Cora Hale is a walking contradiction (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} soderekssister) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2014-11-20 19:03:00 |
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What: Joint Birthday dinner. Much needed talking though who knows how that will go
When: 20 November 2014, evening
Where: Derek's place
Warnings: TBD
Status: Thread | Incomplete
Cora felt like crap. The past two nights had been even less sleep than usual and night sweats. Gross. But she figured it was just because she was stressed, it was the end of the semester and she was making sure Lydia was okay. Even so, she was good at hiding it. It was exhaustion, a cold if anything as it was that time of year. Avoiding the network for over a week and not having her phone since it broke had at least helped some in regards to staying focused on things that actually mattered.
But now it was two days before her birthday and she had just barely remembered that she and Derek had a standing joint birthday dinner planned. God, where was her head? Oh right. Worrying about everything on top of school. Fuck Orange County. Any day it could stop with this nonsense. She just wanted to get through the quarter and as much as she hated that she wouldn't be able to do another trip until after spring quarter because of timing, Cora was aware that she needed a break. Badly.
After showering and making sure she didn't look like how she felt, Cora took some ibuprofen, nearly choked on it in the process because why not have her body hate her, and then went to Derek's. She had his gift with her and all she could do was pray that this dinner didn't go horribly. She just wasn't holding her breath at that point. Though maybe it would be fine since he clearly didn't mind lying to her. And well, she really didn't want to realize that she was right in her worries this close to her birthday. Really. That would just suck. Whatever the case though, once she was at the door, she knocked and then waited.