Wednesday Night, 3rd Floor Common Room

[chasingangela]

Angela is curled up on the couch. She's half-watching The Z-Cases -- she has quite a crush on Wolf Londer -- but most of her attention is going to the laptop, pile of CDs, and shiny new iPod next to her, as she attempts to get music to load.

Somehow, it is not going well. She frowns and tries another CD.

[OOC: Do I really need to say "open to whoever"?]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

MartyPeter hops into the common room in his couch cushion cover Potato Sack.

He sees a pretty girl and waves at her from the elbow like a spaz.

"Hi ^*there*!" he said with his voice cracking.

[chasingangela]

Angela glances up. Marty looks and sounds a little strange, but what else is new? She smiles distractedly.

"Hi. What's with the bag?" she asks. "And do you wanna help me figure this out?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"We're having a potato ^*sack* race. I'm totally win-^*ing*."

Marty Peter scrunches his face and points at the laptop. "What are you ^*do*-ing with that?"

[chasingangela]

Angela blinks. "Is it really that boring in the dorms tonight?"

"I'm trying to get this thing to take my music. I think I'm, missing a step somehow. You're usually better than me with this computer stuff, right?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty Peter looked at the computer like it was from another planet. "Where's your ^Rec-ord player?"

[chasingangela]

"My old CD player? Back in my room, how come?"

Angela finalyl looks up. "And what's with your voice? Are you getting sick, babe?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Me? Sick! I feel ^*okay*! I just won the race back to the dorm!" Marty Peter says excitedly.

[chasingangela]

"You sure you're okay?" Angela says, finally worried enough to shut down the computer and turn to really look at him. "C'mere, Mart. Are you mad at me or something?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty Peter gives Angela a scrunched up look of confusion but hops closer to Angela and then on the couch. "Mad? Gosh no. ^*Why* would I be mad?"

[chasingangela]

"Like I know," Angela says, scrunching her nose. "My parents. The library. Me being away this weekend. Whatever."

She drops her arm around the young man. "...am I being silly again? This relationship stuff is really hard sometimes. I dopn't know, maybe I'm just overthinking things, but ... I do love you."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty Peter would normally question what she was talking about but ZOMG! A GIRL WAS TOUCHING HIM AND SAYING SHE LOVED HIM!

"You do?!"

[chasingangela]

"Don't you know that?" She sighs. "What, do I have to offer ferret action to prove it? Because that-" her hand is on his knee now- 'could happen. Probably."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty Peter looked at the hand on his knee and the cute girl in front of him.

"What's ^*ferret* action supposed to be like?"

[chasingangela]

Angela laughs.

"Okay, the voice thing? Go see Dr. House if it's still doing that tomorrow." She leabns in closer. "You told me last week that ferret action was kind of like this."

The kiss she gives him bears a significant chance of knocking Marty's socks off, if Peter doesn't completely freak out.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The kiss is fantastic. There's a little flailing to begin with.

But luckily it's also the same time that the gremlin wears off.

Marty blinks and looks around the room.

"Where am I?"

[chasingangela]

"Third floor common room?" Angela says. "What the hell is up with you?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Suddenly it all comes flooding back to him and he groans and tries to smother himself with a couch cushion.

The muffled word "Gremlins" might be heard.

[chasingangela]

Angela tries to yank the couch cushion away from him.

"Tell me you didn't get bit again."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Would it help to know it wasn't just me?" Marty groaned. "They got everyone in the support group and we all thought we were part of some weird singing, potato sack racing family."

"Except for Cally who kept calling everyone a fool."

Marty looks at Angela with a tired look. "It always has to happen to me."

[chasingangela]

Angela covers her face with both hands.

"Oh my god. That's werd even for gremlin bites. I swear they're getting better at what they do." She glances up. "Your voice ... were you, like, 12 or something? I mean, was I hitting on a middle school kid? 'Cause that's gross."

She leans into him. "Why is it always you? Can't they pick on somebody else? I mean, at least this time you were all people, and not three. But still."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty puts his arm aound Angela and sighs. "I don't know... but at least I have other people to share my pain with."

Marty then coughs embarrasedly.

"Um... Question? Is that ferret thing still an option? Might help with the gremlin thing?"

[chasingangela]

Angela spends a second just looking puzzled.

Then she thwacks him with the cushion.

"God, is that all you think about?

Don't answer that."

She snickers.

"Yeah, sure, we can go back to my room as soon as this episode is over."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty takes the cushion like a man. Or at least a teenager.

Definitely not like a 12 year old obsessed with bicycles and potato sack races.

Marty settles in on the couch with Angela to watch the end of the Z-Cases.

He will *not* be listening to the radio tomorrow.

[FTB]