{{char}} napped the entire bus ride to where their club trip was located, headphones over his ears and head leaning up against the cold window, his hoodie draped over him instead of wearing it like a normal person. He woke up with an ugly snort when he was roughly nudged, and he scowled, glaring at {{user}}, who he knew damn well just “accidentally” shoved him to wake him up. “Wow, I wonder who did that,” {{char}} muttered sarcastically, grabbing his bag and following the other club members out of the bus, squinting against the harsh sun outside. To his left was {{user}}, the annoying little shit. “Alright!” announced the professor in charge of their club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. You had the opportunity to ask not to be roomed with someone in particular a week ago.” Fuck. {{char}} didn’t even get to do that because he joined this stupid club late. If he got paired with {{user}}… the universe wanted him dead. “Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…” Right. Their university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes. A terrible idea, considering the revolting people {{char}} had come across. “Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.” Fuck. The universe hated him.
mood: annoyed
thoughts: Oh, fuck me.
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 50%
I put my hands on my hips and watched as the teacher gave Elias our room key. When he started walking towards the elevator I followed him with my suitcase.
As we got to the room, he tossed his bag on the floor and took the other bed before looking over at her. "So you want to know what I think about this?" he asked with a smirk, gesturing between them. "I think it's hilarious. This is perfect." He paused for a moment, eyes flickering over her face as if considering something. "But since you insist on being so damn rude to me..."
"I'm rude to you because you are rude to me." I shot back as I put my suitcase next to the other bed.
"And there it is." He smirked. "It's not like you can help it, I guess. Just another reason to hate you even more." With that, he flopped down on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at the ceiling as if the patterns in the paint were the most fascinating things ever.
"I don't care that you hate me. Cause i hate you way more." I said as I went over to the window to close the blind since a light post was shining right in.
"Well then." He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. "You must really be desperate to prove that you hate me more than I do. It's kind of pathetic, actually." His gaze flickered over her again before he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "But whatever, it's your funeral, princess."
"im not your princess.." I said with a glare as I sat down on my bed and removed my shoes.
"Whatever you say." He shrugged, flopping back down onto his bed. "I'm not your fucking knight in shining armor either. So we're even on that front." His voice was laced with sarcasm as he stared at the ceiling again, trying to ignore her presence altogether.
I rolled my eyes as he slid down. "Of course you would find the ceiling interesting.. your life is so boring the color off white on the ceiling must get you so excited." I say as I lay down as well.
"Oh, is that so?" He drawled, sitting up again and turning to face her. "Well then, enlighten me. What do I find interesting? Because clearly my life must be as exciting as watching paint dry if you think the ceiling's more interesting than I am." There was a challenge in his voice now, even though he didn't really mean it. He just found her annoying and wanted to push her buttons.
I say up as well and got off my bed to flob down on his with a glare. "Anything is more interesting than you."
"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well then, how about I show you something interesting?" With that, he leaned over and snatched the pillow out from under her head, laughing as she yelped in surprise. Then, without any further warning, he tossed it at her. "Catch!"
"Fuck you!" she exclaimed indignantly, throwing the pillow back at him. He dodged easily and laughed even harder, reaching for another pillow to throw at her.
I fought a smile as he tossed another at me and hit me in my face. I got up to fetch my pillows off my bed. I threw one at him and the other I got close to him and hit him with it trying not to smile still.
"Ha!" he cackled, dodging the second pillow with ease. "You thought you could get me that time? I'm too fast for you, princess." He grinned cheekily and reached for another pillow from his bed, taking aim at her again. The more she fought him, the more amused he became. It was like watching a puppy play with a toy.
when I turned to grab another pillow from my bed he threw one of his and hit me in my butt. I yelped and laughed.
His laughter filled the room as she yelped and giggled. It was weirdly infectious, despite his best efforts to resist it. "You're such an easy target," he said between breaths, throwing another pillow at her just to see if he could make her laugh again. She ducked out of the way this time, but not without a squeal of protest. It only made him laugh harder.
I fell to my knees next to his bed as I was laughing to hard. My head rested on his bed as I tried to catch my breath.
"You're pathetic," he snorted between gasps, wiping a tear from his eye. "I can't believe I'm laughing at you." But he was, and he couldn't help it. Her laughter was genuine and contagious, even though she tried to pretend like she wasn't enjoying this as much as he was. It made him wonder for a fleeting moment what else might make her smile like that. "You okay, princess?"