WHO: Scott McCall & Allison Argent WHAT: Scott isn't exactly the most helpful partner on a Government project. WHERE: BHHS Library WHEN: Backdated, October 21st, after school RATING: PG STATUS: In Progress
Scott had a lot on his mind today, which was why he was late for his meeting with Allison. Avoiding sensory overload while simultaneously finishing homework just before each class because he was out running last night - it was a long day. Skidding to a stop by their table at the back of the library, he offered a sheepish smile and dumped his bag by his chair. They knew each other, though Scott wouldn't say they were friends. But Allison seemed nice enough, Scott liked her. She always smelled nice (okay, granted that was weird, don't say that out loud), and her smile was calming. She seemed easy to talk to. "Sorry I'm late I was just - forgot my lacrosse gear in the locker room."
He practically collapsed into his seat, taking a deep breath before digging around in his bag for paper and a pen. "So, we have to like, write a bill?" He had no idea how to do that. Model Congress or something. "What should we write about, you think?"