Antics in Beastiality;; gabe

[SUMMER SINCLAIR]

Summer was so ready for college. It’s not like she’d had a nervous breakdown a few days ago in the middle of the kitchen while making lunch for her and her father. It’s not like that happened. Because it hadn’t. Nothing like that had happened because she was so. ready. for. college. So ready. She was going to thrive at Barrie. Definitely. Why wouldn’t she? She had always been studious and hardworking and dedicated. Plus, she was majoring in Literature with an emphasis in Early Modern English Literature. She was majoring in her favorite subject. She would be able to read and write often. She didn’t even have to worry about math! Yes, college would be a breeze.

So. Why was she crying in the closet of her new dorm room? Summer had been in here for ten minutes after setting up her side of the room; it had been that stupid photo album of her senior year at Baum. Why had she brought that with her when she knew it would make her react this way? Sniffling, Summer wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed another tissue [at least she’d known to bring the Kleenex box with her]. She had to look presentable when her roommate got here. She didn’t even know who her roomie was, nor their gender. She hadn’t really asked for a preference. It all depended on whether or not they were the sort she could get along with. Druggie mooch was not the sort. Summer pushed the closet door open with her foot and crawled out, grabbing the box of tissues. She stood and wiped at her eyes some more before glancing around.

Good. Nobody here just yet. Still sniffling, Summer cleaned up and proceeded to organize the already organized room. She knew her eyes had the tell-tale just crying signs but she could chalk that off to allergies or something. She’d go to the bathroom in a few minutes and fix it as well as she could, anyway. Summer perched on her bed and grabbed her Barrie welcome packet, looking for the sheet they’d given her. It had her room number and roommate listed on it plus rules and curfew time and such. Just as she’d pulled it from the folder, though, the door was opening and Summer glanced up, momentarily distracted.

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words; 389
notes; i hope this is alright!
outfit; here

[GABE GLATISANT]

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CAN WE PRETEND AIRPLANES IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS

( i could really use a wish right now )

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Gabe was so freaking pumped for like, another year of college. It was not even funny. The summer he'd spent mostly taking as many visits as he could to his childhood home back in Michigan, but now he was back in the big city. The Big Apple. The - well, you got the idea of what he was trying to convey,. He was back from the big open fields and dog pens of back home and walking into the cramped feeling city of chrome and asphalt. It was the start of a brand new school year, and he would have enough chances to start over again, and maybe pay better attention in his classes. The slate had been wiped totally clean, and he was going to make this year count.

The first step would totally be to like, host a wild, awesome beer bash at the new dorm. That would totally get him friends!

As he walked through the dorm corridors he thought about that last, end-of-the-year party he'd ended up getting dragged to by a few of his friends. It had been totally amazing! He had totally stayed away from liquor for the most part, but now that he'd gotten a taste of it it was kind of like, totally amazing and awesome and the best thing ever, and he totally couldn't believe he had wasted so much of his life like, not even knowing how totally killer it was. Like, what had been WRONG with him? His friends had been totally right, he hadn't even known what he'd been missing.

The summer had lent itself well to his experimenting with the different kinds of alcohol available to a personage of 21 years. With no parents to be found (the last he'd heard they were touring somewhere over in like, Asia? Wait, no, that couldn't be right, he'd heard they like, ate dogs there. Probably like, Europe, but like.... East Europe. Turkey?) he had hosted many an all night drinking party, inviting practically any of the other dead beats that were back in town for the summer months. It had been a blast!

Anyway, now that he was back in the city, he was eager to make up for all the time he had wasted in his freshman and sophomore years of college, and discover the new and magical world of inebriation spent in the city of glamorous lights and noises. The first step was just to get to his new dorm room and scope out the place to see whether or not it would be usable for the large-scale alcoholic raging parties that he was planning. He simply wouldn't be able to do with a room that was too small. What would they expect him to do with that? Keep everyone's coats there?

Skimming over the paper he'd been given by the guidance department one more time, he tried to match a face to the name of his roommate. So far there had been something in the back of his head nagging him and taunting him, always staying just one step ahead of his admittedly hung over thought processes with the information he so greatly desired. He just felt like he KNEW this Summer Sinclair girl, but for the life of him he couldn't figure it out.

