Fast Car

Could you take care of a broken soul?

'Feed me,' Scott whined, from his reclined position on the sofa swing, out on the porch. His left arm was wrapped up in a big cast, and he was making grabby motions with his good arm, at the ice cream, which was well within his reach. Katrina had given up her Saturday to humor a sulky, and dramatic Scott. Truth be told, she didn't mind, Scott's mum had made cookies, and it was the perfect weather to sit on the porch all day eating ice-cream, like they had when they were kids. Except now, there was coffee involved too. Sarah Daniels, had become an important mother figure for Katrina in her teenage years, and Kat almost felt as if she owed as much of her happiness to Sarah as she did to Scott. Also her baking was the best. Ms Daniels had set them up with plenty of snacks before she'd left for the station, and now they were curled under a blanket, watching Scott's neighbor, Gertrude, swear at her roses. 

Kat was telling Scott about the party, avoiding the subject of how it had ended, trying to make it sound as if she had fun, but not too much fun without him. She was still feeling a bit bewildered and upset, about the events of the night before. As much as she'd always been bored, and resentful of Port Rushton, she'd never felt unsafe here, last night she had, and she didn't know what to do with that information. Despite her efforts to appear normal, Scott, in one of his fits of subtle observation (not common where Scott's concerned), seemed to notice something wasn't quite right with Kat. So, being the great friend he was, he'd thrown his good arm round her shoulders, and tucked her head under his chin without saying a word. 

'So Alison told me something rather alarming last night at the game.' Kat changed the subject, after a long silence.

'Katrina Green!' Scott gasped, in a stern voice. 'Are you about to gossip?'

'I am indeedy.' She grinned. 'Especially considering she explicitly told me not to tell you.'

Scott gasped, 'Ooh, breaking a friends trust. How truly awful of you.'

'Alison likes someone....' Kat began, feeling a rush of jealousy again, at the thought of Alison taking away her best friend. 'You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?'

'How the bloody hell would I know anything about who Alison's flavor of the month is? She's your friend not mine.'

'Just thought you might know something about it, considering it's you.' Kat pushed herself off Scott's chest, in order to gauge his reaction to this news.

'WHAT?!' She felt some level of relief at the mild horror adorning Scott's impression.

'Alison fancies you.'

'WHAT?' Scott yelled again. 'YOU'RE LYING.' He shoved her in the ribs halfheartedly.

'Nope.' She popped the p with satisfaction.

Scott yelled a bit more, then stopped suddenly and whispered in terror. 'Oh god, this is how I die.'

Kat giggled. 'She loveeeesssss youuu, She wants to kisssss yooouuuu.' She sang childishly, earning a swift thwack from Scott's good arm.

Scott flopped back on the swing-seat, causing the whole structure to lurch violently, he groaned in a heavily dramatic manner.

'She thinks you like her back.' Kat dropped into the silence.

'WHAT?!' Scott shot up straight in alarm.

'Mmhmm,' she was thoroughly enjoying this now. 'Because you waved at her, before the game.'

Scott's expression went entirely blank for a moment, his jaw slack. This was a sure sign he was thinking intently about something. Kat watched the cogs turn in his brain for a minute, before he slapped his leg in childish rage.