Jack and Rae (hotblooded) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-04-04 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | astrid, jack |
Sunday | April 27th 2008
Who: Jack and Astrid
Where: Jack's room
When: Sunday evening
What: Astrid finds out he's back in town and needs hugs and friendness!
The news about Simon's death had hit the school pretty quickly, and it had honestly freaked Astrid out. Having grown up going to city schools, teen suicides and drunk driving accidents were an unfortunate part of her life, but normally, the person who died was one kid out of forty in a classroom that she never talked to because of his or her lifestyle.
This was different. She knew Simon somewhat. They certainly weren't friends, but they'd had two classes together and both of them were pretty small classes. And the notion of just going to class and him not being there... honestly freaked her out.
And while she'd been texting Jack waiting for him to get back to the school, she'd tried really hard not to mention what was going on with Simon. Of course, the words "I'm back" blipped up on her phone that evening and Astrid didn't even bother to wait to tell him she was coming over. Within five minutes of getting that text, Astrid was at his door knocking.
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Jack didn't really have to guess at who it was. Rae had already texted him; she wasn't yet on campus. She was still having fun with Assface while their grandmother was sick.
So he knew it was Astrid. That, and well, Astrid had an Astrid-only knock. It was two parts neurotic and one part chipper. TAPTAPTAP. He opened the door with a broad smirk. "Part of the welcoming committee?"
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"Yes!" Astrid said with a bright grin, and she had suddenly thrown her arms around him and was hugging him tightly before he had much of a chance to say anything. "I'm sorry, I just needed a hug and I had missed you and I don't know if you heard but I'm all freaked out now..."
Of course, half of that had spilled out of her mouth while her face was still pressed against his shoulder, so she wasn't sure what exactly he'd heard.
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"Whoa," he said, one arm coming up and around to hug her gently as he pulled her into his room and closed the door. "What's going on?" He hadn't had a chance to even boot up his computer yet.
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Astrid pulled away, her expression even more nervous and conflicted. "Oh man, you don't know..." She reached up, biting her thumbnail and walking past him. She was pacing in front of his bed for the moment, debating how to tell him. "Um... I don't... I don't know if you knew him, but... Simon Curtis? He..." She whimpered softly, more at a loss than anything else. "Oh man, he died yesterday..."
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Jack blinked, looking surprised first, and then a little sad -- but still, mostly surprised. "Oh.. wow. Yeah, I mean, sorta knew him. Nice guy I guess. Never really spoke too much to him. Wow, that sucks. He was young."
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"I had a couple of classes with him..." She was still pacing, still nibbling at her thumbnail. She'd been like this ever since she'd heard about it, mainly because normally when this happened, she could go home and tell her parents and they would remind her that if she was worried to just go pray but praying didn't seem to work if she felt like she was crawling out of her skin and - "I think I even like, graded his homework a few times in one of those swapping of papers things and I just don't really know how I'm gonna go to classes Monday without thinking about the fact that I should be grading his paper and - " Oh, no, she sounded like a tea kettle with the way she kept ramping up.
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Jack was assuming that Astrid was reasonably close with Simon, or else why would she get so worked up about it? "Whoa whoa," he said again, reaching out to grasp her wrist lightly before she gnawed her entire thumb off. "I'm sorry."
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Astrid looked over at him when he grabbed her wrist, and she finally stopped pacing, taking a deep breath and dropping her hand from her mouth. "No... it's okay... I didn't... didn't know him really well, but... I just... it just creeps me out, I guess and I just really feel, I dunno, kinda safe around you and so I was just really glad when you got back." Astrid managed a relieved smile. "Sorry to sound like a spazhead."
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Jack's eyebrow arched a little, and his smirk was just a tad arrogant and bemused. "You.. really?" His expression became a little disbelieving, and he moved to sit on his bed. "Huh."
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Astrid smirked a little at his reaction, blushing some and reaching over to give him a lazy punch to the arm. It wasn't even a punch, it was more like her fist moving in slow motion to eventually land on his shoulder. "Don't let it go to your head. I just figured you'd been honest with me, I could do the same." She plopped down next to him on his bed and sighed again. "I'm just... really kind of shaken up about this, I guess."
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"How'd he die?" Jack wouldn't fake being scared, but he could be gentle.
