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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 1:47:45 GMT -5
September 14th - Sunday
After throwing up and shooing his brightly coloured little friend away, Brin collapsed back onto his bed and went back to sleep. He had class but he skipped it. The day after was always just about bad enough to warrant not doing it again. That never lasted long, though. Even during that aweful day he usually considered just downing the rest of the bottle so he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. He was hot and cold on and off all day, but at least he didn't dream. The sleep was restless but dreamless and that was all that mattered.
Still wearing what he wore down to the lake yesterday, Brin was mostly asleep, drenched in sweat, his blanket half off. He had no idea what time it was nor did he care.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:17:36 GMT -5
Aldrick didn't care. Not one bit. His room mate could have been dead on his bed and he still wouldn't care. As long as he wasn't in Aldricks way. Thats all that mattered.
Which is why he didn't give a shit what happened when he walked into the dorm, turning the lights on. If Brin didn't like the light he could kiss Aldricks German ass.
He walked in and over to his bed, dropping his books and bag on the end.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:26:29 GMT -5
He jerked awake as the light came on, confused momentarily as to where he was. Then it all came flooding back to him. He pushed himself up, just a bit, eyes slowly focusing to the light as he looked around to figure out where it was coming from.
Fuck his head hurt..
"What time is it...?"
He was groggy and his stomach still hurt. His scratchy, tired voice represented that completely.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:29:46 GMT -5
"Six." He considered not answering him. But what harm did it do to Alrdrick? none, really. So why not. He pushed his hair over his shoulder, sitting down on his bed.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:34:22 GMT -5
Brin very rarely missed class. In fact, it was only on days like these that he did so his professors usually understood. If not he would make it up. He always made it up.
Sitting up a little more, he leaned against the wall, using it to hold himself up. He probably wouldn't sleep very well tonight.
"Fuck..."
Brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead, he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:39:10 GMT -5
"My sentiments exactly."
He hated that he had to speak english all the time. He was glad, however, that he didn't have a british accent. He found their intonations to be....annoying.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:41:34 GMT -5
Well, Brin was quite used to his accent -his own, that was- and he liked his intonations. Moody could just go to hell. He really wasn't in any mood to argue or take any crap. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was churning. The shivers were starting to come back so he pulled his blanket up high to try and subdue them.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:45:24 GMT -5
"Do not vomit, thanks."
That was the last thing he needed. Aldrick adjusted his position, pulling off his coat. He had homework to do.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:46:40 GMT -5
He would have rolled his eyes but the room was already spinning. Plus they were closed.
"Been there, done that, all empty, thanks."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:47:42 GMT -5
"Lovely."
He frowned. Such a crude little fuck.
"Go back to sleep please, fuck face."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:48:39 GMT -5
He tried, really, just for him.
He didn't open his eyes.
"Turn the light off."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:49:44 GMT -5
"I have homework to do."
If he had his eyes open he would have noticed that Aldrick was getting his homework started.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:53:25 GMT -5
Well, the light was on so his eyes were closed.
"I can't sleep with the lights on."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 22, 2008 2:55:31 GMT -5
"Wow."
He rolled his eyes, writing down the beginning of his essay.
"That must be difficult then."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Oct 22, 2008 2:58:25 GMT -5
He was still cold, the blanket wasn't working as well as he wanted it to and his shivering was just getting worse. He wished this day would just end already.
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