The Death of Boredom (Marchel)
Aug 11, 2009 17:59:58 GMT -5
Post by Jillian Cabell on Aug 11, 2009 17:59:58 GMT -5
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jillian to be bored with life. She was a super active person away at boarding school, and the person who normally cured said boredom was away at college and too busy to just come down and hang out with her. Which she of course, understood. College had to be a lot different from GPA in regards to how busy teachers kept them. She’d expected it so it wasn’t much of a surprise. It was just dealing with the boredom that made it difficult to not think about. Not to mention Oliver and Abigail had their own things to work out and she had resorted to not stepping in the middle of it anymore. Though she probably should get up an apology for screaming at him before actually getting his side of the story. It must have been pretty difficult for him, though she’d told him that it was his job to tell Abigail and get her to listen; that she wouldn’t interfere this time. Though locking them in a room and waiting for them to either tear each other’s heads off or play a mean game of tongue hockey seemed like a perfect idea.
‘Cept, they probably wouldn’t take the bait and fall for the same trap again. Hell, they shouldn’t have even fell for it the first time. Right now she was on her way to Marshall’s dorm. She figured he could entertain her if no one else and the whole avoiding homework thing she was already starting seemed like a decent idea. Maybe she could convince Marshall to do so also. If not she might go a mad rampage of some sort. She’d never done well with just sitting around. And weeks in, it was getting kind of old. Spontaneity wasn’t such a bad thing was it? She hadn’t called or anything first, what if he was busy? Taking out her cell phone as she tromped up the stairs to his dorm, she dialed his number, figuring it would be good enough, unless of course he was in there with a girl, which might have been a bit awkward. But oh well, he shouldn’t be in there with a girl anyway, and payback was a bitch. He’d left her hanging. “Marchel, wanna hang out? Okay good.” She said, hanging up and knocking on the door. “Open up, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow the…well just open the door.”