you're the fairy bomberman

Sigh.

No matter how great is was to spend time with Jim, it was just a bandaid, since he couldn't stick around. A momentary relief from the stupid hurt Envy was carrying around all the time these days. (Again, you could also say. If you wanted to be an asshole and remind her about things from before.) As soon as she was in Montreal, making a pit stop before her intended return to Ribeirao Preto where she could at least drown herself in work with renewed motivation, it hit her again. Everything fucking sucked. No boyfriend, no band. And she didn't know what to do with that.

So she was sitting on her parents' porch, smoking. Occasionally watching the street as cars passed by. She felt small. As close to insignificant as she ever did, these days.

And then one car didn't pass by, but instead drove onto their driveway. Envy watched, confused, as a guy got out.

He ran his hand back through his hair, and squinted at her. "... Nat?"

And her heart just about stopped. It had been eleven years. Eleven years, and she still just knew as soon as her name – that name – was out of his mouth. It was Todd. It was Todd. Her chest felt like it was about to burst. Her cigarette fell as she rushed up. Rushed up to him. He caught her in his arms and she felt like she'd come home. And the feeling didn't fade even over the day they took catch up on everything. All eleven years of it.

And once the day was through and darkness had fallen?

"Nat, I've missed you so much. Let me show you what I'd do for you."

Then he flew to the moon and punched a hole into it. Right next to another one that was already there. Yeah.

[ooc: Oh shit, here we go. Oh, Envy. NFB, NFI, taken from a flashback in Scott Pilgrim volume three.]

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.]

As it turned out, Natalie could have come up with some better ideas to deal with things than running off to Montreal. For one thing, she'd already done one impromptu trip here this very week, and she only had so many excuses to use on her parents. For another, when you were running away from dealing with someone who apparently knew your long lost best friend as an adult...

It was probably not best to go where said best friend's childhood home was visible through your bedroom window.

Understandably, Natalie wasn't quite sure this trip was helping anything. The former Ingram house might as well have been mocking her, and she knew that every day spent not talking to Sam probably made things worse between them. But she wanted to stay cocooned for a little while longer. And at least she had an actual piano here. It soothed her a little bit to dig up her old sheet music, go back to her piano lesson days.

It wouldn't last long, but it was something.

[ooc: NFB, mostly for one but open for texts and calls!]