“I saw you at the concert last night. Didn’t I?.” She asked. pulling a chair up and sitting down. Michael intentionally looked at his stack of books ignoring the blonde sitting down in front of him.The blonde-pulling her hair up. Damn. It really is the little things.
You’ve got this,you’ve seen a lot of John Hughes films. He thought to himself. “Yeah.”
See it’s not that hard, you have established communication. You’re probably on the same wave link. He was trying to stay calm. She probably would rather join a group of sky diving nuns than finish this conversation. Heck. I’d kinda like to see that actually, If this doesn’t go my way quick, maybe she will let me watch.
He wasn’t doing so good on the calm.
“So,my name is Rachael. Why haven’t I seen you in class? ” she asked. While picking up a book. ” ‘The age of truth and spirituality.’ That sounds really deep. Or maybe just shallow and muddy. What class is this anyway?” She laughed. Michael choked. “Oh no… I’m not in classes. It’s not a class. I’m just rooming here…to write. I’m just checking the book out.” He was trying. “Just checking it out, For yourself?” She wasn’t laughing. “Yeah the other night I dreamed I was possessed by satan. So I thought I’d better look into it.” She was grinning.
Good job.She is still here. She hasn’t left. She could have left,hell, She still can.But she hasn’t.
“And did it help?” She crossed her arms.
Michael counted three planet tattoos across the back of her arm. Along with a few scars. “Not really. Or not yet.But I haven’t gotten very far either.” He said. “So you could still be possessed? I should probably leave then? Cause I definitely didn’t make room in my schedule for exorcisms.”
I raise your sarcasm with dark humor.
“No you’re good now. I dreamed I was talking to my dead friend last night. So you’re good. He just committed suicide…so it’s totally safe. Any damage I may do will probably be self inflicted.” She just stared at him.Blankly. Rubbing her scars.
What were we going for? Dark humor…suicide…never involved with dark humor …unless you’re attempting to jump from a window and its barred shut…fix this..
“But don’t worry, I’m totally fine…I’m a lazy person …I tried… I did…I was going to jump from a window but then I ate some bad tuna…so I called poison control…got stuck with that for two hours.” she laughed.
Good job…god she has beautiful eyes.
“You were going to commit suicide but then you poisoned yourself and didn’t want to die?”
“Oh no. Not like that. I’m going out my way. Not because some fish got pissed off for being stuffed in a can and decided to go bad.”
Rachael leaned forward.
” But you’re going to be here for a while?”
“Well, yeah. Atleast a weekend.”
“Good.of course. I’m not really here.”
“Mmmhhm. Right. You can come by tomorrow. I’ll be writing then.”
“Then maybe I’ll stop by after class. My aunt runs the place.” She got up.
“Oh I look forward to it.”