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"I don't know the details," Astrid found her fingers absently playing with the silver bracelet on her wrist to keep her hands engaged while she talked. "But, it was a car accident of some kind. I just know that, like, he had friends here and they were really upset and a lot of the staff is really upset about this." She sighed, quieting for a moment, before trying to figure out how to tell Jack what she was feeling. "I went to inner city schools. Kids killed themselves, or got killed... a lot. I mean, I would talk to papa about his science class and at least once a year some kid had been shot, or in a drunk driving accident, or killed himself or was nearly killed in gang shit. But, I guess cause this place seems so safe.... it's hard knowing someone died."
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He sat with his elbows on his knees, hunched forward, hands dangling uselessly. His eyes scanned her up and down. She seemed upset. He didn't know if she required more than his presence, though, so he resolved to stay still beside her.
"Yeah, true. We weren't exactly from a great area either... s'hard to get used to some stuff, I guess." He reached up to scratch at the back of his head. "Sucks. He seemed like a nice kid." Hadn't he said that? Eck, he was so bad at this.
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Astrid glanced over at him, reaching up to scratch the back of her neck. "I mean, my parents were really good to me. I mean, they are. And where we actually lived wasn't so bad. But..." Astrid kind of just wanted to keep talking. She felt comfortable talking with Jack. He was just always relaxed around her, it kind of balanced out her zaniness. "What was it like for you guys? I mean... all this stuff always seemed kind of... intangible. Yeah, I knew kids who died, but I was never really friends with any of them." Astrid realized how that might not be something he wanted to ask, and she cleared her throat. "You don't need to tell me, though. Sorry, that is probs none of my business."
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He blinked, not sure what she was asking. "What was what like?" he repeated, with an encouraging sort of half-smile.
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"You said it was hard to get used to stuff. Like, what was your life like at home?" Astrid propped an elbow on her thigh, then rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "Did you deal with people just dying and leaving all those unanswered questions, all the things you kind of wish you'd asked them? Or at the least, part of you goes 'I wish I'd just said hi to him yesterday, maybe that would have changed things...'"
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It was then that Jack realized Astrid had no idea what had happened to his parents. Apparently Rae had never told her, or she wouldn't have asked a question. His smile remained, though it drained out of his eyes, and he felt his shoulders hunch further up into his ears.
"Ah... well, our dad was never really in the picture.. I barely remember him, Rae doesn't at all... and our mom.. died, when I was ten. Rae was eight. So we sorta have unique views on death."
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Astrid kind of looked like she'd just been punched in the gut. In a very 'holy crap, you're a moron why did you even bring this up you insensitive MORON kind of way.' "Oh... wow, I'm sorry..."
Okay, this was awkward. She didn't quite know what to say or how to say it. "I have no idea how I would ever handle losing my parents..."
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"Your parents sound a lot different than my parents were," he said quietly, his expression wry. He scratched at the side of his hand, staring down into his carpet.
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"Was your mom not really around for you guys before she, y'know, passed away?" As soon as she said it, Astrid sat up straight and held a hand out as if to stop him. "You know what? I... so shouldn't ask this. This is not my business. I shouldn't be prying."
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"No s'alright," he said, shaking his head. "And no. She had lots of problems. We saw our grandmother a lot before we ever moved in with her. She had me at sixteen, so..." he waved his hand into the air and made a little noise, muttering like his sister might, with nonsense vocalizations. "Drugs... and stuff."
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"Oooh, okay." Astrid scooted back on the bed some, getting a little more comfy while she watched him. "So your grandmother was really awesome to you two, it sounds like." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you miss your mom?"
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He nodded silently, once again becoming interested in a certain point in the carpet. After a moment. "Yeah, sometimes."
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Astrid nodded some, then fell silent for a few minutes. At some point, she leaned forward and reached out to rub his back some with a grin. "How's your gran doing?" A change of subject seemed like a good idea. Enough bad news for one day. Hopefully he had better news about his grandmother.
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"Good, good," he said, seamlessly jumping topics. He looked to her with a grateful smile. "Was up and walking. She has to take it easy, doc says, but other than that she should recover alright. It's the first couple days that are the worst. After that, if she's still standing, apparently it's all uphill."
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"Great, awesome. Good to know I won't have to sacrifice that goat or anything..." It was a joke, it really was. But Astrid was keeping a straight face, trying to see if Jack would get it or if she'd just totally freaked him out for a second.
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Jack's head snapped up to stare at her, eyes narrowed, before a slow smirk spread across his face. "You ass."
