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Second Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening.

With a big sigh and dragging feet, Turtle had made her way out of her bedroom, down the hall, and into the common room, where she ceremoniously snatched up the remote control before plopping dramatically onto the couch. She sprawled slightly, confortably, and sighed again, heavily, before pressing the button to turn on the TV. Flipping through the channels, she continued to think morosely about how she'd worked through everything there was to be worked through in her room and was not resorting to trying to find something decent or interesting or fun on a Thursday ni--

Ooooh, C-Span.

She sat up a little. But she was still going to complain, if anyone asked, how she hated these periods of internem when there was nothing interesting going on that she could really care about because she had a few years until graduation anyway. Bring on the new semester already, yeesh.

Sometimes Turtle simply had no patience. And way too much boredom.

[[ it's a common room; what do you think it is? ]]

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Annette was carrying Chinese take out when she peeked her head into the common room, maybe looking for someone in particular. Just cause maybe he was wandering around and trying various common rooms out of pure boredom. Who knew. Anyway, there she was, and she saw Turtle.

She could just turn around and leave and she knew that. Probably without Turtle being aware. But Annette was kind of nice lately. That's why she tried to sneak up behind Turtle, and yelled, "BOO!"

Well, there was C-Span. C-Span was pretty enthralling.

Or hypnotic. Turtle wasn't paying the least bit of attention. Which is why, when someone sneaked up behind her and yelled, she jumped about a foot, sputtering something that sounded like gibberish, and sending the remote control in her hand directly toward the face of whoever her assailant was.

And it popped her in the nose. "OW! GEEZE!" Annette stepped back, one arm holding containers of Chinese, the other moving her hand to her nose, checking for blood.

Okay, it wasn't that hard, but checking for blood was just a normal reaction when you got hit in the nose. Annette still remembered when she got hit with that ball when she was on the roof with Chad. Worst bloody nose ever omigod.

Turtle winced a little when she realized that it had only been Annette, but she didn't feel bad about it, really. A pop on the nose was lucky for someone sneaking up on a girl who had good reasons to be worried about stuff like that. Head tilted back against the arm of the couch to look at the other girl, Turtle narrowed her eyes a little and said, "Usually, you greet people with Hello, Annette, not by scaring the living bejeebus out of them."

"Well, I didn't think I would actually scare the bejeebus out of you, Turtle. More like a startled, 'Oh!'," she explained as she walked around the couch to sit down in a chair.

But now that she knew, it was kind of funny, and she laughed lightly even as she rubbed her nose. "Sorry?"

Turtle's glare followed Annette's exodus around the couch. "As you should be," she commented and then added, a second later, after noticing the take-out, "Sharing is a great way to make something up to someone, by the way."

Oh, right, she had dinner. "Um, well, it was actually for my, er... someone else."

Turtle arched an eyebrow. "And, what? Your, er...someone else likes his Chinese food cold?"

"Good point," she handed over a carton of shrimp fried rice with chop sticks to Turtle and kept the lemon chicken for herself. "There. Don't say I was never nice to you and what the crap are you watching on TV?"

Turtle actually hadn't expected that to result in her getting food; after she had the food, however, and was situating chop sticks in her hand, she realized that she shouldn't be surprised. She nodded at the TV before carefully guiding a bite to her mouth. "It's C-Span," she said. "It's important. They're talking about everything that went on in Congress today."

Annette took a bite of her chicken, thoughtfully considering the TV screen. "Can't you get a wrap in the morning? It's totally boring and doesn't go very well with Chinese, Turtle."

Turtle shrugged, shoveling in a bit more rice. "I like it," she said. "It's no more boring than anything else on right now, and you can leave if it's that bad, you know."

As she said that last part, though, she definitely seemed to grip onto her carton of Chinese a little more.

"If I go, so does the Chinese," she stated, watching the way Turtle seemed to grip her carton. "But whatever. I know I could find something much more interesting on. Like the Discovery channel for instance. Or the Travel channel..."

"Yeah, but," Turtle pointed out, "this stuff is actually important. This is the stuff that happened in our country today, Annette. All these boring old farts are the ones in control of our everyday lives."

"I know that, Turtle," she gave her a look. "I'm not saying it is not important and I'm not saying I do not keep up with what is going on in our country. I was merely suggesting that entertainment with dinner could be found on another channel. Sleeping while trying to eat is really not a brainy thing to do."

"I didn't plan on sleeping," Turtle muttered back, and thought about mentioning the whole fact that Annette could leave if she wanted to, but then remembered her shrimp fried rice and shut that thought up. "Besides," she said, instead, "I should be insulted that you'd suggest that holding a conversation with me isn't interesting enough."

Yeah, Annette knew she could leave. But getting under Turtle's skin was secretly amusing and since she was getting better and better at fooling people with her own sense of entertainment, she knew she could have fun here.

"Oh? And what do you suggest we talk about? Your stock portfolio?"

"No," Turtle said simply with another bite. "I wouldn't want you to feel jealous."

"Riiight, because I so would be jealous," she said incredulously. Annette was never one to flaunt and she wouldn't do so now. But Turtle made it very hard not to do so.

"How about we talk about Jeff?"

Hey, Annette got all her money from her daddy. Turtle was a self-made millionaire at age fourteen. There was a huge difference.

Not that anyone really knew exactly how much she was worth except Marco anymore, but that was beside the point.

"What about him? He's doing really well." Unfortunately, Turtle couldn't stave off the slight grin at that.

Probably. But money was money when it all came down to it.

Okay, so maybe there was a bit of pride there to be had in Turtle, but when everything was taken care of for you? It didn't much matter.

Annette would be a self-made something or other in her life. Sometime later... probably.

Yeah, that grin was a bit catching. "That's good, but how are you two doing? Doesn't he graduate or something?" Annette had no clue.

Turtle shot Annette a look like she'd just suggested that Ontario was one of the United States. "No," she said. "He doesn't. He's still got a year. Class of '09."

She shrugged and took another bite of chicken. "Well how am I supposed to know? Not like I keep tabs on him or anything."

She paused, glanced at the TV. "I'm graduating you know."

"I know," Turtle said. Because she did keep tabs on things like that. "Any big plans? What college are you going to?"

She smiled because it was nice having it noticed. "Well, for the summer I'm going on a little adventure. Me and... a friend are going backpacking through Europe. I'll start college in the fall at Princton."

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