Date: January 24, 2011, Monday Characters: Garth Winters, Stephen Ross Location: TCU campus Status: Private Summary: Garth is, well, being Garth on campus. Completion: Incomplete
Stephen was finished for the day and, as usual, was feeling restless. It was a Monday though, which meant there was next to nothing happening. Well, he was sure he could find someone to go to a bar with but, admittedly, he was a senior now and wanted to at least exhibit some mode of responsibility. So instead he meandered around the quad, on his way back to the frat. There wouldn't be much to do since there wasn't a game and Chuck was out with his girlfriend.
He paused suddenly, looking to his left as he spotted a familiar face on a bench on the next sidewalk over. Stephen adjusted the strap of his bag and walked across the grass to where Garth sat on a bench and dropped down abruptly beside him. "Hey," he greeted, peering at Garth's face curiously. "Garth, right?"
"Friggin culture," Garth muttered, hunched over his miasma of thoughts. Culture was like love: one of those words everyone knew and no one ever got confused about, until they had to define it.
A few seconds later he stopped drawing. "Jeez, I'm sorry," he said, looking up. He recognized the person sitting next to him but couldn't remember his name or where he'd seen him. "I did that to a waitress yesterday, too. I just get engrossed. Yeah, I'm Garth. I, uh, I don't remember your name."
Stephen furrowed his brow when he was sure he heard Garth mutter something and he glanced at him in confusion. A second later, Garth came out of his trance of sketching (or whatever it was he had been doing). He smiled slightly and shook his head. Stephen always remembered people's names and faces and had long grown used to dealing with people who didn't.
"It's Stephen Ross," he said. "I think we've had a few classes here together but hell if I remember which." Classes and the people in them Stephen had a harder time with. "Haven't seen you for a while so I figured I'd say hello."
"Stephen. Okay, yeah, that sounds familiar." Now that he had a name, Garth thought maybe he remembered. "We had Dr. Hendricksen together, I think, like two terms ago?"
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He paused suddenly, looking to his left as he spotted a familiar face on a bench on the next sidewalk over. Stephen adjusted the strap of his bag and walked across the grass to where Garth sat on a bench and dropped down abruptly beside him. "Hey," he greeted, peering at Garth's face curiously. "Garth, right?"
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A few seconds later he stopped drawing. "Jeez, I'm sorry," he said, looking up. He recognized the person sitting next to him but couldn't remember his name or where he'd seen him. "I did that to a waitress yesterday, too. I just get engrossed. Yeah, I'm Garth. I, uh, I don't remember your name."
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"It's Stephen Ross," he said. "I think we've had a few classes here together but hell if I remember which." Classes and the people in them Stephen had a harder time with. "Haven't seen you for a while so I figured I'd say hello."
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