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The roof, Friday night

Claudia was gone. Off to the airport and from there back to Connecticut.

Forever.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof staring out over the town, kicking his boot heels against the side of the building. He'd considered bringing some of his very small stash up here for a smoke, but didn't want that to become a sad thing.

Also, being out of one's head and sitting on the edge of a long drop? Totally didn't mix.

So instead, he was just moping.

Sad punk was sad.

[ooc: and emo roof is emo. Also, open.]

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Fresh air was fresh, right? Elle totally didn't care that it was Friday night and she was dateless.

Whatever. She cared but was ignoring that little prick to her pride. It was so her fault for not getting out more.

She gasped, however, when she spied the boy sitting on the edge of the roof.

"Omigod! Don't! I am so totally sure things aren't so bad!"

Priestly looked up. "Huh? Don't what?"

Elle's palms went out. "Jump. It's so not worth it. Think of your loved ones, omigod." She edged forward carefully. "Please, just turn about and sit and talk with me. I'm a good listener and I have..." one hand rummaged around in her pink clutch and brought forth a pack of Skittles. "Skittles! I'll share and we'll chat, hm?"

Priestly shook his head, bewildered. "Uh, no shit it isn't --" she had skittles. Claudia always had candy and stuff. . . . His face fell. "Skittles."

Aw, the poor guy. Elle inched forward some more, holding out the candy. "Please turn around?" she asked quietly. "You're alone and I'm alone so we might as well share some candy and talk about easy things like classes next week and your hair and my dog who's in bed sleeping right now. We can talk about anything or nothing. I'll try to be quiet. Just... please come back over to this side of the roof?"

Priestly looked down and shook his head. "I'm not gonna jump," he said. "But, fine." He shifted around to face the other way. Talking might cheer him up a bit.

He'd skip the candy though.

Relief washed through Elle when he turned about, but the expression on his face broke her heart. She reached out to set the candy on the ledge, just in case he changed his mind.

"I've not been extremely social lately and I'm totally sorry I've not had the pleasure in meeting you before now." She extended a slender hand. "I'm Elle Woods."

Priestly shook her hand. "Uh, Priestly. Nice to meet you. I really wasn't gonna jump."

"Nice to meet you Priestly," she replied, offering him a small smile as she shook his hand. "Do you just like to live dangerously?"

"What? No. I just . . . you get a good view from here. Kinda . . . trippy."

"Really?" she asked, raising brows and stepping to the edge to look over. "I'm super sure I'd be too scared sitting like you were, to feel trippy, kinda or otherwise," she admitted. "It's just that you seem sad, not at all high. Not that I know what being high feels like."

"I'm not high. I mean, I considered it, but I don't wanna accidentally fall off, you know?" Not unless he had one of Dinah's rapelling lines set up or something. "I, uh. My girlfriend just left to move back home."

"I totally wasn't judging and thinking you were high. You're too sad to be high." High people were happy munching people, weren't they? He totally didn't want her Skittles so that was a sure sign he was just sad. And then there was the reason for it. Elle's eyes watered a little on behalf of his broken heart. "Aw, I'm so sorry to hear that. Can I hug you?"

"Uh. Sure." Priestly was all for hugs from pretty girls. Even ones he'd just met. Claudia would understand. "She, uh. She just left."

"You poor thing," she murmured softly, moving in to hug him. "I'm so sorry and would totally do something for you to take away the hurt if I could. Hugs are something, I suppose. Comforting and warm."

Priestly hugged back. "Something, yeah." He sighed. "I just -- I barely managed to get the guts to ask her out, right? She was so . . . crazy and artistic and funky and awesome, and she liked me anyway."

Elle squeezed before pulling back to look him in the face. "She sounds super great, totally and I bet you two were awesomely cute together. And why wouldn't she like you? I like you and I just met you." She was honestly confused about that.

Priestly shrugged, looking away. "Yeah, but not, like, like-like." Not since he'd given up on being the preppie jock boy, anyway. And those had only wanted the "I'm dating the preppie jock boy" thing, not Priestly himself. "You know?"

"How can anyone like-like someone they just met?" she asked. "I think you're pretty cool as much as I know about you, which isn't much, omigod I know, but at least we've met and can hang out and get to know each other. And your attractive even while wearing your sad face which just makes me want to keep hugging you and make you muffins."

