Room 332, Saturday Evening

[swipedthatfoot]

After graduation (and promising Nate she'd meet him and David at the brunch the next morning, like their mother would let her out of it, God), Claire went back up to her dorm room, trailing a Cal. She lost her hat right after graduation, and viciously tossed her robe across her bed as soon as she got through the door of her room. Her pantyhose

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[not_a_mused]

"Congratulations," said Cal, throwing his arms up to celebrate in a very Cal way, which meant an unenthusiastic lifting of his arms half-way and shaking them a little with a crooked grin. "Here's when I ask if you feel any older or more mature."

And avoid the topic they were supposed to discuss right now, la.

[swipedthatfoot]

Claire gave him something that was almost a smile. "Tons more mature," she deadpanned. "Not sure why I'm hanging around with you, junior."

Avoidance rocked.

[not_a_mused]

"Hey," Cal said, flopping on Claire's bed. "I'd be a senior now if it weren't for that year of high school I missed."

[swipedthatfoot]

"Yeah, but you're still younger than I am," Claire said, stretching to put a hand on his stomach.