4 MORANT, ziggy berman

two.

     "Okay, my turn," Anastazia stated, smiling at the girl who sat before her. She sat with her both her legs crossed, while Ana had only her right leg crossed with the left dangling off the bed. "What is your biggest pet peeve?" Her head cocked to the right when she asked this, curiosity taking over.

     "Well, it would probably have to be: people pretending to be something they're not." She responded. "That's always pissed me off. Who knows, maybe it's a Shadyside thing." The girl rambled, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

     Ana shook her head, "It's not a Shadyside thing," She began. "It just means that you aren't fake." The girl shrugged, beginning to pick the black polish off her freshly done nails. Under any other circumstances, her mom would be pissed, but she couldn't be pissed now. How would she? She wasn't even there; she was at home getting laid.

   "Yeah, I guess you're right." Ziggy responded. The two girls sat in silence, a comfortable one, pretty intensely, staring at each other. In all honesty, if anyone would've walked in, they might've thought the girls were about to hook up. "Hey, uhm... do you think that your parents are assholes, or is it just me?" She questioned. "It's probably just me right?" Shaking her head, she decided to pretend she hadn't said anything.

     "It's not just you," Ana started, looking up at the redhead who sat before her. "My dad was really abusive. He uh, he left us to be with my aunt. Now when we go to family events for my mom's side, we see them with their kids. It sucks. He pretty much abandoned us, he doesn't even attempt to see me." The girl paused. "My mom stopped caring after he left. She doesn't even try anymore. She'll make sure I don't need anything, and then she'll blow all of her money on useless and fancy shit for her and my stepdad."

    Ziggy didn't know what to say. Compared to Ana's, her homelife was amazing. Sure her mom wasn't the best and her dad wasn't there, but it wasn't that bad.

     "My stepdad has his own two kids, one boy and one girl. They're not too bad, but I still don't like them too much. Maybe it's because of how much they resemble him." Ziggy took her hand and squeezed it gently, "He's an abusive asshole, just like my father. Around my mom he's an absolute angel though. This is just perfect because when I try and tell her what he does to me, she yells at me and tells me to stop telling lies. I fucking hate her."

     Still unsure of what to do, Ziggy just stared at the girl. Their hands still interlaced. "Okay dipshits, lets go. We've got activities to do." The girls groaned and got up, never letting go of each other's hands.

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     "God, I hate Will." Ziggy groaned, slamming the cabin door behind her. Ana stared at the girl, not fully knowing what to do. Sure, she didn't like him either, but she wasn't slamming doors and having hissy fits because of it. "Why is he such a jerk?" Ziggy asked, the question clearly being directed at Anastazia, who simply shrugged in response. "You know, you're really no fucking help."

     "Look, I get that you're pissed at Will, but take it out on me. I literally dragged you away from him so you wouldn't get kicked out of the camp!" The girl threw her arms up in frustration. She couldn't quite understand why the redhead would be yelling at her over this. Maybe she just needed to vent? Who knew, that girl was a piece of work if Anastazia had ever seen one. She genuinely wondered how Ziggy's sister managed to deal with her.

     The two girl's stayed to themselves for the rest of the night; they didn't speak to each other, nor did they glance in the other's general direction. They simply left each other be. Ana felt it'd be best to let Ziggy calm down before she tried to speak to her. Ziggy didn't speak to Ana because Ana wasn't speaking to her. Simple as that.