Thread: Baja and Gabe
Who: Baja and Gabe When: March 5th, Dinner time onward Where: Wherever! Most likely Baja's room and other Zener places. What: Cheering up. Hanging out. Mush. The usual ;)
Baja was mad. She had been mad for like a day and a half straight. It was certainly starting to annoy people by this point, but she couldn't help it. Maybe it was that time, which made sense. There was really no reason for all these things to bother her more than normal. Yet they did. Grumpy didn't even begin to touch her mood throughout the day, classes passing by in a blur since she said virtually nothing to anyone. To people who knew her, or were used to her, this was like the Twilight Zone. Seeing certain comments on her journal from the day before had been like the straw that broke the camel's back. Mixed with everything else she had going on it equaled a very stressed and irritable telepath. Which meant more headaches.
That night she'd decided to hole herself up in her room. She knew she had made plans to hang out with Gabe, and it killed her to cancel them. Yet she didn't want to take this mood out on anyone who didn't deserve it. And Baja knew herself. Once her classes had ended, she'd sent him a text saying she didn't feel well. The truth, with areas of grey. Heading to her room in a raincloud huff, she'd quickly changed out of her clothes and into comfortable ones. Exchanging her jeans for a pair of shorts and her sweater for a pink/orange tie dyed tank top, she pulled on a pair of socks that went up to her knees for more warmth. Curling up in her bed, she'd turned on the TV and proceeded to wallow. An old movie was on, something she'd wanted to cheer her up, but it wasn't working. After awhile, she thought maybe ice cream would help, but quickly realized she wasn't in the mood to face anyone to get it. "Damn," she muttered.