The Roof, Thursday Night

[stykera]

The roof wasn't somewhere Stark went often. It seemed like a good place to emo think tonight though. He was tired of his room for the time being, and this was less likely to be crowded than a common room. And it was nice, sometimes, to be able to look up at the stars, even when they were partially hidden behind clouds.

So he was sitting quietly near the edge, knees pulled up to his chest, trying not to think too hard about anything.




[Open, as these things tend to be]

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you could go to the place that the other guy here who might be from your place is from. Cause if it's not the same place you were from, it'd be kind of like a compromise."

[stykera]

"That might also work. Unless where, or maybe it's just when and not where at all, unless that's worse. And there might be another me there. Or then. I don't need another me. One is enough."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

This was getting too confusing for Billy. "Maybe it'd be simpler to try to get a job here."

[stykera]

"I'll figure out something," Stark said. And he would. Even if there was only a week left.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy smiled. "That's the spirit."

[stykera]

"You're still here for another year?" Stark asked.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yep. The fost-" Ah the hell with it "The powers that be have already been forwarding me college info though."

[stykera]

Stark nodded. "Good luck with that."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. So far I'm tossing out the ones where the campus isn't pretty."

[stykera]

"Sounds like a fine method," Stark said.