life is not a love song that we like

[skepticgirl_1]

The end of the school year was approaching and with it, finals. I had been elbow deep in books all hours of the day and night, finishing up last minute projects and trying to cram for what, ultimately, didn't matter at all. This wasn't my real school. This wasn't a real diploma. But if I wanted to make it in Darrow, I supposed that I had to follow Darrow's rules.

All that being said, I was in desperate need of a break. So I texted Steve that he should come over "immediately" and sprawled myself over my bed to wait. I probably looked a complete and utter mess with my hair in a sloppy bun, dressed in baggy sweats, but I figured it was Steve. If anything, seeing me at my worst might help -- by which I meant hinder -- his crush.

My heart clenched painfully in my chest at the thought. I felt so bad about not being able to return Steve's feelings. Not right now, anyway. It wasn't fair to ask him to wait indefinitely though, so I had to do my best to be his friend and not anything more.

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[prettydamngood]

And he does come immediately. He's still in the jeans he was wearing for work, though he manages to throw on a clean t-shirt. He's picked up some soda,some snacks that he knows Lois likes.

When she opens the door, he smirks.

"That bad, huh?"