Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Her room felt bizarrely empty without Edward around, not that Effy would admit that out loud. Still, a week down the line with his stuff gone and the dorm lists changed, she was getting the feeling now, that he probably wasn't coming back.

So today, since she didn't really have anywhere else to be, was the day for rearranging and spreading herself out a little, and making the most of this having her own room.

Made it feel less empty, somehow, and gave her something to think about that wasn't what was going on at home, or certain other confusing moments of this week. Perfect, as far as she was concerned.

[[Door open, post open.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You shooting for a detailed rundown of my week or something?" he asked, making a face. "Or do you just want reassurance that I didn't do anything without you?"

[sleep! whoo! *collapses*]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Really don't need to know your entire schedule, thanks," she answered immediately, finding whatever space was left on her bed to sit in.

Considering he said he did fuck all for most of it, sounded downright boring. "Save it for someone else."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you're the one that keeps trying to bring up that I didn't do shit and that I have all this free time," he pointed out. "Like you're fucking daring me to prove you wrong. And I can start rattling off things if you're really that curious about what I did and what I do."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not daring," she assured him. "Just... making conversation." She wasn't always very good at that. "Pick your own topic, or something."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, now he almost felt bad. Almost. It still felt a little like daring to him. The fact that she was trying to make conversation with him was a little surprising. Not bad, just surprising.

"You wanna talk?" he asked, nodding once before rolling onto his side, head propped up on his hand. "Got any plans for all the new room you have?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It probably was a little bit like daring. Because Effy sometimes couldn't help herself.

She shrugged. "Dunno. Buy a couple posters, spread all my junk out a little more. Nothing drastic. Got some advice?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Never really had this much space of my own," he said, looking around the room. Without another person, it was pretty big. "I don't tend to spread out unless I'm sleeping. Fluffy stuffed animals for you to cuddle?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shot him an incredulous look.

"Think I'll save my money." So, no cuddly toys for her then. "That what you'd go for?" she assumed with a bit of a smile.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Fuck no," he said and made a face. "I'd go for a television, probably. Maybe a hammock."

He'd always really wanted a hammock. Secret confession. Shhh.

"Bookshelf," he added after a moment. "Things like that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Better ideas," Effy agreed, checking where his legs were and finding a little more space to stretch into. "At lest no going to make me feel like a six year old."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, you are pretty small," he said, unable to resist that opening. "I'm sure you can throw a tantrum like a six year old too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think you're confused about relative size of things," Effy informed him. She was far bigger than a little kid, thanks.

And she did not tantrum, either.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think I'm perfectly right," he answered with a shrug of his shoulder. "You're small. I'm not confused, you're in denial."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You always think you're right." So did she. Details.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I am always right," he corrected. "S'okay, I'm patient with those that don't know any better. Someday, you'll learn. It's part of your growing process."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Never going to be that brainwashed," she assured him. "Bad luck."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then you're always going to be wrong," he said nonchalantly, one shoulder raising in a shrug. "Definite bad luck for you. I'm sure you'll get used to the idea."

[wtf eljay ate this comment or something.]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so." Because that would make it so, Effy, yes.

"Don't make me kick you out my bed." If he could threaten that one, so could she.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't think you want me to leave," he decided, sounding confident. "And I'm used to those that don't want to hear the truth right off. They just have to get used to the idea that I'm always right. Hard truth but I find that most people adapt."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You actually have examples?" Effy doubted it, somehow. He couldn't have that many people who automatically agreed with the fact he was just always right.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Sure do," he said because he couldn't just say no to that. He probably couldn't say anyone from the island but she knew next to nothing about his home life. He could get away with friends from home, he was sure. "Why, you want names and numbers or something? They might wonder why you're so obsessed with checking up on me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's weird that you think I care that much about checking up on you." It seemed to be coming up a lot with them lately.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I said or even really implied the word care in there at all," he pointed out, shaking his head. "You're the one that's gone automatically to the whole caring each time. First with my bed, now with this. I offer up proof, you take it as me wanting you to care. Where's that leap coming from?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'd have to give a shit to go calling your friends." Sounded like implication to her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're the one that asked," he reminded her, shaking his head. "You wanted to know if I had names, I gave you the option to prove that I'm right. Not that you care."