Dreamers (dreamersunited) wrote in emmys_writings, @ 2008-01-23 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | originalfic |
Betony and I walked around the campus, which is crowded in the early summer because it is so warm and nice and even the freshwomen are allowed their freedom from the sign-in support centers. Finally, we arrived at our tree. No one likes it since it is old and buggy, overrun by big and small ants. I sat down on the ground and Betony followed suit. I pulled out my rough draft of my latest QuAC book review, watching Betony out of the corner of my eye sketching. It was a different sort of sketching. Not of people or trees, but of the play of the light and shadow over the clearing in front of us. Betony knows I am fascinated by those drawings.
I smiled, “Art project?” She shook her head, “No. This is just for fun. Is that another book review?” I nodded and she returned to her sketch as I focused on my work, checking my watch every few minutes. It had taken a good ten minutes to get up the hill. Not that it bothered me that Betty was slow. She takes her time since she knows I don’t like to have to walk her back down the hill to the nurse when she has an asthma attack in this kind of weather. It’s been too hot and the pollen lingers in the air. It’s disgusting, but it’s terrible to stay in the upper campus support centers because everyone goes to the two air-conditioned ones and then it’s not cool enough. When I finished, I tucked my review back into my bag and leaned back against the tree, not really caring about the ants and inchworms that bothered so many of the other girls.
Betony put down her sketchbook and moved closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulder, just a little amused about her initiative. It is rare that she gets intimate with me at school. Until the hallways empty of girls at our school, she restricts me to just holding hands and the occasional friendly greeting or cheer-up hug.