what happens in college

Brea: "Not here."

Adam: "I know," I said, letting the puppy run around. "But if not here, then where? Again, I'm hesitant to go to the park and throw stuff..."

Brea: I bit my lip. "Fine, I guess we can stay here."

Adam: "Well, there's not a lot to do here."

Brea: "First you wanted us to go here, now you don't." I rolled my eyes.

Adam: "I wanted to put the doggy back..."

Brea: "No, I meant in general. Like, before we broke up you were all "let's go to my house." then "let's go to my house and have ice cream."

Adam: "Oh," I said. "Hm. I have no idea what I was thinking. I don't think sometimes."

Brea: I rolled my eyes. "More like most times."

Adam: I laughed. "Sorry. I'm trying to think, okay? Thinking is just kinda hard."

Brea: "Maybe it's because you're blonde...."

(you did say he was blonde, right? O.O Not trying to powerplay if not)

(he is. yuppers.)

Adam: I groaned. "Now is not the time to tell blonde jokes."

Brea: "Why is it not a time for that?"

Adam: I sighed. "It's just...not." I didn't mention Eric liked to crack those at me. He acted blonder than I did most of the time anyway. It was just weird to hear it from her and not him.

(lol)

Brea: "Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

Adam: I sighed. "Anyway, we should get out of here. Wouldn't want to run into any trouble. Namely Eric."

Brea: "Because of the dog?"

Adam: "Uh...no. Just don't want to talk to Eric right now."

Brea: "I /never/ want to talk to Eric," I mumbled as we left.

Adam: "That's why I think we should get out of here," I said. "Alright. We've been to the pet store. Where shall we go next?"

(I'm braindead. -thinks of something for Brea to say-)

(I'm bad at date ideas D:)

(rawr, me too. mostly because we've used a lot of them on Brokota)

(I knowwwwwww. Brokota ftw.)
(they could play a videogame that Brea actually likes? )

(does she not like videgames? >_> I must have said that at some point. But she probably doesn't.)