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Second floor common room- Thursday evening

This week was... interesting. Stacey usually dated around, sure, but she had no idea what was with her this week. Which wasn't to say it was bad. Just... not exactly typical.

There was American Idol on the TV, not that Stacey really liked it, but because it was really hard to think bad things when people were screeching all over the TV. Except for when she found herself thinking Ryan Seacrest was kind of cute. She was just going to have to remind herself how short he was and not stop.

[Open like a common room! Let's give myself even more links, why not.]

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And who should show up but the guy who had chased Stacey away the other night while... arguing with his roommate.

"Anyone here?" Matt called out as he tapped his way into the common room.

"Just Stacey," she called back, a little curious as to how this was going to go now. Since she'd left with Rebecca's... date and all.

Yes. This shouldn't be awkward at all.

"Stacey," Matt said cautiously. "Hi."

Okay. It's a bit awkward.

"So. About the other night... I really need to apologize for what happened."

Normal, non-self-centered people might apologize back for just leaving like that. And the other stuff.

"It got a little intense," she admitted.

Stacey was not a normal, non-self-centered person.

Matt winced. "I don't suppose there's any way I can make it up to you?" he asked sincerely.

"There might be ways..." she said slowly.

Also atypical. Usually there's be a little bit of cold shouldering and complaining to people about how things were over until she decided it wasn't a big deal really.

"Maybe this time I buy you dinner?" he offered with a hopeful expression. "Or maybe dancing at the nightclub in town?"

"The dancing could be a lot of fun," she said thoughtfully. Maybe it was just her brain taking that fun places this week.

"How about this weekend?" Matt suggested. "Just make sure you bring some closed toed shoes."

Yes. He remembered their earlier conversation.

"Sure. Maybe Saturday?" she suggested. And it was probably a good thing that she wouldn't still be feeling like this then, not that she knew it.

You know, one had to wonder if Matt or Rebecca would notice the difference once the pollen subsided.

"I'd like that," Matt said with a smile of relief. "It's a date. This time I promise I won't let anything interrupt it."

"You better not," she said, half-teasing. "I don't think I'd be too happy if it did."

"Well the last think I want to do is make you unhappy," Matt said with a grin as he finally took a seat. Probably fairly close to Stacey.

No reason of course.

"So what are we watching, here?"

"American Idol," she said, inching closer. Also for no reason. "A lot of people who think they can sing and Steven Tyler being weird."

Let's all be glad she graduated eighth grade before the reality show craze, or she might know someone who tried out.

"I'm not sure there wasn't a time that Steven Tyler wasn't weird," Matt said stretching out his arm with a yawn. Which might just end up around Stacey if she wasn't too careful.

"Dear God. They let people that bad on TV?"

Psh, like Stacey was careful. She knew what your arm was doing, Matt, and she was maybe leaning in a little closer.

"I guess it's supposed to be entertainment," she said.

Well then if Stacey was doing that there was an awfully comfortable shoulder she could rest her head on if she was interested.

"I just feel sorry for those people. Can they not hear themselves?"

For Matt the bad singing was especially painful. Sometimes having enhanced hearing was a detriment.

"Not to mention the humiliation when they're on national TV."

That was a convenient shoulder, don't mind if she took advantage of it. Or the fact that she could rest her hand on his knee.

"But they get to be famous for the five minutes they're on." She wasn't sure if that was a plus or a minus, actually.

Between the scent of Stacey's hair and shampoo and the hand on his knee, Matt was becoming just a bit distracted.

"Well I guess five minutes is better than nothing," Matt admitted. "Even if they do sound horrible."

"It's fine until something better comes up." It wasn't really helping with the not thinking about things anymore, though.

"Speaking of which," Matt said leaning over to whisper in Stacey's ear. "I'm reasonably sure that my room is available at the moment."

"Maybe we can a signal on the door this time?" she asked, turning to look at him more.

"And I'll just bolt the door so she can't barge in," Matt half-joked as he offered her his hand.

"Sounds like a plan," she said, taking said hand.

With the exception of classes, Butters really hadn't left the room much. He definitely didn't wander anywhere that he might find any amount of foliage, because all he would think of was how badly it needed to be trimmed.

But his hands were starting to hurt from the scissors he used to tidy up his bonsai tree, and he was getting a little bit hungry, and so, with the potted plant tucked safely under his arm, he ventured cautiously toward the common room.

And tried not to let out a frightened little squeak when he saw a girl in there. He hid, briefly, behind the bonsai, but then slowly emerged from underneath it and took a deep, calming breath. His hand twitched. It was okay, he told himself. Everyone still had their clothes on.

"H-hi," he said, hugging the plant closer and finding solace in its perfect trimmings. Not bushy at all....

Hey, he was kind of cute... "Hi," she said with a smile. "Is that a plant?"

"Y-yeah," said Butters, feigning a small smile and remembering pretty quick that girls were real pretty if you forgot about some of the other things. He bit his lip, the nervousness doing a flip-flop in his stomach towards something else. "It's a bonsai tree. I like to keep one because it's real relaxin', you know, to just sort of keep it all nice and trimmed. I don't think anything gets better than a nice, trimmed bush."

It was so wrong that that was lost on her 80's-90's not-even-YA self.

"That does sound relaxing," she agreed. Maybe a little boring, but relaxing. "Maybe you could even make it into shapes?"

"Oh, sure," Butters agreed easily, finding a smile now that the pretty girl seemed interested in his tree. He even shuffled in a little and set it on the back of a chair to show her better. "You can make 'em into all sorts of shapes. Like some people do a triangle, or a circle, and sometimes people even just trim 'em into like a real tall, thin strip. But you've got to be careful, because if you trim it too much, it just winds up all naked, and that's no good. It just looks sad, and a little cold."

"That's a lot of thought to put into one bush," she said, considering it.

"Well, you know," said Butters thoughtfully, smiling a little at his little bonsai, "when you got a good bush, it's the least you can do to take care of it. Sometimes, a bush can be more than just a bush. It can bring a fella all sorts of comfort and happiness, but only if you treat it right. It-it's a real sad, unhappy man who can't be good to a bush."

"You know it's kind of nice to see someone be that considerate about it," Stacey said. "I think most guys would just plow into it and not think twice."

"Aww." Blushing a little, Butters lowered his head and scuffed his toe on the floor. "G-gee whiz. I guess...well, I guess I'm just not like most guys, if I say so myself!"

"I'm getting that impression," she smiled.

"An' you're Stacey, right?" asked Butters. "We had a three minute date ~~that the mun totally flopped on~~ the other day!" He laughed a little, easing into the chair now with the bonsai settled smartly in his lap. "I remembered, 'cause that's your real name!"

Technically it wasn't, but since she hated her full name, she wasn't going around telling people that. "And you're Butters. I remember."

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