fandomhighdorms | 4th Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

Amber didn't sleep well last night. Ugh. Turtle shouldn't have said what she did. She was wrong. WRONG! It didn't sound like that, did it? With Cal? Nooooooo! It most certainly did not. Amber was firmly believing that too.

Whatever.

God.

In the kitchen of the common room she was making blueberry pancakes and muttering under her breath. Maybe Claire didn't hear radio. If she did, maybe she just didn't care. Because there was nothing to care about. Seriously. It was only a second date anyway. Right? I mean, how serious is that?

"Screw it. I didn't do anything."

Lots of pancakes.

She needed a second date to fix stuff in her head.

"Man."

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