soldtoarmenians: (1-serious)
soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-03-22 09:00 pm

Wednesday, Room 406, after classes

But, you know, a little more after classes than that other after classes over in Janet's room.

Today the Music of Pain was Ray Stevens. Who was allegedly non-depressing, and only sometimes country, and fell under the MoP umbrella only because this was Beside Myself, which had 1.5 decent songs on it, and neither of them was Butterfly Inside A Coupe DeVille which was currently playing because Xander couldn't be assed to get up and hit skip.

{Locked to zie roommate, ohyes. Contents of discussion NFB; any sudden and moody departures -- *whistles* -- fair game.}

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel flinched and pulled away. "Just don't, okay?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Right now? No," she said bitterly. And deep inside a part of her felt bad, because really none of this was Xander's fault. But right now it felt like everything she'd thought she'd buried deep inside over the last two weeks was going to come out and it was taking everything in her to keep it under control.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-03-23 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel nodded, not really trusting herself to say anything right now. She sat down on her bed, pulled her legs up, and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on her knees. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she closed her eyes.