7 Minutes In Heaven

Jen: "What's so horrible about sex in the end?" I murmured, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "You said that I was "incredibly sexy," and haven't you ever heard of a rebound? I'm okay with being your rebound, Rome."


^she's so messed up

Jonas
"Kind of. It's a long story. So you were there?"

Grace: I nodded and dropped his hand. "I was the girl in the corner, staying as far as possible from that mess." I shrugged. "My parents would have killed me if I came out of the party pregnant."

LOL xD

Rome: "It's not all about that, Jen. Seriously. I don't just have girls for..."
And I stop myself.
"OK, I totally do date girls just to bang them. But with Ally, it was different, and I've never had some girl go lesbian on me. Lesbians are weird. So, I'm a little fucked up right now, I'd like some vodka and a couch and a television and alone time. I'd really love to have sex with you when I get over finding my girlfriend making out with the slut that I hate!" I scream.
It came out weird, but I think I got my point across.

Jen: "Fine," I put on a pouty, puppy dog face, my eyes growing wide. I turned around, sliding my heels back on.

Ally
I wave a hand dismissively towards the lunch room. "No, no. I really do hate that rambunctious crowd..." I turn as the late bell rings, and the students file into the rooms. "And i am /so/ not in the mood for school," i whisper as we go into the office. I sign myself out on the sheet, being eighteen.
"You've got that photo shoot though, right?" I frown slightly. "Not much time then..." I glance over at Bekka quietly. "Do you...?" I left the sentence open, knowing she can fill in the rest.

Jonas
"Ah, okay. So you didn't go for the games, and probably not the lovely company" I said sarcastically "the drinking?"

Grace: "Maybe a little of the drinking." I smiled slightly.

Jonas
"Ah, a kindred spirit." I nodded with a chuckle

Grace: "The president of Garden Club drinks?" I raised any eyebrow, my smile widening.

Jonas
"Ah, so what, plant lovers can't love other things, too?"

Grace: "No, you just don't look like a drinker."

Jonas
"Ah, well, I AM wearing sunglasses" I chuckled, tapping the side of them "Not just a fashion statement, you know"

Grace: "I didn't think of that. You could have been blind, what if you were and I mentioned it? that wouldn't be much of a way to be a friend."

Jonas
"But then I'd have a cane, wouldn't I?" I asked "But no, these are for a totally different reason"

Grace: "You're hungover, didn't we just go over this?"

Jonas
"Yea..." I nodded, taking my sunglasses off to rub my eyes "Sorry, yea, REALLY hungover. Gimmie a second to restart my brain again..." I blinked a few times in the all too bright light, before just putting my glasses back on

Grace: I smirked. "You have nice eyes, though, if they weren't bloodshot and covered with sunglasses. Why'd you drink so much? No filter for when you should stop?" I'd stopped after one drink, that was enough.

Jonas
"More like drinking is a filter for life" I said so softly, I wasn't sure if she had heard me. Then I said a little louder "Oh, thanks. You have nice eyes, too"

Grace: I raised my eyebrows. "Brown? Hardly "nice." And what's this about a filter for life?"

Jonas
"They're a nice brown, like chocolate. And what are you talking about?"

Grace: Chocolate. I'd have to remember that one. "What you just mumbled 'more like a filter for life.' If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. We can discuss macygolds." I smirked.

Jonas
I chuckled "Ah yes, the macygolds, a plant native of... Yukon. First brought here by the early settlers of... some place... and used for their medical and awesomeness qualities"

Grace: "Right...so why aren't you in lunch? I've never heard of a boy being anorexic."

Jonas
"Oh, I'm actually still pretty nausiated from the hangover" I admit