Who has to know? {Kensi&Sloan}

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Sloan had been born to go to college. He loved everything about it: the independence from his parents, the fact that he could party the night away and nothing would happen to him, the fact that he could actually learn about things he wanted to learn about, and the fact that he loved all of the new people he was meeting. His original plan had been to hold off on college for a few more years, but those plans had been thrown in the garbage when he broke his femur by falling off the side of a mountain while hiking one day. After six months of mending, he was able to get up and walk, but there was no way he could do the things he loved, like climbing the sides of mountains or rock climbing. So, he decided that he was going to go to college, and after he graduated, he would continue exploring the world like he had been before his accident. 

Sloan had physical therapy three times a week, and it had been helping him walk a lot easier, but his leg was still sore a lot of the time. If he walked for too long, it would swell up and hurt. If he sat for too long, it would lock up and he had a hard time getting it to move again. He had to keep walking in order to keep it from locking, but he had to take a break from walking so it wouldn't swell up. It was a challenge, but luckily for Sloan, he loved a challenge. Sloan still had a limp to his walk, but it wasn't all that noticeable unless you knew him like his sister did. Which was another reason he went to New York for schooling. His little sister was going there, and he wanted to be closer to her. They had been traveling together before she decided to go to school. He wanted to go, but he wanted to finish up his travels first. So, when fate had another plan for the boy, he went with it. He figured his sister would like the company anyway. 

Sloan would make sure she wasn't drinking and partying her life away, and she would have to make sure he wasn't pushing his leg passed it's breaking point. They both needed each other, and Sloan knew Kensi would be hard to tame. He also knew that he would be hard to make sit back down, but that was another road. As he walked, limping slightly, into the student union, he shot Kensi a text, telling her that he was going to be in there for a while and to meet him there. He liked to think they were friends and not just annoying siblings. Whether or not she thought that was all in her mind. 

He grabbed a poptart and a Pepsi from the little convenience store they had in the union, and he found a lounge chair and an end table to set his stuff down on. He pulled the end table in front of his chair, propping his leg up as he sat down, chowing down on his poptart. He plugged his headphones into his phone, watching Vine videos as he waited for his sister. 

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[Kensington Olivia Summers]

It surprised even Kensi herself how much she enjoyed college life. She’d only been going at the end of high school to please her parents, get herself a degree in something she could do abroad and then find herself working across Europe and South America. Eventually she would settle down but she would not be tamed. And then she’d decided it was time she returned home to earn that degree. Taking a year before starting wasn’t that bad and she’d found she was enjoying knowing more about what her teachers were telling them thanks to the fact that she’d been to those places already. She had never been an honour roll student, caring too much about the party and the weekend bonfire than she did maths and sciences. But she was a solid B student, even with the parties or the midnight swims with boys who had no good intentions. She was a preacher’s daughter, which should have meant being a sweet innocent girl but the only people who thought that of her were the adults. Everyone else knew the real Kensi. The girl who could toss back fireball and moonshine with the best of them and be able to dance on the tailgates, throw herself from the tire swing into the warm waters surrounding Tybee Island and still get up in time for Church Sunday morning looking fresh and god fearing.

Others had not been so lucky, showing up to church in rumbled clothes because finding the perfectly pressed Sunday best just wasn’t happening, makeup smudged on the ladies, hair still full of the pomades from the night before for the guys and all accidentally forgetting to take their sunglasses off for fear everyone seeing the blood shot eyes of those who had been out until dawn, getting two hours of sleep before their parents were shouting about church. Tybee was small enough that attending church was expected; plus, it was the deep South. There was little else that meant more than church on a Sunday morning. New York was nice for Kensi because she really didn’t have to attend church anymore. As long as she went once a month to please her father when her parents called to check in, she was gold. They always asked if she’d been to church lately and she could honestly say she had. She had never lied to her parents, they had always known what she was getting up to and that remained true still. They never asked how long it had been since she’d attended mass, so she was never really lying, even if it had been a few weeks. She would just attend the closest day after their phone call. It was as good as they were going to get and in New York, she could attend church nearly every day of the week. An interesting change from her small town.