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A giggle slowly began to trickle its way out of her mouth until she was shaking a little, and she grinned, reaching over to push him some. "Ha haaa, I got you! Priceless look. Good." She grinned a little wider. "I think we both needed the smile."
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"I'm gonna change into a goat, crawl into bed with you, and pretend to be dead one morning. Just wait." He rocked with her push, grinning.
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Astrid laughed some and pushed him again. "No you will not! I don't want you in my bed as a goat, that would be awkward!" She was laughing, but she was also blushing. But that was because she didn't exactly dress all that much for bed.
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Jack bahhhh'd in true goat fashion, surprisingly realistic sounding.
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The completely stunned look on Astrid's face was also mixed with a healthy dose of weird that made her pretty much have the classic O_o face in front of him. "Woooow, that's... bizarre. I am so scared I can't express it." She giggled a little, then scooted away from him on his bed some.
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"More scared than when you brought me to your room on a leash and then I was nekkid in your bed?" he asked, laughing. God, that seemed like it had happened so LONG ago.
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"Iiii don't know, but I'm pretty sure this does come pretty close." Astrid laughed some, blushing harder. "I think you naked in my bed bordered on sheer mortification."
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"Your fault," he said, smirking again, before leaning back onto his elbows, his legs still off the side of his mattress.
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"You could have just un-shifted at aaany time, dude." Astrid moved a little until she was comfortable on his bed again. "And I couldn't really complain. I then got to say I had a hot naked dude in my bed for the rest of the semester. Even if, y'know... it sounds way sexier than it ever was."
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"I thought you didn't tell anyone," he said, laughing softly, one eyebrow lifting as he looked her over.
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"Well, I didn't." Astrid laughed. "It just... y'know... would have been totally braggable. Except for the part where I couldn't tell anyone. And even if I had, people could have just assumed it was Keagan. There was no reason for anyone to think you and me were knocking knees." She rolled her eyes. "I mean, c'mon, I'm not that easy. Nor am I that cheap."
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Jack laughed. "Ignoring the fact that screwing me apparently makes you cheap, did you just say 'knocking knees?'"
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"I didn't say screwing you makes me cheap, I'm just saying that screwing any guy without some serious, I dunno, forethought or arrangement. And yes, I said knocking knees." Astrid sat up and reached out to poke him in the ribs. "It sounded better than fucking, didn't it?" Ooookay, Astrid, don't say the word fuck in relation to Jack, because that just sounded kind of fun in the worst way.
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"Not really. Sounded like grandparents havin' sex." He sucked in his lips. "Jimminy Cricket, Bertha, watch yer plastic hip!"
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"Shut up!" She laughed louder, really going in for the tickling kill, as it were. "Stop mocking meeee!"
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He squirmed for a third time and batted at her hands. "Once again, picking on me has seemed to cheer you up."
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Grinning, Astrid tried to avoid his hands, but it was tough, at the least. "Yeah, well, I'd like to think it's cheered you up, too!" She laughed, but squirming on the bed was kind of difficult, and before she knew it, she had kind of landed on top of Jack, her nose firmly planted against his chest. "Oooow..." She muttered nasally.
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"YOU, ow? My poor chest!" Yes, he'd made a nose joke. She'd made fun of her nose, he could do it too, right? Silly Jack. He helped her up, setting her back in her place with a grin.
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Astrid laughed at her own stupidity and reached up to rub her nose, looking a little petulant and trying to be annoyed but failing. "Hey, my uber-schnozz can't help that it thinks your chest is apparently really awesome to be friends with. If they gravitate to each other, I must then assume they are attracted to each other and then I just have to let nature take it's course." She shrugged.
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Jack really wanted to make a joke about other parts of their bodies gravitating toward each other, but then that would sort of break a rule he had established himself. A rule he liked, because damn.. he was having fun.
"You're such a dork. I argued with you at first but you're right. Dorrrrk."
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Astrid was still rubbing her nose, which made everything come out nasal, only increasing her dorkdom. "Hey! You love it! You would not put up with me if you didn't find my dorkdom awesome." If Astrid had been more self-aware of how quickly she'd found herself gravitating towards Jack, she probably would have been all 'blah blah the best relationships are ones that start as friendships, we could totally flirt, you jerk' but she wasn't. She was more oblivious to things than he was. Sniffling some and finally pulling her hand away from her nose, Astrid grinned a little more. "And I'm all right with my dorkdom. It cheers you up and if the one thing I accomplished today was making you smile, then that's a pretty good day."
