Ten different suburbs and I could still navigate with my fucking eyes closed.
( jd huffs out a laugh at the stupid sameness of it all, lifting his head to look up at the sky, quickly darkening after sunset. they stayed at school late today – kate, to the library, to work on some banal, time-consuming essay; jd, to the library as well, for company -- if sitting next to her, rocking as far back in his wobbly wooden chair as he possibly can just because, reading aloud the lines from hamlet that he finds to be completely enlightening, and likely being distracting overall can be considered company.
well, at the very least, he's offered to walk kate home, which isn't entirely a new concept. the last dregs of the scorching texas summer and homecoming and all that other stupid shit seem pretty far away now that the temperature's settled down a little and jd's stopped looking as out of place in his dark trenchcoat. surprisingly enough, this school year's been ... not as bad as he'd expected, thanks to a few people, places, and/or things here and there. then again, his expectations of his return to texas had been utterly cataclysmic.
so maybe he's a little less focused on all of his raging inner turmoils. so maybe he has a friend or something now. so what. )
( so maybe it hasn't been said out loud, not in so many words, but kate's well aware that jd's only taken up a position in this library this late because she's here too. granted, it's a pretty safe bet given that he doesn't seem to have done anything remotely productive in the nearly two hours that they've been here. and kate hasn't made gained nearly as much ground in her essay, a study on animal testing being used in labs for her science class, as she would have liked.
there's only so much studying that can be cone when the boy sitting next to you seems determined to pull as much focus as possible. not that she's ungrateful for his offering to stick around, she wouldn't have accepted if she wasn't, but....really?
sighing heavily as she scratches out yet another mispelling in yet another note she's completely managed to lose track of, she drops the pen onto her notebook before resting her elbows on the edge of the table and looking over at him with an arched brow and the barest hint of a smirk. he may be able to see it if he squints really hard. )
I really appreciate you offering to stay, but you know you don't have to, right? ( honestly, she's not entirely sure if she's asking him to leave or just giving him the offer if he feels obligated to stay. ) It's not a big deal if you want to head out early. I probably won't be here much longer anyway.
( because at the rate she's going, this paper won't be done until sometime around midnight (if that) and she's fairly certain the library might fly over the desk and attack if they keep her here much longer. )
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:01 am (UTC)OH HI THERE
Date: 2014-11-05 06:14 am (UTC)( jd huffs out a laugh at the stupid sameness of it all, lifting his head to look up at the sky, quickly darkening after sunset. they stayed at school late today – kate, to the library, to work on some banal, time-consuming essay; jd, to the library as well, for company -- if sitting next to her, rocking as far back in his wobbly wooden chair as he possibly can just because, reading aloud the lines from hamlet that he finds to be completely enlightening, and likely being distracting overall can be considered company.
well, at the very least, he's offered to walk kate home, which isn't entirely a new concept. the last dregs of the scorching texas summer and homecoming and all that other stupid shit seem pretty far away now that the temperature's settled down a little and jd's stopped looking as out of place in his dark trenchcoat. surprisingly enough, this school year's been ... not as bad as he'd expected, thanks to a few people, places, and/or things here and there. then again, his expectations of his return to texas had been utterly cataclysmic.
so maybe he's a little less focused on all of his raging inner turmoils. so maybe he has a friend or something now. so what. )
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Date: 2015-02-02 01:45 am (UTC)there's only so much studying that can be cone when the boy sitting next to you seems determined to pull as much focus as possible. not that she's ungrateful for his offering to stick around, she wouldn't have accepted if she wasn't, but....really?
sighing heavily as she scratches out yet another mispelling in yet another note she's completely managed to lose track of, she drops the pen onto her notebook before resting her elbows on the edge of the table and looking over at him with an arched brow and the barest hint of a smirk. he may be able to see it if he squints really hard. )
I really appreciate you offering to stay, but you know you don't have to, right? ( honestly, she's not entirely sure if she's asking him to leave or just giving him the offer if he feels obligated to stay. ) It's not a big deal if you want to head out early. I probably won't be here much longer anyway.
( because at the rate she's going, this paper won't be done until sometime around midnight (if that) and she's fairly certain the library might fly over the desk and attack if they keep her here much longer. )