Catriona held her breath as Michael got out of the car and walked around to them. She wanted nothing more than to hug him tightly, glad as she was to see him. He’d shown up one day randomly when she was twelve, and never left, being her father’s son from his previous marriage. She’d hated being an only child, and suddenly getting an older brother who actually cared about her and didn’t find her a nuisance to be around was a blessing she’d never thought possible. Of course, with Beth there, she couldn’t do anything at all as the girl continued with her mindless drivel, only shutting up when Michael opened his mouth. In fairness, she was just as taken aback as her friend was by the harshness of his words, not used to seeing him like this. She froze, willing Beth to just go away.<br/><br/>Beth blinked several times, stunned into silence by the verbal assault she’d just been given, before straightening up with her hands on her hips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">“Well I NEVER! Catriona always has such nice things to say about you, I can’t believe my Roommate's brother is such a rotten piece of work. Have fun Catty. We’ll be missing you this weekend. Sorry you’re stuck with this miserable train wreck of a human being.” </span>she turned on one of her heals, catching it on a tuft of grass and stumbling. The petite brunette winced, though her roommate caught herself and stalked off angrily, her hands balled into fists.<br/><br/>An audible sigh escaped his little sister as her shoulders drooped, setting her bag on the back seat through the open window before standing on her tiptoes and throwing her arms around him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “I missed you” </span>she mumbled, her words muffled by his shirt. She held on a little longer than usual, having been so lonely up here by herself. She almost regretted going, but not many young women got the chance to go to college so she wasn’t about to pass this chance up. Even if she was just studying English Literature and Poetry. She sank into the car seat with a sigh of relief, closing her eyes for a moment while he walked back around and got into the driver's seat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“She… she’s my roommate. And she means well, she really does. She’s the only reason i don’t spend every night cloistered up in the library…”</span>she said with a faint smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“But yeah. She can be… overwhelming…”</span>she turned her head to face him as he started the car, smiling at him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“So what’s the occasion? Why are you here?”</span>she asked, curious.