Mar 07, 2008 17:01
Pam, naturally, knew what today was, but she hadn't expected anyone else to remember. It wasn't like she went around telling people, 'Oh, by the by, Friday? I'm going to be seventeen!' or anything.
And as such, she'd gone to class and fielded a phone call from her parents before settling down to go back to work on the sketch she'd been playing with for the last week.
And okay, maybe she wanted one person to remember what day it was. But she wasn't expecting it.
[locked to parties who know who they are, and for greeeeeeeeeeeeeat sp. Stupid work.]
seventeen candles,
room 214