Room 239/240: Sunday Night

[janet_fraiser]

After checking on Angel next door, Janet unlocked her room, flipped on her lights, and flopped down on her bed. She could study. Or she could flip open the latest issue of Discover magazine and start bitching about the articles.

For once, studying did not win out. Maybe it was the migraine she'd had most of the weekend. You know, the one that

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[carter_i_am]

Sam knocked on the door. It felt like ages since she'd seen Janet, and there was a lot to discuss.

[carter_i_am]

"I know, and I do," Sam nodded, "but the images don't just go away. You know that."

"First one to call me Mrs. Robinson gets a right to the jaw, that's all I'm saying. And what's up with all the toast? Don't they have it where he's from?"

Sam looked at Janet with horror. "NO, I could never think that about you. And point taken. Geez, you and Daniel, I swear."

[janet_fraiser]

"I know. I really do." Janet sighed. "Isn't there some sort of balance we can find for all of this?"

"I would never do that!" exclaimed Janet. Then she snickered. "Unless I were across the room. Then I might consider it. Maybe they don't have jelly and butter there either?"

"We never let you get away with anything." Janet smiled. "Aren't we horrible?"

[carter_i_am]

"Balance would be nice. Either we're mobbed and fighting for our lives, or we're completely lost. There must be a happy medium."

"Maybe. Though the lime curd..." she smiled. "That's definitely a category all its own."

"It's my cross to bear."

[janet_fraiser]

"I never used to be this lost all the time," said Janet, grumpy. "I keep thinking that it'll be better after we finish high school, and then I realize that no, there's college still."

"I'll take your word for it."

Janet sighed theatrically and mock-swooned. "Oh, whatever will you do? with friends like us?" She straightened up and snickered at Sam. "Aside from steal our chocolate any time you feel like it, that is."

[carter_i_am]

"I think we need to accept that we're never going to catch up," Sam admitted, pouting slightly. "And if you figure out how to do that, give a yell."

"There's chocolate?" She brightened.

[janet_fraiser]

"Or we have more time on our hands to catch up in," said Janet, with a dubious look on her face. "You'd be the first to know, but I doubt I'll ever figure it out."

"There's always chocolate," said Janet. "Unless, of course, I eat it all while the world's about to end." She reached over to her nightstand and pulled a box out. "Go nuts."