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"And what about you?" he asked, leaning over to get a better look at her face. "You alright?"
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Astrid shrugged a little, still smiling. "I guess so. I think I just needed to talk it out with someone, because that's normally how I deal with things." She added as a little jab at herself, "Not that you didn't know I do that. I mean, I only talk all the time."
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Jack's snorting laugh indicated that he was glad she made the joke, because he'd surely been thinking it."
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"Okay, you know what, though? If you really hated that I talk so much, you'd totally have shut me up or stopped talking to me or ignoring me by now. Like, you would have been all 'crazy bitch needs to go the fuck awaaaaay.'" Astrid giggled, then reached her hands up, stretching her arms because her shoulders were stiff. "But you haaaaven't so I must assume you have succumbed to my geeky charm."
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God, she was right. He wanted to argue but it was obviously pointless. She was being all freakishly honest and blatant again, and he didn't have the heart at the moment to pretend to argue.
So he just smiled at her, a genuine smile, that reached his eyes this time. It grew slowly, stretching over his face and down to the rest of him, teeth showing, eyes crinkling at the corners.
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"Yaaay, you haz a happeee!" Astrid laughed in true LOLcats fashion, and she reached over, giving him a huge hug. Although, from where she was sitting, that made things a little awkward, but it was worth the hug.
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Jack didn't get it at first, and then he remembered the "haz" thing from the stupid cat pictures Rae liked. He laughed, clearly at Astrid, and reached up with one muscular arm to "hug" her arm in return. His head tilted sideways to rest atop hers in an affectionate, almost cuddly gesture that didn't seem like usual Jack. Perhaps it was more like talks-about-his-dead-mom Jack.
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Wow, this was nice. This was comfortable and it didn't feelawkward. For Astrid, that was really enough to make her day. She really did like Jack. He tended to be pretty happy most of the time. It was rare that she caught him scowling at the world, except when it was in relation to something that was an actual problem. Like the whole mess with Keagan. But him being kind of semi-snuggly was different, but also awesome. And, y'know, Astrid had cajones and wasn't afraid to ask what she was thinking. And right now, what she was thinking was...
"Do you think it'd be cool if I just hung out with you for a bit and watched a movie?"
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Jack was confused as to where that came from, but it was an innocuous enough request. He had no real plans. He wanted to unwind from his weekend away. "Sure." He got up and moved to the mini fridge. "Rae's not back on campus yet, but she'll probably wanna stop by for the whole scoop on things... that cool?"
He didn't really expect an answer other than 'of course it's cool,' but he figured he should ask. It would be polite to ask, right?
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"Yeah, that's cool." Astrid answered without much hesitation, although it was clear that she had actually thought about her answer for a few seconds. Now that she'd had a chance to kind of work all her nerves out, she felt better. She just really wanted someone to hang out with who wasn't her roommate, and who was... well, like she'd said, someone she felt safe with. And that was Jack most days of the week. Astrid crawled over to his desk to find a few DVDs hanging around and looked through them. "Got any horror films?"
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"Rae was putting movies on my computer for me so I didn't have to bring all my DVDs here," he replied, watching her as he grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge for them. "But uh... you can look there, then on my comp. No zombies, though." He smirked.
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"Damn, how will I ever survive the night?" Astrid laughed, rolling her eyes and going through the DVDs. She paused as she found a couple of horror movies and then plopped back on his bed and started to look through them. "Ummmm... can I have a soda? If you've got any?" She looked up at him and beamed. "I mean... you're already uuuup..." Astrid stopped as she found a movie that caught her attention and laughed. "Awesome, you have the Grudge! Let's watch that!"
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Jack froze on his way back to his bed and sloooowly turned back, tromping back to the fridge as if she had greatly inconvenienced him by requesting another drink. He was teasing, of course, made evident by the grin on his face when he replaced the one bottle of water with a can of Coke.
"Uhh, sure, why not. I got it because Sarah Michelle Gellar is hooot."
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Astrid laughed and was about to make a remark about him liking blondes but realized that that would come off the wrong way. She was the only blonde that she knew Jack really hung out with and, like, he didn't like her, they'd made that a clear boundary, so... yeah, off-color. Instead, she opened her mouth to speak, then shut it and made her way over to the DVD player to pop the movie in and then moved so she could properly lay down on Jack's bed as if she owned it. Whatever rules they had be damned, she was gonna be comfortable and have a completely worry-free time watching a movie that totes freaked her out.
