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]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't." Just so that was crystal.

Sure protests it lot, at least.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I know," he retorted immediately, rolling his eyes. "Don't fucking worry, I don't care about you either. Congratulations, you're one of many."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, covering any twinge that might've come with that. Apparently, saying it was one thing, and hearing it back was another. Who knew?

"You're not being very persuasive," she told him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Persuasive about what? About talking to Griff? Talk to him, don't talk to him, I don't care," he said, trying to cover any pissiness her words might have riled up in him. Bury it down, lock it away.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A lot of not caring going around today. Lot of covering of various things, too.

"Thought that was why you came by."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It was," he confirmed sharply. "And I asked. I did what I said I was going to do. I don't give two shits if you talk to him or sit in your room and sulk."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"... Why would I sulk about it?" Effy shrugged, shifting back a little more comfortably on the bed. "I'll do it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I meant in general sulking," he said, shaking his head. "I don't expect you to sulk about this. It's really not brooding material. I'm sure you have plenty of other things to sit and brood about."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not." She did. But that really wasn't the point. "Better ways of spending time."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What better ways do you have of spending your time?" he wondered curiously. "Enlighten me since you seem to think I have too much free time. I really don't think you're any better."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I go out a lot," she answered simply. "Consider that a better use of time than just brooding."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, look at that, a similarity," he said flippantly. "I go out a lot too. And sometimes I just don't bother with coming back to my room. Especially if I'm having fun elsewhere."

He was a bastard.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He was, and Effy, determined not to let anything show, looked away from him. Seemed like it was one of those days for driving each other crazy.

"Mark of a good night." Well, it was. That was the truth. "Shouldn't want to go home before morning."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't tend to," he said, watching her carefully but pushing anything that wasn't sarcasm, flippancy and aloofness down and away. It proved difficult. "I'm glad you support my ways of having fun."

Or, you know, hated him for being such a jackass just because he was pissed off.

"I'd ask you to come along sometimes but you're too busy going out yourself and all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"We've managed to combine our fun nights out before, somehow." On the days when they weren't poking at each other like this.

"Worked out, didn't it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I thought it did," he agreed with a slight shrug. "But you're the one who says she goes out a lot, maybe it didn't compare to your other excursions."