Room 212, Friday morning

[chasingangela]

Angela woke up curled into a ball on Marty's bed, feeling chilly. Her first thought was to wonder why she had fallen asleep in her clothes.

Then she wondered why she'd had such a weird dream. She and Marty had been in the dorm hall when suddenly they started to fight about ... jealousy? Of Dean Tick? She'd even gone to the library to see Bridge

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[oatmanspatient]

Marty was also cold. Not in the "OMG-I'm-transparent-going-insubstantial" kind of way but the kind of cold you get when you sleep on the floor all night.

And when the thought process of how he ended up on the floor was finished he decided that it was best to hide under the bed and stay there.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty chuckled. "Okay. I'll order it delivery so I won't have to leave the room for anything."

[chasingangela]

"You're sweet," Angela said. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

[oatmanspatient]

"If you need me, I'll be hiding under the bed."

[chasingangela]

"Good idea. Cal can't get you there," Angela said. She gave him a kiss. "Let's just never talk about this again?"

[oatmanspatient]

Marty smiled. "Talk about what? I remember nothing."

[chasingangela]

"Exactly," Angela laughed, and headed out the door.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty smiled and called in an order for Phad Thai to be delivered.

And then promptly crawled back underneath the bed.