His (potentially) Problematic Solution
J.D. hadn’t slept well. He snuck back into his room late, long after the sun had gone down and little JD was sleeping snugly in his new hutch, and closed his eyes, thinking he’d find relief at least in the confines of his room. His brain made that too difficult. He’d tossed and turned until, completely fed up, he got up with the intention to take a walk. The night was, unfortunately, gloomy and dark and not at all what he’d wanted. He just wanted it to be daytime again, when he could disappear into the Compound for hours, find a book on the bookshelf about some nonsense (maybe even a comic book or graphic novel, if he was really lucky) and avoid Elliot.
Upon waking to early morning sun filtering in through his window, he prayed to go back to sleep long enough to avoid seeing Elliot, but such was not his luck. They exchanged strained pleasantries about the weather, and J.D. was able to excuse himself to the Compound in time for breakfast. He busied himself for the next several hours alternating between sitting on the beach and walking along the shoreline, distracted and jumpy from nerves and lack of sleep.
I need to just chill out, he thought. Rolling his eyes at himself, he sat down in the sand and pulled his hands through his hair, which he’d neglected to gel. He was running out. Things just keep getting worse, don’t they? he thought, sighing. My girlfriend gets pregnant, then she’s not pregnant, only she really always was and lied about it. Now I’m almost out of hair gel. He raised his brows and stared off blankly at the horizon. “She must’ve thought I’d make one heck of a father,” he said aloud, his tone a jumble of sarcasm and sadness.
He’d been here on the island for over a month, and in that span of time had spent most of his days either at the clinic or with Elliot, and God knows how difficult is for her to keep her mouth shut, he thought ungraciously. I wonder how many times she almost told me about Kim and decided not to? But J.D. realized that his anger was poorly channeled at Elliot. It wasn’t like they were going to stop being friends over something like this, difficult as it had been to hear. He’d come to a decision on one issue, however, on the previous day, after wondering for the hundredth time how Kim had thought it appropriate to hurt him so, after everything he had gone through wrecking Kelso’s Winnebago and tempting the Janitor’s foul temper. It’s very simple, he thought for the twentieth time that day, you just need to find another girlfriend. Then everything will get better. He closed his eyes. That’s it, the first girl you see when you open your eyes, she’s the one… He imagined opening his eyes to see Elliot dressed as a fifteen year old, wearing a bonnet and a holding an enormous lollipop, twirling the end of her pigtail around her finger and asking with doe-eyes, ‘what’s wrong, Mister?’
“Correction!” he said aloud, and brandished a finger. “Age-appropriate!” J.D. opened his eyes.
[[Don’t worry if you don’t know the daydream-prone Doctor yet, even though he’s feeling blue he loves meeting new people! ST/LT okay, anyone tagging in new on 8/29 he'll be in better sorts and more himself. Still taking new tags!]]
Upon waking to early morning sun filtering in through his window, he prayed to go back to sleep long enough to avoid seeing Elliot, but such was not his luck. They exchanged strained pleasantries about the weather, and J.D. was able to excuse himself to the Compound in time for breakfast. He busied himself for the next several hours alternating between sitting on the beach and walking along the shoreline, distracted and jumpy from nerves and lack of sleep.
I need to just chill out, he thought. Rolling his eyes at himself, he sat down in the sand and pulled his hands through his hair, which he’d neglected to gel. He was running out. Things just keep getting worse, don’t they? he thought, sighing. My girlfriend gets pregnant, then she’s not pregnant, only she really always was and lied about it. Now I’m almost out of hair gel. He raised his brows and stared off blankly at the horizon. “She must’ve thought I’d make one heck of a father,” he said aloud, his tone a jumble of sarcasm and sadness.
He’d been here on the island for over a month, and in that span of time had spent most of his days either at the clinic or with Elliot, and God knows how difficult is for her to keep her mouth shut, he thought ungraciously. I wonder how many times she almost told me about Kim and decided not to? But J.D. realized that his anger was poorly channeled at Elliot. It wasn’t like they were going to stop being friends over something like this, difficult as it had been to hear. He’d come to a decision on one issue, however, on the previous day, after wondering for the hundredth time how Kim had thought it appropriate to hurt him so, after everything he had gone through wrecking Kelso’s Winnebago and tempting the Janitor’s foul temper. It’s very simple, he thought for the twentieth time that day, you just need to find another girlfriend. Then everything will get better. He closed his eyes. That’s it, the first girl you see when you open your eyes, she’s the one… He imagined opening his eyes to see Elliot dressed as a fifteen year old, wearing a bonnet and a holding an enormous lollipop, twirling the end of her pigtail around her finger and asking with doe-eyes, ‘what’s wrong, Mister?’
“Correction!” he said aloud, and brandished a finger. “Age-appropriate!” J.D. opened his eyes.
[[Don’t worry if you don’t know the daydream-prone Doctor yet, even though he’s feeling blue he loves meeting new people! ST/LT okay, anyone tagging in new on 8/29 he'll be in better sorts and more himself. Still taking new tags!]]