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Jack liked her being comfortable, and was glad she felt comfortable enough around him to be a pain in the ass. It meant she was his friend, and well.. as he'd said, he wanted friends. She was a dork, and cute, in her own funny way, and he liked having her around. He wheeled his computer chair over to the bed to sit "beside" her, using an extra sitting chair as a footrest after he pulled it closer with one leg.
"Here," he said, handing her the coke, before cracking open his bottle and slouching into a comfortable position.
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Astrid grinned and opened her coke, settling in to watch the movies. And Astrid was a sucker for anything scary, she loooved horror movies. Especially J-horror and zombie films. It was like her crack. Well, that and pop tarts and soda. About ten or so minutes in, though, around the first time you heard the creepy clicking breathing in noise that the crazy dead chick makes for the first time, Astrid visibly paled and shuddered, giving a tiny little whimper that she didn't realize she'd made. That was one of those noises that freaked her the fuuuuck oooooout but she tried to act like it didn't. So she grabbed a pillow and hugged it, and moved a few inches closer towards Jack. Just a little bit.
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Jack's ears would have swiveled toward her if they had the right muscles attached. As it was, he inclined his head and laughed, once, in a breathy way. "Wow. Really. Ten minutes? Have you not like, seen this a hundred times?"
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Astrid shot him a dirty look, then threw her nose up in the air in a very lofty manner. "Shut up, it's just that sound. It freaks me out. But the kid who meows is like, creepy awesome." Astrid laid down on her side to watch the movie, but her body was for the most part facing Jack. She propped a pillow under her head and relaxed, following the movie as it started to go from exposition to creeeptaaastic.
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Jack pretty much had the same masculine expression of aloof bemusement throughout the entire film. He was not fun to watch things with because he was not very animated at all, especially because a) he had seen this and b) it was rare he was ever scared by anything on a screen.
Except for some crazy ass porn he'd come across. Some of that shit was just disturbing. He found Astrid's reactions hilarious, though, and didn't miss any opportunities to look over at her and grin, "catching" her insanity.
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Astrid was pretty freaked out. And by the time it got to the part where Sarah Michelle Gellar was washing her hair and - "OH EM EFF GEE! HAND IN HER HAIR! AAAAH, CREEPY! CREEPY!" Astrid reached up and wound up ruffling her own hair, as if to prove that there was no creepy hand in it.
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Jack laughed at her so hard he choked on his water. He was bent over in a crouch, red faced, certain water had come out his nose. One hand clutched the bottle, the other was rubbing at his nostrils as he cracked the hell up.
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Astrid looked over at Jack and grabbed a pillow, whomping him on the back with it. "Meanie! Don't laugh at meeee!" Astrid was blushing crimson from both embarrassment and just being mortified in general. "I will punch you and then be petulant and hurt! Stop laughing!"
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The strike barely phased him -- after all, it helped the coughing -- but then she used the word "petulant" in all seriousness and he fell forward, off the chair, onto his knees, laughing with a tomato-red face.
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Astrid took the opportunity where she saw it, and she slid off the bed and half on top of him, wrapping him in a headlock and giving him a noogie to end all noogies. "Oh my god, you're such a jerk!" She laughed, completely having forgotten about the movie for the moment. Good ole fashioned fun.
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Nooooooooo noogies! He let out a soft 'ack!' and reached around to snatch at her with rough, strong arms. "Stop that!" he cried, laughing, and picked her up upside down but sideways, one arm hooking around her like she was a very cumbersome piece of luggage before he deposited her rather unceremoniously back on his mattress, dropping her face down.
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The surprised squeak that came out of Astrid's mouth when he suddenly picked her up was absolutely hilarious, and every bit as shocked as she was. "No! Jack!" She laughed, squirming and trying really hard not to let him drop her. "No, don - " Astrid shrieked again and was suddenly plopped back onto the mattress face down, laughing hysterically against the covers.
After a moment, she smacked her hands on the bed and got back up on her hands and knees, looking back at him. "That was totally below the belt!"
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"Yeah?" he asked, eyebrows up, and shoved her shoulder from the side with a flat palm. Hard. Enough to make her fall sideways against his pillows and blankets, which smelled like cologne and man-soap and .. well, just plain man.
She wouldn't be hurt -- his fingers had been spread evenly -- but she'd have felt he rush of being propelled backward. As soon as she got up, he did it again. Or would try to.
