Room 507, after dinner at Alfred's
Feb. 4th, 2006 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia had effectively sleep walked back to the dorms.
It'd been a helluva day, what with the singing in the shower, meeting and singing to her secret sibling, and . . . .
Well, she didn't even want to think about what she'd done at Cafe Fina. She hadn't even known she had a crush on Walter. Okay. So that was a lie. It'd been coming for awhile. She just hadn't let herself think about it, because, well, she was friends with his boyfriend. You'd think she'd have the intelligence not to crush on a gay guy, but nooooo.
This wasn't good. This was the opposite of good. Maybe he'd just think it was some sort of craziness from the singing. Maybe they could pretend this never happened. And maybe she'd magically become good at chemistry and fall in love with duct tape.
She dumped her bag on the floor, absently scratched Furball's head, and checked her voicemail
She dropped the phone and sank to the floor. What did that even mean? He couldn't be threatening her. . . . Or was he asking if she'd be safe for him to be around? She grabbed the phone again and left Walter a message.
That didn't go as planned . . . .
In a last ditch effort to clear her head and not go completely emo, she grabbed Furball, her CD player, and a handful of jelly-beans and curled up on the couch.
It'd been a helluva day, what with the singing in the shower, meeting and singing to her secret sibling, and . . . .
Well, she didn't even want to think about what she'd done at Cafe Fina. She hadn't even known she had a crush on Walter. Okay. So that was a lie. It'd been coming for awhile. She just hadn't let herself think about it, because, well, she was friends with his boyfriend. You'd think she'd have the intelligence not to crush on a gay guy, but nooooo.
This wasn't good. This was the opposite of good. Maybe he'd just think it was some sort of craziness from the singing. Maybe they could pretend this never happened. And maybe she'd magically become good at chemistry and fall in love with duct tape.
She dumped her bag on the floor, absently scratched Furball's head, and checked her voicemail
She dropped the phone and sank to the floor. What did that even mean? He couldn't be threatening her. . . . Or was he asking if she'd be safe for him to be around? She grabbed the phone again and left Walter a message.
That didn't go as planned . . . .
In a last ditch effort to clear her head and not go completely emo, she grabbed Furball, her CD player, and a handful of jelly-beans and curled up on the couch.
