Room 323 [Tuesday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Looked like it was threatening rain outside, so Effy was staying in for once. Every girl needed a night off sometimes, even if they were few and far between for this one. She'd been out and got things done during the day, and to her, that should count for something.

So between the odd text to Tony (whose evening was going far more interestingly than hers), she was flopped back on the bed, holding the book she was reading up over her. She'd even got into it enough her hot chocolate had gone cold. That was actually kind of rare.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Last time I saw him, he was making me cook him a grilled cheese and then wanting me to make lists," Alex shared before pushing away from her desk and towards her bed.

As for his bigger and better things, he hadn't really decided on that yet. Still, he figured he could play it off. "Curious about if you're included in there or being nosy?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just being nosy," she answered, smiling a little wider. "I think you have no idea." Not that Effy thought he'd admit that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you always think that," he said, shaking his head. "I've got plenty of ideas, just no definitive plans. I've got time. Figured I could work it all out gradually. Why so nosy? Nothing better for you to do?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You're standing right there." Which made him prime material for her curiosity. He should know that by now.

"Could go back to my culture and ignore you if you want?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You could try," he replied, shrugging a shoulder, "but do you really want to? I'm standing right here and I don't think a book could hold your interest as well as I could."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Depends if you're just going to stand there." Because that, she could probably ignore relatively successfully.

Temptation to look at him, while that was present, she had the ability to repress.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Even just standing here, I'm still more interesting than anyone else," he decided, smirking because the statement demanded it. "Got something better for me to do?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just saying. Maybe it's a pretty good book." And it might take more than just leaning there being himself to beat it.

Which wasn't an answer really, since she didn't really have an instant suggestion to throw back.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it is," he agreed, sticking his hands in his pocket and nodding. "I'm still better."

Of course he'd think that. Come on.

"And I'm the one that's paying attention to you right now," he pointed out. "Not your book."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Give you that," she agreed, pausing a moment and tapping consideringly on the cover of that book. "You are allowed to sit down or something if you want."

Although, he did seem to take some enjoyment out of loitering like that. Maybe it was something about height advantage.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I know," he said, not making any kind of immediate move to sit down anywhere. He liked to stand around sometimes, stretch his legs. "And I'll get there in just a minute. Told you I'd make myself at home. You didn't object then so I assumed you wouldn't now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Seemed polite to check." Yes, she in fact, knew how to be polite.

"Then again, talking to the guy who decided he was worthy free use of my bed." Not like he had any trouble with that 'making himself at home' bit.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With a smile on his face, he finally did make to sit down on the edge of her bed, back to her but turning to look over his shoulder.

"You know, you've never kicked me out or off your bed before," he pointed out. Sure, he'd left once or twice but that'd been his choice, not hers. "Seems to me, you think I'm worthy enough."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Managed not to piss me off enough for that," she said, (which she was pretty sure he was capable of if he tried), and bent her knees a little to give some space.

That alone... sort of made him worthy, in a funny sort of way. That and managing not to get bored of him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that all it is?" he asked, looking at her for a few more moments before giving his neck a break and turning back around. He let his hands rest behind him though, stretching some. "I don't piss you off so you keep me around. Flattering."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I was kidding." Even finally flipped that book closed. Although the part where she would throw him out if he was a total ass was the truth.

Already established that a) there was more too it than that, and b) he kept himself around as much as anything else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I figured as much," he said, half smiling but keeping his eyes forward. Better on his poor, stressed neck muscles. "Did I sound pissed off to you? If I thought that was the only reason, I'd be gone already and wouldn't have come back. Not much substance there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Might've been a reason at first." Before it all got tied up in a million others she'd rather not examine. But that sort of thing was allowed before you got to know a person, she thought.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you didn't notice, we got past firsts awhile ago," he said, glancing over his shoulder at her again. "That something you miss?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, keeping you around because you didn't annoy me?" That probably wasn't what he was getting at, but never mind.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"The lack of substance," he clarified, keeping his head turned so he could see her and managing to keep the smirk off his face. "Though, really, you're not keeping me at all. I'm here because I wanted to be, I'll leave if I want."

Couldn't let himself be seen as a pushover, after all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Right." Didn't really doubt that he'd stick to that if it came down to it. Effy could imagine him stomping off in a huff if she pushed too hard about one thing or another, and she wouldn't really be able to stop him.

"No." She wouldn't want to go back to that. Not really. Fun as it was. "Substance has it's perks."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

If that answer surprised him, he didn't show. Just finally shifted his position on her bed so he was sitting at the opposite end as her, leaning back on his hands.

"What perks?" he asked, curious about what she had in mind. If she'd even tell him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Like you said... you haven't left and not come back." Which is what he'd implied he'd do without that. It was a perk.

Besides, if she decided she wanted it she could probably get a lack of substance anywhere.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Something you don't want me to do?" he asked, pressing just a little to see if there'd be any give there. It was an even split as to which way it would go. "Want me to keep coming back?"

And hey, last time he'd been caught out with having to admit a thing or two. She could have her turn.