Kensi was in a meeting with one of her professors when her phone chimed a message. They’d stopped talking about coursework twenty minutes before and were discussing the places they’d been to in Europe, each telling the other their favourites across the continent. Both had a dozen favourite places they had enjoyed visiting, some of which were even the same; most actually. “Sorry.” She said with a laugh checking the sender. She opened the message seeing who it was from and replied quickly. “Sorry, I’ve got to go. Next time we veer so off course we start talking about Prague, we’ll have to do it over coffee and biscotti.” She said, picking her bag up as she stood and settling it on her shoulder. “See you next week.” She said again before letting herself out of his office. She moved through the campus quickly, stopping once for a coffee because she knew Sloan wouldn’t have thought of it and continued on, spotting him instantly. She dropped down into the chair across from him, lifting her cup to her lips for a sip even as she dropped her bag to the empty chair next to her. “What kind of poptart is that?” She asked, not concerning herself overmuch with pleasantries. They were siblings after all, they didn’t need them.

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<sub>Sloan didn't see himself as a wild-child, though he knew his parents would see him differently if they really knew what he did in his spare time. Well, his parents would think he was a sinner if they knew that he didn't attend church, and that he had been questioning his religion his entire life. Sloan believed that there was a higher being up in the sky, but he wasn't sure exactly what kind of being it was. He just knew that the being wanted him to live his life as best as he could. He knew that if he put good into the world, he would get good out of the world. Something else he believed in was that if he did good deeds and was just a happy person, life would go in his favor. He didn't want his dad to know any of his beliefs, though. He knew his father would lecture him and compel him to go back to Georgia to be saved. But Sloan didn't want any of that. It was just easier for Sloan if he told his parents he was going to church. He never went, and he honestly didn't feel bad about lying to the people who gave birth to him. They were trying to force him into being someone that he wasn't, and he knew it would break their hearts if they found out otherwise. So, he just spared them. 

Sloan whole-heartedly agreed with pastors children going off the deep end. His parents had tried their hardest to raise their children by the Lord. But keeping them sheltered for so long had caused them to rebel once they got a taste of freedom. It was as if they had gotten a taste for something, and they weren't going to go back from it. So he didn't blame his sister at all. He knew that the two of them would be perfectly fine in the future, even if they seemed a mess now. So when his little sister sat down in front of him, he smiled, offering her one of the poptarts to her. 

"Strawberry. My favorite."

He told her, taking a big bite of his poptart. 

"I didn't steal you from anything important, did I? I just missed being able to bug my little sister."

He said in between chewing. 
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Kensi was a wild as they got and she was damn proud of that fact. She might not have been big on drugs but she loved her alcohol and she spent every free night dancing away the hours. She loved college life sure, but thanks to her shenanigans in Georgia, she knew well how to handle the following mornings. She had been out every Saturday night since she was fifteen, except the holidays. She had loved those enough to stay home and spend time with her parents. And she woke up every Sunday morning, put on her usual light makeup, Sunday best and headed on over to the church to sit in the front pew like a good little girl. She did the same thing with her early morning classes when she’d spent most of the night with a drink in her hand and a song in her ears. Thankfully, she’d been raised in a household where it was okay to find who you really were, figure it out on your own. She knew if she ever got into any sort of trouble, her parents would have been there for her instantly.

Her father may have been a preacher but he was progressive enough to know that it the church wasn’t for everyone. Still, he wanted to know his children were on good paths and at least for Kensi, she was on the path she needed to be. It wasn’t necessarily going to be the right path forever but it was right for now and that was what mattered. Still she did as her father asked her and would at least visit a church when he called. Her mother was a hell of a lot more carefree and spirited. It often amazing Kensi that those two were in fact her parents. But then what other church out there would organise fundraiser like the paintball balloon afternoon? Most churches did bake sales and family days. They didn’t much care for going out of the box but Simon Summers cared about the interests of his congregation. Just as he didn’t actually seem to care that Kensi didn’t go to church every Sunday or most Sundays really. That she never went to an actual mass but she did step inside a church. He knew it wasn’t for his daughter and had accepted that when she’d still been in high school and had known what his daughter really got up to in her spare time.

Kensi made a face at the pop tart, putting her finger in her mouth for the universal sign of ick. “Ew.” She said, chugging back more of her coffee. For siblings, they really had nothing in common. Sloan was the calm one to Kensi’s wild ways. He was the one that brought her back when she flew off the deep end. At least that used to be the case. She honestly didn’t know the man that was sitting across from her. He wasn’t the man who’d said he was done traveling when she had and then chose to stay behind. He wasn’t the man who thought up the grand idea of sharing an apartment and then ditched her only to finally find himself in the city with his own apartment. But either way, Sloan was in the city now so they could try to go back to the way things used to be. “I was in a meeting with a professor. Why do you have such terrible taste in pastries?” She countered, reaching into her bag blindly for her phone after it chimed a message.

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