http://notlikebobby.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notlikebobby.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-09-13 09:40 am
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Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

Sunday wasn't exactly a study day, but he'd had a slow week and didn't want to fall behind. He worked better with other people around and so had his Chemistry homework out in front of him. Jack was sitting cross-legged on the floor, occasionally glancing at the door as if hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: HI!]
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[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. She was going to process that slowly.

"If they didn't pay you, then ... why clean the garage?" she asked. Seemed like a good starting point.

Alongside "Old people suck."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"She paid us," he said. "Well, she was going to, but then Mom made us stop. And then I wanted to try out for the track team so there wasn't any time anymore."

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Why did your mom care?" George asked. "The old lady wanted you to clean her garage, then the old lady should have kicked in the money for it."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, cause Jack got beat up by these guys at work? And they hurt him really bad so he can't run track anymore, and he was really good," Bobby explained, completely oblivious to the fact that Jack probably didn't want his history babbled out. "And the old lady's nephew hid wallets in her garage and one of them was Jack's that was stolen, and Mom didn't want me or Warren to get in trouble with that."

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
George was blinking a few times. Then she shook her head.

"Kid, anyone ever tell you that you tell really confusing stories?"

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, Jack says that a lot," Bobby agreed. "But he says I shouldn't ask people questions all the time either. So I don't know what to talk about then."

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Why not just ... talk to people?" George said, shrugging her shoulders. "Doesn't have to be an interrogation."

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what I was trying to do," he pointed out, a little dejectedly.

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"... Oh," George said. Shit.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwkward .......

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Bobby gave her a grin and offered an Oreo. "It's okay! Don't worry! Have an Oreo! I have marshmallows too. You can make a triple sandwich."

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"... Yeah. I think I'll pass," she said.

[identity profile] notlikejack.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Worried about too much sugar?" he asked innocently.
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