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]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy lifted a shoulder herself. She wasn't looking at him still, but her lips twitched in a slight bit of a smile.

"Was pretty good," she allowed. For Effy, queen of the understatement, that was high praise. "Didn't get back before morning, did we?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No," he said and pushed himself into a sitting position. She wasn't looking at him, he still felt the edges of anger and he had no idea what was going on. He shook his head and scrubbed his fingers through his hair. "No, we didn't. It was fun. It was good. Everything looks better in the mornings anyway."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Catching that movement, Effy glanced across at him. "Something about seeing it from that side. Better than waking up early for it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Poetic," he said and rubbed his eyes wearily. "I think it's just because I'm either drunk or hysterically exhausted that I just don't give a fuck. Who knows. I hate mornings still. Just not as bad as I hate other things."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Hope you didn't pick any early classes, then," she remarked casually, regaining a little more of her normal confidence now they'd gone a couple of minutes without snapping.

Something fucking wrong with her at the moment, letting dumb things like that get to her. Had to get over that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"My classes are fine," he said, shrugging his shoulders and then rolling them to try and work some of the tension that had built up out of them. "They're in the beginning of the week, I get them over with, I have more time for the fun stuff."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Went and spread mine all out," she said, pulling a face. "But, guess at least I've got space between." Sticking with the safe subjects, yeah.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Something was definitely weird between them if they'd started talking about their respective classes just to get some stability back.

"For your very exciting nights out?" he asked, unable to stop the edge of sarcasm from showing itself there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes," she said, feeling pretty good about that one at least. Her nights out were fucking awesome. "Even the best of us need a break."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I bow at your feet," he said, sarcastic again. "And today, you're moving furniture and being domestic. That's pretty adorable for someone who stays up all night, doing who knows what."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"A rare sight," she assured him. "It'll be worth it, though." Look at all her space.

And hey, no roommate to sexile whenever it came to that. There were some great bonuses to this.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll take your word for it," he said and glanced around. "Want me to fuck off and leave you to it?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Unless you want to just sit there and watch." Sounded pretty boring though.

Somehow, she didn't think he'd want to do anything helpful. Hadn't gone for that option the last time.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't wanna play audience today," he said, already climbing off her bed and getting to his feet. "I've got less boring things I could be doing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So you keep telling me," she said without much heat, watching him stand and leaning back on her hands in the new space. "Full schedule and all."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You keep thinking I have all this free time. I don't," he said, not looking back at her while he straightened his shirt. "Yeah, it's a full schedule."

It was...nowhere near full but he didn't know what was going on anymore. He was just all kinds of out of whack.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Amazing how tiring even a pretty short conversation between them could be sometimes. His refusal to look at her, definitely wasn't helping with that.

Whatever, right? She didn't care.

Yeah... Right.

At least this time she had the sense to shut up, and just keep her eyes on him, rather than make anything worse.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And Alex knew she was looking at him and it made his shoulders tighten up with the strain of not looking at her. She'd said she didn't care, he said it back, gotta put up a good front, right?

Ugh.

"Don't have too much fun moving stuff around," he said, straightening his hair (really, his hair?) while he said that.