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A wee bit of computing... (4th period) - in which Xander may have sent a distracted e-mail or two.
Art History (5th & 6th period) - in which Our Heroes Did Things With Doughnuts.
Study Group: Checking in with the Support Team (after 6th period) - in which someone was hugged by someone's ex-girlfriend, beers were mentioned, and there was a cat who might have been right, but Xander will never admit it, yo.
Study-group: Mountie-distraction (evening, during the vampire hunts party) - in which. Well, in which. Indeed.

After Creature Languages, where today's classroom guest had given Xander more than a little pause in his thoughts about helping out a certain friend back home, he found himself just generally thinking too much. Which is always dangerous, but especially for Xanders.

When he got back to his room in the evening, he opened the window to let in some fresh air, and sat down on his bed with his laptop. After reading and responding to an e-mail from Rory, he grabbed his headphones to listen to the podcast of last night's radio show, and started composing ( an e-mail of his own )

At which point, Jaye said something about Rita Skeeter, Michael Bolton started singing in Xander's ear, and he ripped the headphones off in horror.

Only to hear more singing in his ear. Well, if his ear were hanging out the window, since the voice was outside.

"Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for youooOOooOOooo..."

Xander blinked, sat up, and did stick his ear out the window. Along with the rest of his head.

And looked down for quite a while.

Eventually he typed again, though

~~~

Whoa, he can sing. So much better than an unexpected Bolton attack. Also? Really nice hat.

Love,
Xander

~~~

was a little lacking in sequitur-ness, and probably likely to make Willow ask him if he'd been licking the frog again. Not that he'd ever licked the frog before.
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Art History, wherein Xander did not think about Lee Adama's shirt or the lack thereof, and the Romans sucked.
Lunch - wherein Xander is clearly going to Hell because he exchanged fortune-cookie-based innuendo with Pippi Longstocking.
Yet another e-mail from Rory Gilmore re: Sekrit Girly Shopping Trip For Study Group.
Meeting in the library, wherein Xander coined studly new words and did not remotely bemoan his lack of scrapbooking a more enjoyable hobby.
Actual Sekrit Girly Shopping. No, we're not shitting you; people bought glitter.
Meeting in Rory's room wherein vampires scrapbooking Mounties Studying was discussed.

After waking up on Friday to a worried frog, a blizzard outside, and a startling drop in temperature especially for a California boy, Xander hit the cafeteria to pick up food for the weekend, instead of venturing into town. Then there was... well, there was something, in Professor Car's class that involved Angela being a boy and Xander climbing on Lee's shirtless back and groping his whoa hi arms, but it was for art, OMG, ok?

( And then there were snowmonsters... )

Luckily, someone brave and strong and oblivious to subtext finally happened past the closet on Sunday morning, after the fighting and the partying was long over, to help Xander come out, even if they did get a little messy (and cause a little property damage) in the process before heading home to the showers afterwards. (Luckingly the Best Roomie Ever had fed Jeremiah while Xander was trapped in the closet, YAYE!)

After he was all clean and shiny, Xander followed up on a note he'd found left for him by someone with girly handwriting, and headed off to Angel's room for some purely platonic totally NFB goings-on. Which had very little NOTHING to do with scrapbooking.

The End.
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{OOC: *breathes omg*}