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Astrid knew that she liked being manhandled to some extent and well... this was starting to push the right buttons. Which would kind of be a problem if she was actively thinking about it. THANKFULLY, the girl was oblivious, and so she tried to get up a few times before she was thrown back down onto the bed with a squeak. She laughed a little, trying to get up, but she just got pushed back down again. "Oh my god, stop it!" She was laughing, though. It was clear that she was having fun.
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Of course she was having fun. EVERYONE liked this game, whether they were two or twenty-two. He laughed, hard, taking his seat again on his chair. "Rae and I used to do this constantly as kids." They still did, sometimes, though mostly when they both had four legs and fur. "I'm done, I swear."
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Astrid crossed her arms over her chest, then remained laying down on the bed, looking up at him. "You better be. Or else the words twat and waffle are about to be used in quick succession and in relation to yoooou." Astrid knew she could get up, but, there was a part of her that kind of like how his bed smelled while she was laying on it. She'd determined this was, after all, an acceptable way to watch the end of the movie.
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Jack slouched and made himself comfortable once again in his computer chair, legs propped up, bottle of water propped in his lap. The movie ended before Rae ever returned. He smirked as the credits rolled over, his head swiveling to check her out. "Still awake over there?"
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Astrid had honestly gotten really comfortable on his bed. And the more she tried to stay awake, Astird had found her eyes getting heavier and heavier. By the time Jack looked over at her, she was curled up on his bed holding his pillow against her chest and was totally knocked out asleep. Then again, Astrid easily got stressed and wore her heart on her sleeve. And after all, it was really exhausting being so damn spaztastic all the time!
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Apparently not. He blinked, not realizing he was grinning, and slowly got himself up out of the chair. He attempted to roll it back over to his desk, but that made noise on the floor, so he opted for picking up the chair, walking the few steps, and setting it down gently.
Then he turned the speakers on his computer off completely, sat down with the hesitation of an old man who didn't trust his hips not to give out, and began to type and click as quietly as possible. He'd be screwing around on his comp when she woke up.
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Astrid was someone who fell into REM sleep pretty quickly. It was normal for her to nap and realize she had had a dream. And given that she'd totally just played into her fears and watched a J-horror, it was no surprise that about forty-five minutes after she crashed, she was having a nightmare. She gave a loud, pathetic, unhappy whimper at some point, growing more restless.
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Jack turned three quarters of the way around in his chair, brow furrowed. "Hey," he called, softly at first, and then, a second time, louder.
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Astrid didn't hear him the first time, but the second time made her jump a little and wake up some. She blinked stupidly, looking around, and it honestly took a second to realize where she was. "Ho shit..."
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He laughed at her, turning all the way around in the chair like a B movie villain. "Nice."
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Astrid's expression went sour in a very sleepy way, and she grumbled some, burying her face in the pillow she held. "You're an ass..." She mumbled. "I was having a nightmare..."
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"How am I an ass?" he asked, incredulous. "I woke you up because you were making noise. Figured it was a bad dream."
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"Yeah, but you could've been nice about it..." Astrid continued to try making a makeshift nest of blankets around her, rubbing her face against the pillow some. "Could've come over here and poked me and that would have been better than you just being loud." Astrid was grumbly and clearly it was related to her nightmare freaking her out, so she didn't really sound upset at him.
She seriously didn't want to get up now, though.
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Jack took her about as seriously as he took most things -- not very. "Yeah well, I could tossed something at ya, too. I didn't. I'm a gentleman." He frowned. "You alright?"
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Astrid sat up some after a moment, sniffing a little and reaching up with one hand to wipe her eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... freaky nightmare." Her hair was disheveled and going a little bit of every way it possibly could, but she ran her hand through her hair to try flattening it some. "Probably shouldn't have fallen asleep during the movie. Sorry..."
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He chuckled softly. "It's alright... figured you were tired."
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Astrid nodded some, still a little out of it, but she managed to get up and off the bed, then shuffled her way over to him. "I should probably actually sleep, huh? And not steal your bed, even though I was totally tempted..." She gave him a little lopsided grin as she yawned again.
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Jack swiveled around to glance at his monitor, then twisted back. "You .. realize it's not quite six yet, right?" His stomach growled; he wanted food.
