Post by furandfeathers on Apr 15, 2008 21:21:49 GMT -5
This one kind of stinks, but I guess it was more for moving the plot along than anything.
POLL QUESTION:
What do you think they're going to college for? Like, what jobs are they going to have in the second part. They have to have jobs that interact with each other, or somehow, they have to come in contact. They can't be teachers, because they are teachers in real life, and HER children went to the school that HE worked at, (they work together now but that came much later) so does anyone have any ideas for what kind of career they could have?
On to the story!
Christmas Break has drawn to a close, and she and I are in the car on our way back to college. The first semester flew by, and though I will never tell her, it was nice that he wasn’t there. She wrote him novel length letters and they took turns calling each other every Sunday night, but that didn’t bother me. I usually left her in our dorm room to go hang out with this guy I met who lives down the hall.
Christmas itself was equally uneventful. I saw him only briefly, when we all went roller skating one night before I went on vacation with my parents. Or rather, she and I went roller skating and he became great friends with the floor. Balance is apparently not a strong suit.
I am only half listening to her now, gushing about the necklace he bought her for Christmas. It is a single square Opal on a silver chain and while it’s very pretty, it isn’t the Hope Diamond she’s making it out to be. As she starts turning the dial, searching for a radio station that plays songs we’ve heard of, she mentions wanting to buy a matching pair of earrings. I tell her that buying Opals for yourself is bad luck. She shrugs it off, and at last finds a suitable radio station. The rest of the trip goes by quickly as we sing at the top of our lungs drawing stares from small children in passing cars.
We arrive on our floor, lugging suitcases that weigh more than we do, feeling like our arms are going to fall off. We meet my new friend at the top of the stairs, and I demand to know where he was four flights ago; he could have carried our bags. He apologizes, saying that he was just coming down to look for us. He helps us carry our belongings to our room, then wanders off to talk to the other people in the process of moving back into their rooms.
I am struggling with the sheets on the bed, and she is attempting to stuff everything in our shoebox sized closet when there is a loud knock on the open door. I look up, wondering who would knock on an open door, and when I see the person standing there the sheet falls out of my hand, snapping back to bunch in the middle of the bed. She pulls her head out of the closet and gives a shriek of surprise before launching herself at him.
Pulling back almost immediately, she questions his presence here, and he replies that he is moving in today, just like everyone else. We both must have looked confused as he continues that he has transferred. She pounces on him again, nearly vibrating with happiness, and he returns her embrace smiling broadly. My friend down the hall chooses to return at that moment and I introduce him to her boyfriend. I think they will get along well, and she sends me a look that clearly says ‘now we can double date.’
We spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking and dragging him all around the campus to meet the friends that we have made here. I don’t think I’ve seen her smiling so much since this time last year, and though I enjoyed the fact that it was just the two of us here, I don’t mind that he’s here now.
Later, after we have spent an obscene amount of money on the textbooks we need for our classes, we are relaxing in our room watching old game show reruns after playing cards with some of the other people on our floor. Yawning for the millionth time, I look over at them. She is asleep already, her head on his shoulder, her arms locked around his waist. He looks helplessly at me, obviously not wanting to wake her up. I lift my hands in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture before telling him goodnight, and switching off the light.
POLL QUESTION:
What do you think they're going to college for? Like, what jobs are they going to have in the second part. They have to have jobs that interact with each other, or somehow, they have to come in contact. They can't be teachers, because they are teachers in real life, and HER children went to the school that HE worked at, (they work together now but that came much later) so does anyone have any ideas for what kind of career they could have?
On to the story!
Christmas Break has drawn to a close, and she and I are in the car on our way back to college. The first semester flew by, and though I will never tell her, it was nice that he wasn’t there. She wrote him novel length letters and they took turns calling each other every Sunday night, but that didn’t bother me. I usually left her in our dorm room to go hang out with this guy I met who lives down the hall.
Christmas itself was equally uneventful. I saw him only briefly, when we all went roller skating one night before I went on vacation with my parents. Or rather, she and I went roller skating and he became great friends with the floor. Balance is apparently not a strong suit.
I am only half listening to her now, gushing about the necklace he bought her for Christmas. It is a single square Opal on a silver chain and while it’s very pretty, it isn’t the Hope Diamond she’s making it out to be. As she starts turning the dial, searching for a radio station that plays songs we’ve heard of, she mentions wanting to buy a matching pair of earrings. I tell her that buying Opals for yourself is bad luck. She shrugs it off, and at last finds a suitable radio station. The rest of the trip goes by quickly as we sing at the top of our lungs drawing stares from small children in passing cars.
We arrive on our floor, lugging suitcases that weigh more than we do, feeling like our arms are going to fall off. We meet my new friend at the top of the stairs, and I demand to know where he was four flights ago; he could have carried our bags. He apologizes, saying that he was just coming down to look for us. He helps us carry our belongings to our room, then wanders off to talk to the other people in the process of moving back into their rooms.
I am struggling with the sheets on the bed, and she is attempting to stuff everything in our shoebox sized closet when there is a loud knock on the open door. I look up, wondering who would knock on an open door, and when I see the person standing there the sheet falls out of my hand, snapping back to bunch in the middle of the bed. She pulls her head out of the closet and gives a shriek of surprise before launching herself at him.
Pulling back almost immediately, she questions his presence here, and he replies that he is moving in today, just like everyone else. We both must have looked confused as he continues that he has transferred. She pounces on him again, nearly vibrating with happiness, and he returns her embrace smiling broadly. My friend down the hall chooses to return at that moment and I introduce him to her boyfriend. I think they will get along well, and she sends me a look that clearly says ‘now we can double date.’
We spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking and dragging him all around the campus to meet the friends that we have made here. I don’t think I’ve seen her smiling so much since this time last year, and though I enjoyed the fact that it was just the two of us here, I don’t mind that he’s here now.
Later, after we have spent an obscene amount of money on the textbooks we need for our classes, we are relaxing in our room watching old game show reruns after playing cards with some of the other people on our floor. Yawning for the millionth time, I look over at them. She is asleep already, her head on his shoulder, her arms locked around his waist. He looks helplessly at me, obviously not wanting to wake her up. I lift my hands in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture before telling him goodnight, and switching off the light.