fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Sunday afternoon

Entry tags:

The Roof, Sunday afternoon

Somewhat bored with this day, Amber took her sleeping bag, a pillow, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a bag of Cheetos, up to the roof. It was a relatively pleasant day and she was going to enjoy it by making shapes of the clouds and eating junk food. The only difference between this and her room was... not much.

Whatever. She totally was going to take a nap too.

...if only she had like...something to play with. Like a sling shot. That could be fun.

[I'm bored and have no inspiration. Wah. But it's oooopen!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Amber cackled. "I'm into men. A man. One. I have a boyfriend. Again. A new one." Ramble Amber Ramble. "We just haven't played around yet so I don't know about the fun part. I'm working on it."

"Ooh, Amber," she teased, grinning at her. Ramble was a good sign. It showed enthusiasm as far as Angela was concerned.

"Come on. Spill," Angela ordered cheerfully.

Grinning, she leaned towards Angela and seemed all conspiratorial as she said, "He wore leather pants the other night." Big big nod. "And they were tight. I would have touched him in certain places if I wasn't a chicken. And because we're a brand new couple."

"Who is the mysterious he?" Angela asked. Before she could offer thoughts on him in tight leather pants, she really had to ask that one.

"Liir," she said, grinning cutely. "We've been friends for a long time and being together just works. I hope. I mean I hope for him. He's from another world so it's slightly odd."

"Oh, he's cute!" she said enthusiastically. "And the boy can cook." That definitely wasn't a bad thing.

Neither was the way Amber was grinning. "Obviously he makes you happy," Angela teased, smiling at her.

Amber's eyes lit with enthusiasm. "I know! I'll never go hungry I don't think. And I've already seen him naked, so wow."

She probably shouldn't have offered that but Amber did like to talk.

"So, have you jumped Hannibal's bod yet?"

"Not as such," she laughed. Easily translated as 'But I make out with him as much as possible'.

"You been listening to radio, I guess?" That was where Peyton seemed to pick up all her bits of gossip like that.

"Yah, and I'm pretty good friends with Hannibal," she said, grinning at her. "I would have been on him so fast, I swear it." Amber talked big. "Seriously. I wouldn't even let him have a say in it."

"Trust me, I am right there with you," she said, with another chuckle. Except for the part where they were both largely talk.

"I do not even know why we're still just dancing around each other."

"How come you don't just like... strip in front of him or something?" she asked.

"If taking your shirt off kind of qualifies..." Been there, done that.

"Still, definitely good way of getting a message across," Angela said, smirking broadly.

Amber's mouth kind of fell open. "You took your shirt off and nothing? Did he gawk at least?"

"Well, not nothing," she clarified. Definitely not complaining here.

"And come on, he is a man. If you take your shirt off, you're going to get checked out. Fact," Angela said confidently. "Unless they're gay, and even then there's usually some curiosity."

Amber giggled. She could tell that Angela wasn't complaining so yay!

"He'd be dumb and blind not to notice. I'm kind of glad he's not my roommate. I might exhaust him," she teased.

"And I have nooo intention of trading him in," Angela said with a smug little grin.

Many, many benefits, quite aside from the obvious.

"No, I imagine you'd have to fight anyone who tried," she snickered. "And does that mean you're just a wee bit sweet on him?" As much as she loved flirting with Hannibal, she'd give it up just to see him and Angela hook up. Cute couple ohmygod.

"I wouldn't be the only one," she said with a little huff of a laugh. "We're very, very undefined, and right now, I'm just going with that."

No, that really wasn't a straight answer to that question.

No, it really wasn't but Amber wasn't going to pester. She'd teased enough. But Hannibal. Guh.

"How was your Christmas? Did you go home?"

Angela shook her head. "I was here. My dad couldn't get away, so..." She shrugged, making light of it, "It was pretty nice. Quiet."

"How was yours?" she asked.

Amber made light of hers too. "It was fine. I ate junk food and watched Christmas movies. I could have gone home, but didn't feel like it."

"Junk food and Christmas movies are a good combo," Angela had to agree with a affirmative nod.

"I found Liir, Hurley and Christmas food. Having people around made it a festive enough day for me."

Amber twisted her lips. "I should have tried to be social, but I couldn't make it out of bed. I tried, once, to get dressed. Ma kept calling and I just kept lazying about and the day was over before I realized it," she said. "Least you had food and good company."

"There is nothing wrong with a lazy day," she said with a smile. "Some of the best days are the ones where you barely get out of bed."

"You're kind, Angela. It was Christmas day and I was socially retarded," she remarked wryly.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject