Room 323 [Thursday, Early Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Relaxing as days without classes could be, they did have a tendency to give far too much time to think, and over-think about just about everything that had gone on in the last week or so. There was a good lot of stuff that fell into that frustratingly complex category, and Effy had spent her day avoiding that, by being out and about and doing things, cold as it was.

It was only on the way back she'd noticed the overabundance of candy canes, grabbed a couple from the cafeteria and was sucking on one as she pottered around her room and returned a couple of calls from Panda and Tony.

It kept her oral fixation satisfied and was probably better for her lungs. Win win.

[[Open door/post!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

An open door meant it wasn't his fault if he was going to distract her from not thinking about all that stuff. Really, that was just asking for someone to bother her. She was just lucky he was interesting and not boring.

"You know, sucking on that would be even better if you were still wearing the elf get up," he greeted, leaning against the frame of the door. "Might even make me believe in Santa Claus again."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trust him to show up at just the right time to set her straight back on the track of thinking about him again.

Effy glanced up from her phone, and actually pulled that candy cane out of her mouth to respond. "Someone's getting coal in their stocking," she remarked with a bit of a smirk. Non-believer. Tsk.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Good present," he said. He could take lemons and make lemonade, thank you. "I'll use it to throw at someone. It'll both hurt and make them messy. You're the best present giver ever!"

Santa Claus. Pfft. He hadn't believed in anything like that since age five. That's what happened when you got freaking pencils for Christmas.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got someone in mind?"

Well, that was such a quick and easy decision, she had to wonder.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't you like to know," he said and smiled. He couldn't give away all his secrets.

...

He had no one in mind. His aggressive tendencies had leveled off as of late.

"Coal or not, I think I'll just feel all honored that you'd even think of getting me a gift."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Never said that would be me," she pointed out. Generally it was the big guy in red who went for the stockings. Well, by popular childhood theory, anyway.

"Wouldn't know where to get coal anyway."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't get me a present?" he asked, leaning more heavily against her door frame so he was kind of half hanging in her room and affecting his best pout. "Really? Not even a card?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not coal, she clarified. "Not that seeing you fling it at someone wouldn't be entertaining somehow." Because it could be.

She might consider getting him something, even if she had no idea what that might be at this point. There had been other things on her mind.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I could find something to fling at somebody if you're really in need of some aggressive entertainment," he said, finally pushing himself off the door frame to wander in. "What're you up to? Having fun without me?"

For someone that had been doing a lot of thinking similar to hers, he was really trying hard to mask all that. Not everyday he was that honest with someone who sucked as much at the whole emotional deal as he did. Trying to leave all that below the surface for the time being.

Of course, that was hard to do when he was masochistic to himself with going to see her and all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Must be that magnetic personality of hers. Just couldn't keep himself away.

"Remarkably." Somehow, she did manage that from time to time. Without watching people get things thrown at them and everything. "Been out and got my fresh air or whatever. Hear it's healthy."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he didn't know if that was helpful or not in regards to all this crap between them. Probably a combination.

"I did that last night," he said, shrugging and taking up a spot on her bed since it was there and he'd made himself at home before. It wasn't that different to do it now. Well, not really. "Have a good time being all healthy and shit? You look positively bouncy."

Really. She did.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, because Effy was just full of bouncy joy. She could barely contain it.

"I think it's this," she decided, gesturing with her candy cane. "Brings out my festive side." Although, for all her sarcasm, the fact it was getting said with a bit of a smile, did prove her mood wasn't half bad.

"It was nice out. Refreshing and all it was supposed to be."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I decided to sleep." Felt like a good way to spend his time. "My classes are done for the week so it was smoke on the roof last night, sleep in this morning and then wing it from there. You happened to get included in my winging. Aren't you lucky?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, privileged to help you avoid boredom," she said, grinning a little.

Actually, there was something satisfying about the fact he chose to stop by as much as he did. Of course there was.

"Am actually taking it as a compliment."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't meant to be anything bad so taking it as a compliment sounds like the logical thing to do," he replied, shrugging. "That mean you're gonna help me avoid boredom? You got something planned?"

Of course she didn't but hey, he could take semantics and twist them around too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not much one for plans." His idea of winging it was one she followed often.

Which was 'no, I don't have anything planned' in Effy. He'd probably figured her backwards way of saying things by now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well then, I'm gonna end up being bored and falling asleep on your bed."

Not an unusual occurrence as of late. Whatever. Shut up. He wasn't that tired.

"You never make plans?" he asked, curious.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not never." Rarely. "Made plans with you, remember?" She hoped he fucking remembered that. Hadn't successfully managed to get parts of it out of her mind for the last few days.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I remember," he said, rolling his eyes. "Amazingly, I don't do something with one girl and then immediately forget it the next day when something else comes along and catches my interest."

Especially that day. Wasn't like she was alone in all that overthinking. It'd been shaking his focus for a few days.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just checking." Well, he had apparently forgotten for a brief moment there.

"I like a little spontaneity." Knowing everything you were going to do down to the barest detail would get so damn dull, wouldn't it? "It's exciting."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Have I ever seen you be spontaneous?" he wondered, tapping his chin. "Or just reactionary?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Must be losing my touch." Hadn't been kicked out of a school in a while, not that she particularly wanted to be, but... That one had been all her instigated spontaneity in action.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You should do something about that," he said, leaning back on his hands. "Be spontaneous at me. Show me that you're not just talking to impress me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Feels like something wrong with planned spontaneity," she commented. How were you supposed to do that on command, anyway?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"There are ways to do planned spontaneity and make it good," Alex replied, shrugging one shoulder. "I've done it to you before."