Turning the corner at his new room, he happily slid his key-card through the slot and opened the door into the room that would be his home for the next two semesters. The first thing he noticed was the fact that it was almost depressingly small. Way too minute to hold the minimum 500 people he had been planning on. The second thing he noticed was the sound of muffled snuffling coming from one of the rooms. Feeling particularly spy-like, he slipped to the corner and looked around, trying to figure out whether his dorm room was home to an infestation of boogeymen with a particularly bad case of swine flu, or whether his new dormmate Summer had beaten him there.

Opening the door into the room, all it took was an instant for him to make eye contact with her and instantly remember why that name had been so damn familiar. Summer Sinclair! S Squared! His jogging buddy, if only for a day! God, whiskey was TOTALLY not friends with his memory.

"SUMMER!" he shouted, dropping his things and running over to sweep her up in an enormous bear hug. Sure, it was a bit over the top, but he was still a lil' tipsy, and it seemed like the best thing to do to get started on the right foot with his new roommate.

"Oh hey! How have you been? Since when do you come to Barrie? How's your jogging? Do you have a new partner? Is he tall? Do you like the dorm? Have you check to see if they included a mini-fridge yet? WELCOME TO BARRIE! I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ROOMIES!"

His barrage of questions and random comments all just started flowing naturally out of his mouth. He couldn't stop it if he wanted to, and at this point he honestly couldn't care less how he came off to sweet ole' Summer. He felt automatically relieved it wasn't some weird stranger.

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• TAGGED: Summer
• OUTFIT: Idk
• MUSIC: Lots
• NOTES:finissssshed
• LYRICS: b.o.b. - airplanes
• CREDIT: holly @ caution

[SUMMER SINCLAIR]

Okay. Big smile. Well, not too big. Just… friendly. Sweet. Not over-the-top. Now she just had to hope that they wouldn’t notice her red eyes. Or maybe she should hope more on that her roommate would be somebody she knew. Yes, that was probably something better to hope for. Because if it was somebody she knew, then it wouldn’t be as big a deal if—“Ah!” Before she could figure out who was coming into the room, they had dropped all of their stuff and swooped her into a big hug. She squeaked in surprise and hugged back, hating to be rude. If they knew her, then she must have known them. Summer hadn’t gotten a chance to see his face. Wait. His. Oh dear. Now she had to worry about having a guy for a roommate. She probably should’ve been more specific on her preferences. What if this was awkward? Or…

“Gabe!” she exclaimed once he’d let her go. She looked up at him and couldn’t help but to smile. Her jogging partner! Well, it had only been for a day or whatever, but still. A little stunned at his onslaught of questions, Summer counted off the answers on her fingers. “I’ve been better. Since now, I’m a Freshman. My jogging is good. No and no. I do so far. I have not. Thank you! I know!” Okay, there. All caught up on answering, she beamed up at him again. “How have you been? And your jogging? What grade are you in? How was your summer?” There were her questions. It was good to talk Talking was distracting and distracting was good. It kept her from being stressed out and upset and—well, thinking about how distracting was good was not helping. Summer tugged on her ponytail and put an end to her rambling thoughts. Pay attention.

words; 308
notes; short compared to your essay of a post ):
outfit; here

[GABE GLATISANT]

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CAN WE PRETEND AIRPLANES IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS

( i could really use a wish right now )

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Well, this was just too good a surprise to be true! Gabe had been hoping to get a chill roommate, and who could be more laid back and conspiratorially helpful than a fellow jogger? He had totally hit the jackpot in terms of people who would totes support him in getting like, all the beer and stuff that was necessary for a good ole' fashioned college party.

As she replied to his questions in rapid fired response, he was filled with a good feeling about that college year. How could anything possibly go wrong when he was rooming with someone who just...got him the way she did? He was hard pressed to try and remember anyone else who had ever been able to mimic the ADHD way he talked sometimes when he got really worked up about something. She wouldn't be like some of his past roommates who would simply shoot him dirty looks while he was trying to express his newfound obsession with cheese from a can or leave in an angry huff when Gabe tried to practice the dance for Single Ladies.

Excitedly, he tried to reply to her own questions.

