what happens in college

Brea: "Huh...that's not really psychological like usual, that's just...math." Or something.

Adam: "It's still psychological. I'm trying to figure out ranges, so that's still statistics."

Brea: "Hmm." i sat down across from him and shrugged. "Whatever you say."

Adam: "There are a lot of short guys here." I laughed. "You're done, right?"

Brea: "You're not /too/ short, though..." Or not compared to me. "And yeah, I'm done."

Adam: "Awesome. Let's get out of here." Crap. I hadn't thought anything up yet.

(lol Adam)

Brea: "Where are we going?" I asked as we left the restaurant. I'd bet 20 bucks that he hadn't even thought about it yet.

(haha.)

Adam: "Well...will you kill me if I tell you the truth?"

Brea: "The truth is you have no idea, do you?"

Adam: "Well...no, I have no idea."

Brea: I rolled my eyes. "Why am I not surprised?"

Adam: "I couldn't think of anything good enough!"

Brea: "Good enough? It didn't have to be anything special."

Adam: I sighed. "Well...I don't know. Sorry."

Brea: "We should have just stayed at the restaurant, then."

Adam: "Fine. Let's go walk in the park."

Brea: "We did that yesterday."

Adam: "Let's run in the park, then."

(oh adam...)

Brea: "Um, I can't." I hoped he wouldn't ask why. I had a wrap on my ankle, one of those tan ones, now. He wouldn't be able to tell unless he looked, though.

Adam: I frowned. "Why? Is something wrong?"

Brea: "Um...well...yeah. I kinda-sorta sprained my ankle."

Adam: "What? When? Yesterday? Brea! You should have told me!"

Brea: I shrunk away a little. "Sorry. It's not a big deal!"

Adam: I frowned. "Yes, it is, because it was my fault!"

Brea: "No it wasn't, I shouldn't have jumped."