Wow, she was a little hyper, wasn't she. Must be the sugar.

"Muffins are good," he said, kinda hesitantly. "I make sandwiches."

Blame the sugar, yes.

"What kind of sandwiches?"

"All kinds. Usually with cold cuts, but I'm getting pretty good at hot sandwiches, too."

"Mm, a hot sandwich sounds good right now. Awfully late to be eating, I guess." A beat. "Grilled cheese maybe. With pickles."

"On the side, or grilled in?"

That's a very important question.

"I like mine with tomato."

Talking about sandwiches? Way easier at the moment than talking about Claudia leaving.

"Grilled in," she replied. "And on the side. Both. I love dill pickles. But the cheese needs to be good and thick and melty." Her mouth was watering. "I've never had a grilled cheese with tomato. I'm so going to try that next time. Maybe tomorrow. Oooh, you going to the welcome picnic?"

Priestly nodded. "Getting a new little sib and everything." And wouldn't he be the best big sib ever, tomorrow. Ugh.

Well, he could be cheerful then. It'd be nice and distracting.

"You?"

"Oh, yes," she smiled. "I love the welcome picnic and this time I'm sure it will be funner." Yes, funner. "I'm getting a fake sibling too!"

Funner.

Wow.

"It's neat to watch their brains explode," Priestly noted. "Or hear how they try to explain everything away."

Claudia had sworn for MONTHS that everyone was on drugs.

"I was happily in denial." She still was to a certain extent. Listen, she's had enough nightmares about the giant mutant alligators.

"And I'm almost certain some stories are just stories. Made up to make the new kids feel super weirded out. I'm totally not going to have fun watching brains explode. But oooh! New kids!" Maybe there will be fun new cute boys who will like to ask cute girls like herself, out on Friday nights.

Elle could only hope.

"I hope to see you there, Priestly." She did like him. He was super cute and had this bad-boyish vibe about him. Not in the Alex Karev way though omigod. Priestly was just understandably sad right now.

He really wasn't usually this emo.

No, seriously. He really wasn't.

"I'll see you around, Elle. Thanks for, uh, offering skittles."

"Aw, you bet," she replied, giving him a sweet smile. "Take care, please, and if you need me for anything whatsoever, I'm in room 326."

With a light bounce and spin on her three inch heels, Elle headed for the door. If Bruiser woke up, she should be there. Seriously.

Layla was on the ground looking up at Priestly on the roof.

She had a different way of handling people who were suffering hearbreak.

"JUMP!"

Priestly startled, grabbing onto the edge of the roof.

". . . What?!"

"DO IT! YOUR LIFE IS WORTH NOTHING WITHOUT HER!" Layla shouted. "END IT NOW BECAUSE I WANT YOUR PARKING SPACE!"

"I DON'T HAVE A CAR!"

"EVENTUALLY YOU WILL AND I'LL WANT THAT PARKING SPACE!"

Huh. Okay, fair enough. . . .

"YOU'RE VERY WEIRD.'

This was nothing knew to Layla.

"I KNEW THAT! MAKE SURE YOU TO BEND YOUR KNEES SO YOU CAN CLEAR THE SHRUBS!"

"BUT THOSE MIGHT BREAK MY FALL!"

"HELLO! YOU'RE MAKING A GRAND ROMANTIC GESTURE HERE!" Layla shouted back. "CRASHING INTO THE SHRUBS IS NOT VERY DIGNIFIED!"

He had to give her that one. "WHAT IF I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET MY PARKING SPACE?"

"DON'T MAKE ME COME UP AND PUSH YOU!"

She wouldn't. "YOU WOULDN'T!" Would she?

Damn it. She wouldn't

"... I REALLY WANT THAT PARKING SPOT! WHEN THE TIME COMES!"

"TOO BAD! I'M LEAVING IT TO MY FLYING SQUIRREL!"

"RAMONE WILL SELL IT TO ME FOR MERE ACORNS!"

"NOT IF I SET IT ASIDE AS A NATURAL FLYING SQUIRREL RESERVE!"

He had no idea if that was true. Ramone did have terrible business sense, after all.

"YOU CAN HAVE MY SHARE OF THE TIN HAT BUSINESS, THOUGH."

"I don't want a hat! I want free parking!"

"Then I guess you're screwed!"

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