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Astrid gave him a look of 'What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?' for a second, then grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket, checking the time. And then she turned a brilliant shade of crimson that went from her forehead straight to the collar of her shirt. "Wow... I feel... like a dumbass." She chuckled, rolling her eyes some. "Um... ignore me? Clearly, for I am not of sound mind." Astrid's own stomach hadn't quite caught on to the fact that it was clearly dinner time yet, but it probably would in a minute or two. "I don't have enough caffeine, that's gotta be it." She made her way back to where her coke was sitting on the floor next to the bed, then took a long swig. Energyyyyyyy.
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The way she spoke just made him laugh. 'I will be petulant!' 'For I am not of sound mind.' She was just too hilarious. She wasn't trying to be one of those 'oh, look at me, I purposely act different to be noticed because I'd like to be special' girls, she was just... herself. Herself, and only that, and she seemed to like it. It was attractive.
"When you're thirty, this addiction to junk food and soda is going to hit you hard." Then his face screwed up. "Wait. You live forever right? Sucks. But you can always look hot, with magic."
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Astrid laughed some and reached over to ruffle his hair. "I will be just fine, thank you very much. But, if I ever feel insecure about my immortal body, I'll be sure to seek you down and be all - " She reached up and grabbed her boobs in a clearly mocking way of all the girls around here who were hypersexual, putting on a wispy, high-pitched tone. "'Jaaaack, do you think I should make my tiiits bigger? Or maybe I should make my aaass smaller?'" She could only get about that far before she was laughing again.
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"Wow," he said, eyes dancing, "that was so unbelievably scary."
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Laughing a little more, Astrid polished off her soda. "What part, the part where I was grabbing my boobs or the part where I was sounding like every other chick around here who needs validation through some guy's lustful gaze?" Astrid's stomach suddenly growled and she blinked, looking down at it as if it had bit her.
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Jack laughed again, at 'lustful gaze.' He heard her stomach though, special ears and all. "Oooh. You hungry too?"
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"Yeaaah, my stomach is protesting. Stupid stomach." She looked back up at him, brushing blonde hair out of her eyes. "Feel like anything in particular? Cause I'm starved and eating is always more fun when it's not alone."
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Jack was texting as she spoke, his eyes on his phone as his thumbs flew. "Yeeeah, might as well, Rae just told me they won't be back until like eight or so. Just before curfew." The snort and laugh he gave indicated he found her ridiculous.
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"She's gone? I totally didn't even know. What's she been up to?" Astrid finished her soda and tossed it in a trash bucket. "And I love how you make it sound like eating with me is like, something you coooould do but not something you waaaant to." She was teasing him, and to accent that fact, she grabbed his pillow off the bed and plopped it down on the top of his head, making sure that it practically glommed over his face.
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He batted it away gently with a chuckle. "Nooo, I just meant.. we might as well go right now and not bother waiting for Rae, because she's taking forever to get here." Where'd she go? Ohh... Telling Astrid would probably not be a nice thing to do. It might make her feel bad. "She took some sort of adventure off campus," he replied, standing up and getting into motion. Keys, wallet, ID were snatched in a swooping motion off his bed and desk.
"What you feeling?"
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"Anything not involving our cafeteria food?" Astrid laughed hopefully. "I know, that's totally not helpful. Can we even get off campus?" She actually had no idea if Jack had a vehicle of any kind, which meant that it would have to be cafeteria food if that was the case.
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"Yeah, unless that tiny ass of yours can teleport us off campus, you're shit outta luck, babe."
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"Iiiii totally do not have that skill, but I wish I did!" Astrid shook her head some, then a thoughtful look suddenly crossed her face. "Huh. Y'know, I wonder if I have a spell for that in the Book of Shadows..."
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"Wait, that's real?" he asked, one eyebrow arching as he held the door open for her to exit his room first. "I thought that was just something in The Craft or whatever."
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"It's totally real. It's my family's book of spells going back, like, I dunno, at least five hundred years. I haven't been able to start looking at it yet, and my dad doesn't exactly know that I have it, soooo..." She shrugged and slipped out of his room, waiting for him to lock up before heading down the hallway. "It would take me way too long to figure out what's what in the book anyway. I can't even decipher half of it."
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"Nice. You get Book of Shadows, I get to be a rottweiler. Bitchin.'" He led her down to the cafeteria with a grin.
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"A very awesome rottweiler, I might add." Astrid grinned, and the two of them made their way to food. If Astrid had her way, the conversation was going to be spent talking about movies to watch this week and other things that had nothing to do with importance or school.
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