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Laundry Room, All Day Sunday [Detention]

This morning, signs had ~~handwavily~~ gone up in the common rooms advertising the presence of a free laundry service in the laundry room today who would wash people's clothes upon request. That free laundry service (read: pair of students in detention) was less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"I don't see why I have to be here," Topher whined, kicking the machine he was sitting on. "I didn't do anything!"

"You shrank my clothes, asshat," Ramona replied, rolling her eyes as she investigated the room for a window she could crack so she could smoke. "Shut up and get ready to use some fabric softener. Maybe no one'll show."

"I have asthma," Topher informed her. "You can't smoke in here."

A beat.

"And what's fabric softener?"

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"Deep-seated insecurities, I guess," he lied blatantly. "Good job figuring it out! You get a cookie!"

"Fine, don't tell me," she replied, even if that sounded like a likely answer, no matter how facetious. "I'll keep punching you until I graduate."

"You like detention?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Guess you do seem comfortable around all the laundry." He leaned in mock-conspiratorily and asked, "Is it 'cause it's a girl job?"

Oh, Topher, no.

Ramona's response to that was to flick her lighter open and draw her cigarette up to her lips. "Hope you brought your inhaler."

Topher opened his mouth to call her a rude name, then glanced at her and shut his mouth.

Wise, that.

Even if he did proceed to make a huge show of preemptively sticking his head out the window for air.

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"Oh, Jesus, you are such a baby," Ramona replied, shaking her head. "I won't smoke yet. But I'd advise against annoying me more today."

"I'm not a baby!" Topher gasped, scandalized. "I'm not! I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not!"

"You're what, like fourteen? You're a baby. And more importantly, you act like one," Ramona replied, shaking her head. "Quit annoying the big kids and we'll stop hitting you."

"I'm fifteen," Topher corrected her huffily, like that made all the difference in the world. "And you're, like, the only person who ever hits me, so..."

That was a huge lie. Huge.

"Not true," she replied, simply. "Dude, seriously, why the fuck can't you just be cool with people? I don't like punching you. It messes up my manicure half the time and it's ruining my senior year resolution."

"You could try using your words," Topher advised helpfully. "It could go a long way."

Yes, Topher. She'd tried that.

"Been there, done that," she replied. "Or are you forgetting the Rebecca Black debacle?"

"You could've tried harder! Or said please!"

Topher, enough.

"Pretty sure I did, and also, you're fifteen," she replied. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope. Why?"

Seemed a bit of an odd segue to him.

"It shows. You never had a chance to be anyone's annoying brother and you're taking it out on everyone," Ramona replied.

Topher pretended to think about that.

"Nah," he said after a minute. "I don't think that's it."

After a moment, he glanced at his watch, then at the door, as if he was expecting someone else to show up and becoming increasingly disappointed that he hadn't yet.

And if Ramona thought about it, that was probably part of why he annoyed her so much, too.

"Who are you waiting for?" she asked, watching him. "Got a date?"

"What?" he sputtered. "No! I would -- what? No! That's just -- god, Ramona. Psh. Pfft. No."

Bit of a dramatic reaction, Topher.

"Okay, wow, you're a shitty liar. You have a crush on someone and want them to come by," she guessed. "I know that look."

"I do not!" he lied, kicking the machine to punctuate that point.

Topher. Really, now.

"Who is it?" she wondered. "Come on, dude, I might punch you but I actually know a lot about this kind of shit. And you're all pissy about it. I'd rather deal with you when you're in a better mood. Who's supposed to visit you?"

Topher glanced down. Why did everyone want to talk about this with him? It was so stupid. It wasn't like anything was ever going to happen.

Finally he mumbled, "'s no one. 's not like he said he was gonna show or anything."

Hm. 'He.' That was interesting.

"Who?" she asked, and if that was the nicest Ramona had ever sounded to Topher, well, she was actually trying now.

Fortunately, just at that moment one of the machines hit the heaviest part of the cycle, creating a low rumble which was loud enough to almost drown out Topher's mumble of, "Tony."

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