into my pillows."

[necroslacker]

"You're cruel," Sam said, snickering. "And don't act like you're not pining for me too."

[whenshewasnice]

"I miss, you I'm not pining," Natalie returned. "I have patience, and I know I'll see you on Sunday. I don't need to pine, I just need to wait."

[necroslacker]

"Fiiiiiiiine," Sam sighed, shaking his head. "I'll see you on Sunday. Enjoy Montreal, okay? Relax."

[whenshewasnice]

"That's the intention," Natalie agreed. "Don't pine too much, I'll see you on Sunday. Love you. Bye."

[necroslacker]

"Love you too," Sam said. "Bye."

He hung up the phone and smiled.