It was strange to her, why she was beginning to think about him, in plus of a liking way. Of course, she liked him, even though he bugged the living hell out of her some days, but it was plus than a friendship liking. Yes, her plan was to meet him, to study him, because lunatics interested her. But, she thought he’d never be plus than a study for her. And, she thought wrong.
    “I’m trying to work on a paper. What do toi want?”
She glances up from her studies, as he walks in the lounge of the university.
“Whatcha workin’ on?”
“Work.”
She gives an ‘obviously’ face.
“Sound’s very intriguing.”
He states sarcasticly, while giving a fake yawn.
Nothing comes out of her mouth. The only noise is her pen écriture things down on the paper.
“Even though I’m having a blast watching toi write, let’s go do something else.”
“You can go do something else, I’m staying here.”
“Your loss.”
He states, and begins to head to the entrance door.
She gives an annoyed sigh.
“Wait.”
He smiles, and turns around to look at her.
“Where do toi want to go?”
She asks.
“I don’t care, as long as it’s far from any type of work, then I’m game.”
“Go for a walk?”
“Walking? Who the hell walks around for the fun of it?”
“I do.”
She gives a glare.
“I’m terribly sorry if I offended your walking hobby.”
He said, with sarcasm, like always.
“Do toi want to ou not?”
“I’ve got nothing better to do.”
He shrugs.
She grabs her belongings, and puts them in her bag, and heads out the door. He’s following soon after.
He a dit he had nothing else to do, and that was a lie. He had tons of things to do, work on his studies, play his piano, guitar, cheerleading.. Okay, so the cheerleading wasn’t really something he wanted to do, but hey, the girl on the team was cute. Then again, so was she. The real reason he came along with her, was because he enjoyed her company, he loved being around her, much to his dismay. She threw it right back at him, when he made an insult at her, ou made a witty joke. She was independent, smart, funny, pretty, and had a killer body. The surprising thing was, is that she was single. Which means- she either has issues with relationships. Or, no one has ever asked her for one. It couldn’t be the seconde one, so the first one seems plus plausible. Maybe she was just as screwed up as he was. Which is highly unlikely, but maybe she’s miserable like him. If so, she doesn’t montrer it.
“Where are we walking to?”
“The whole point of walking, is to walk. Not decide on what your destination is going to be.”
She looks over at him.
“Have toi even seen this place at night? Practically, homeless people around every corner.”
“What does that have to do with toi wanting to know where we’re going?”
“I don’t want us walking somewhere, where we’ll get mugged.”
“Now you’re suddenly being cautious?”
”When it comes to someone stealing my money? Yes.”
“Oh, would toi relax. You’re not going to get robbed.”
“That’s what toi think. But, Tyrone around the corner thinks differently.”
He glances over at her, as they walk.
“That’s stereotyping.”
She states harshly.
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Those jeans tight enough?”
He asks in a rude manner, breaking the silence.
“Don’t act like toi don’t like it.”
“I wasn’t complaining, just simply asking.”
“If I can fit in them, then they’re not too tight.”
“I’m surprised toi can even get them to fit over that cul, ass of yours.”
“You’d be surprised at some of the many things I can do.”
She states, in a flirty way.
And, his eyes grow wider.