"I've been totally great! I totally just planned this AMAZING jogging route that totally takes you through like, the entire central park system and it's just awesome because you totally get to see everything and everyone and it's like, 3 miles so it's a really great workout and oh, God, you're going to love it. I'm a Sophomore starting this year, so I'm totally just a year ahead of you! How great is that? Oh, and my Summer," He paused for a moment, realizing the all too punny implications of the word. "Hey, that's your name! That's so cool! Anyway, my break was absolutely spectacular, because I got to go home and see Princess and Lulu again and I got to spend the whole time back home and I saw all my old friends and family so yeah."

Done with his conversational replies, he started to look around the room.

"So, uh, have you moved all your stuff in? I'll totaly put mine where you want me to. I don't want to intrude or anything like, if you don't want me to. Oh, and I'll definitely respect your privacy and everything like that if you're worried about that at all. I'll like, sleep on the floor in the kitchen if it makes you feel any better."

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• TAGGED: Summer
• OUTFIT: Idk
• MUSIC: Lots
• NOTES:finissssshed
• LYRICS: b.o.b. - airplanes
• CREDIT: holly @ caution

[SUMMER SINCLAIR]

So far, so good. Of course, it looked like she had been crying and she looked like she was about to burst into tears, but most guys never noticed things like that. That was fine with her. He answered her questions more fully than she’d answered his. Gabe was really excited. It made her want to laugh. At least her roomie for her first year of college was somebody she knew and could stand. Plus, this was perfect. She’d wanted a roomie who wouldn’t throw parties or come back at three in the morning, wasted. Voila, Gabe! He was into running and animals and he certainly wasn’t (couldn’t be) the party type.

Oh, great. As if everything else in her life wasn’t new, this jogging route would be too. Summer knew she should be excited, but she was tired from crying and unpacking. One should always be excited for a new jogging route because jogging could get very boring if you went without a change of scenery. Summer laughed when he realized the pun of her name. She expected that at some point. “Sounds like you had an amazing break,” she said once he’d finished. “How was Michigan?” Summer wished she had visited while she could. She did miss the few friends she had in Caro and summer time in Michigan was much more different (and better) than summer in New York. At least she’d done a lot of reading this summer…

Summer shrugged. “I don’t really mind where you put your stuff. I’m done unpacking.” Summer paused, smiling a bit sheepishly. “I am a bit of a neat freak, though. Just a warning…” It was probably best to get that out of the way. “So, if you find your books stacked alphabetically or something, it was me.” Summer moved to sit on the edge of her bed, folding one leg beneath her. She laughed. “No, no. It’s fine. I trust you to be respectful and all that.”

words; 328
notes; k now get to writing the posts you owe me. D:
outfit; here

[GABE GLATISANT]

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CAN WE PRETEND AIRPLANES IN THE NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS

( i could really use a wish right now )

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It was probably not a good thing that Gabe just rambled on and on about whatever it was that came to mind when he got excited, but honestly, he couldn't help it. He was like a kid in a candy store. Every time something else popped into his head that he thought was of absolute dire importance to be shared, all he could do was shout it loudly and proudly to his conversational companion. What more could anyone ask? He just liked to share his thoughts and feelings with people! In his opinion it was a FAR better than keeping it all bottled up inside until he totally just exploded with exuberance.

Ditching his things by the bed, he started to explore the room. He needed to know exactly what the dimensions were and whether or not he could fit an inflatable children's swimming pool somewhere in there. It was totally all the rage in parties out in Michigan. Who WOULDN'T love swimming in a kiddie pool INDOORS?!? It was like, every single humans dream come true! And he had so many other plans for what he could use that space for. It would be fantastic. He just needed to visualize where everything would go, and check with the school to see if they would be allowed to knock out a few of those walls, because they would totally cramp his style, and that could NOT be allowed to happen.

"Be my guest," he said in an offhand way as he started to rummage through his bag for a tape measurer. "My teachers always DID say that I needed to work on my organizational skills so maybe you'll be just what I ne- OH, HERE IT IS!"

Excitedly, he stretched the tape from one end of the room to another, and groaned unhappily at the number. "Offhand, how much squeezing do you think it would take to fit a 16 by 16 foot pool inside an 12 by 15 foot room?"

• WORDS: # # #
• TAGGED: Summer
• OUTFIT: Idk
• MUSIC: Lots
• NOTES:finissssshed
• LYRICS: b.o.b. - airplanes
• CREDIT: holly @ caution