[for Marissa]
He was more the type to bring greasy takeout and a six pack than flowers, but the island wasn't throwing one of its magic parties for this random March day, so he'd hunted down a patch of the hibiscus she'd left on his bed and snapped half a dozen of the fuckers from their stalk, before heading to her hut.
It was a little weird, to him, that their biggest argument had been a lot less heated than those previous, but that was probably the difference between a real disagreement and the little things that just got people worked up and could usually be recycled into sex. And the difference between making up by the end of the argument and Marissa leaving close to tears, and another four long days of barely speaking, even in class. Today was the day to fix it, he'd decided, watching her gather too many books for anyone to carry comfortably (much less one Marissa Cooper, likelier to toss back a fifth of whiskey or several shots of espresso than a protein shake on any morning), and she'd left him there wanting nothing more than to carry her shit home for her.
Okay, maybe he wanted a little more than that, but he would've settled for walking her home, at this point.
Her door was open when he arrived at the hut, and he smiled, recognizing it as habit more than necessity, knocking on the frame with his free hand.
It was a little weird, to him, that their biggest argument had been a lot less heated than those previous, but that was probably the difference between a real disagreement and the little things that just got people worked up and could usually be recycled into sex. And the difference between making up by the end of the argument and Marissa leaving close to tears, and another four long days of barely speaking, even in class. Today was the day to fix it, he'd decided, watching her gather too many books for anyone to carry comfortably (much less one Marissa Cooper, likelier to toss back a fifth of whiskey or several shots of espresso than a protein shake on any morning), and she'd left him there wanting nothing more than to carry her shit home for her.
Okay, maybe he wanted a little more than that, but he would've settled for walking her home, at this point.
Her door was open when he arrived at the hut, and he smiled, recognizing it as habit more than necessity, knocking on the frame with his free hand.