Ooh de lally, ooh de lally...
Click. Snap. Click. Snap. Sigh. Repeat.
John groans from his spot on his bed, twirling his lighter in his hand and staring up at the ceiling like it has all the answers. Bobby knows it doesn’t. He’s asked it many times already what to do about his roommate’s constant boredom.
He thinks fire is totally appropriate for John. He’s constantly moving and fidgeting, full of restless energy and Bobby doesn’t know where he gets it.
Maybe he’s got ADD or something, he muses.
Click. Snap. Click. Snap. Sigh. Click. Snap. Groan.
“Fuck.” John draws that word out as long as he can and drops it suddenly, like he’s already bored of it and he’s driving Bobby crazy.
“Why don’t you take a nap or something?”
He can see John turn his head and he can feel the glare pointed at him.
“The hell would I want to do that for? I’m bored. I’m not tired.”
Not like Bobby doesn’t know he’s bored. He’s been reminded sixteen times now. He chews on his lip and tries to think of something that would appease his friend.
The smell of smoke reaches his side of the room and he crinkles his nose against the tickle.
“John, open the window. You’re gonna stink up the whole dorm.”
“If you’re worried about it, you open the window.”
John’s blowing smoke rings and Bobby marvels at how perfectly round they are. He thinks John’s boredom is contagious.
Click. Snap. Blow. Click. Snap. Click. Snap. Click. Blow. Snap.
Instead of being annoying like it had been, it’s becoming hypnotic. He knows John isn’t doing it on purpose, but it has a rhythm like he is. Yeah, definitely contagious.
Bobby turns his gaze towards the ceiling.
“You still bored?”
“Yep.”
“Wanna fool around?”
“Sure.”
John groans from his spot on his bed, twirling his lighter in his hand and staring up at the ceiling like it has all the answers. Bobby knows it doesn’t. He’s asked it many times already what to do about his roommate’s constant boredom.
He thinks fire is totally appropriate for John. He’s constantly moving and fidgeting, full of restless energy and Bobby doesn’t know where he gets it.
Maybe he’s got ADD or something, he muses.
Click. Snap. Click. Snap. Sigh. Click. Snap. Groan.
“Fuck.” John draws that word out as long as he can and drops it suddenly, like he’s already bored of it and he’s driving Bobby crazy.
“Why don’t you take a nap or something?”
He can see John turn his head and he can feel the glare pointed at him.
“The hell would I want to do that for? I’m bored. I’m not tired.”
Not like Bobby doesn’t know he’s bored. He’s been reminded sixteen times now. He chews on his lip and tries to think of something that would appease his friend.
The smell of smoke reaches his side of the room and he crinkles his nose against the tickle.
“John, open the window. You’re gonna stink up the whole dorm.”
“If you’re worried about it, you open the window.”
John’s blowing smoke rings and Bobby marvels at how perfectly round they are. He thinks John’s boredom is contagious.
Click. Snap. Blow. Click. Snap. Click. Snap. Click. Blow. Snap.
Instead of being annoying like it had been, it’s becoming hypnotic. He knows John isn’t doing it on purpose, but it has a rhythm like he is. Yeah, definitely contagious.
Bobby turns his gaze towards the ceiling.
“You still bored?”
“Yep.”
“Wanna fool around?”
“Sure.”