Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

With Christmas done and past, there didn't seem to be a hell of a lot going on around here, as far as she could tell. Few days until New Year's, and that trip, and a shitload of empty space to fill until then. Going out was her typical fallback at times like this, but you couldn't do that sort of thing all the time. Unfortunately. It would've been nice, having just one simple thing to think about. Never seemed to be the way things worked out, did it?

Spending her afternoon reading and idly blowing smoke rings out her window was a secondary option. She'd decided a long time ago that classic literature was more fun when there was alcohol or drugs involved. Pity that philosophy never got her by in classes.

[[and her door and this post are open. I have a day off and a bunch of free time to fill]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Later.

Yeah, she could get with later. Somehow, after everything since her request, that even seemed a better option. Followed him easily enough, staying close and even holding his look now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm so--" He started to apologize for that but shook his head and just kissed her instead, pulling her down on the bed with him and pouring his apology and a hell of a lot more into that kiss.

Later or now, he was going to want to touch her. He was going to want to be close to her and he was going to want her. He really just needed to learn how to stop trying to fuck it all up.

He hadn't yet. She was still here. So, tonight, he'd done all right.