Suite 239/240

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

The room is spotless. All the beds are made with precision corners, and fluffed up pillows. There's no sign of any of the broken fluffy bunny plates, or any mess which might have accumulated.

Even the fridge has been sorted and tidied, and all the bottles of alcohol are organized by type and size.

Elizabeth is sitting on the floor by the DVDs, ensuring that they're all in alphabetical order.

Nervous? What do you mean, she's not nervous?

The half-empty bottle of wine in the fridge, and the wrappers from the box of chocolates suggest otherwise.


[ooc:Please feel free to come and distract Elizabeth from arranging her clothes by color next. Not that she would do such a thing... no...]

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

How drunk were you both?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Me? Not enough.

Him? Not sure.

::shakes her head, still blushing::

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*bites her lip, trying not to laugh*

Oh... dear...

*smiles brightly*

Well... at least he should have got the hint that you like him

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::blushes even more::

Well, I did wake up in his room...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*raises her eyebrow*

Really?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

But he was on the floor, while I was in his bed. ::shrugs, still blushing::

Both kinda ultra-cute of him and kinda disappointing at the same time, you know?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. It's nice that there's guys other than Charlie in this school who still have some manners still.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sighs, and lies down::

Just hope it doesn't mean he's not interested, that's all.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Or it means that he is interested, and doesn't want to screw it up by being all hormonal and stuff

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::laughs::

This is Anders we're talking about. Samuel "All I can do is squeak when I've got a girl in my lap stroking my hair" Anders.

I don't think he has hormones.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

*completely innocently*

Maybe he's gay?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sigh::

Around here, who isn't?

I have no idea. But knowing my luck with boys, I wouldn't be surprised.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Aww, hon, it's okay. There's plenty of fish in the pond!

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::shrug::

I guess. ::sighs again, and sits up::

Chocolate sounds waaaay too good of an idea right now.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*points at the fridge*

Third shelf, on the right, under the strawberries

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::scoots over and yoinks some chocolate::

Thanks. ::smile::

I just need to stop worrying about boys. Especially now that I've signed up for even more classes.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Yes! Boys are a waste of time and space. Mostly.

Oh, what have you signed up for?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Shop and Intermediate Math.

I, uhhh... might have signed up for Math just cause Anders' is in it.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*shakes her head in disbelief, smiling*

Rather you than me!! I'm staying clear of math, unless they drag me there, screaming and kicking!

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::laugh::

I can do the whole dragging thing if you really want me to. ::grin::

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... y'know, I think I'll pass there...

I've signed up for ethics myself, if Professor Maclay is able to get another class together in a different time slot

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cool.

Have you seen the Shop teacher? I swear, it's like he could be Jack's father or something...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

No, not yet.

And that's a scary thought. One Jack is more than enough to deal with!

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe not father. More like... strange long-haired uncle or something.

::sighs again::

Well... now what?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Now, I'm waiting for the election results to be announced.

No, damnit, I'm not.

*throws herself so she's lying on the floor*