DAVI + REN
It'd been a decent holiday season, meaning one one had died, no one had gotten belligerently drunk and/or the cops never paid a visit to their house, but Ren was still eager to get back to school. Well, not school, but Countshire at large. There was only so much of her extended family she could take before her ears started to bleed. So she returned to campus a few days early, Italian sundries in tow. Her bags had gotten a lot heavier without Michael or Tito to tug it through Heathrow...
Lounging in her room, Ren worried the corner of her cellphone with her teeth. She'd checked her email about a hundred times this afternoon, but nothing was up. That was the problem with coming back early. But, she could always catch up on comics or her projects or... read a book with no pictures. She sighed and dragged her tongue over her line of perfect teeth. Nope. Today she needed to do something, get out. But who to call...
Davi never picked up on her hints about coming back early. Was she being too subtle? Or did he not want her around? Fluffing her hair, upper-body mostly hanging off the edge of her bed, Ren decided to give him a call anyway. If he didn't like her and she was bugging him, who the fuck cared? Not, she thought smugly, her. Nope. Not one bit. If he didn't like her, he could... go to hell...
It'd be less messy if he just liked her, though.
Lounging in her room, Ren worried the corner of her cellphone with her teeth. She'd checked her email about a hundred times this afternoon, but nothing was up. That was the problem with coming back early. But, she could always catch up on comics or her projects or... read a book with no pictures. She sighed and dragged her tongue over her line of perfect teeth. Nope. Today she needed to do something, get out. But who to call...
Davi never picked up on her hints about coming back early. Was she being too subtle? Or did he not want her around? Fluffing her hair, upper-body mostly hanging off the edge of her bed, Ren decided to give him a call anyway. If he didn't like her and she was bugging him, who the fuck cared? Not, she thought smugly, her. Nope. Not one bit. If he didn't like her, he could... go to hell...
It'd be less messy if he just liked her, though.