A huge cup of coffee, hermaphrodites and facebook

[FREYA GRACE ACTON]

*I'll watch the night turn light-blue

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Pour me a heavy dose of
A T M O S P H E R E*

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A slender hand raised to cover her mouth, and hide the yawn forcing its way out as Freya stepped out of the bitter cold and into the University Library, carrying a travel mug she had gotten from her brother as a Christmas present that year, so big it was about the same size as her head! She’s just got back from her Christmas holiday back home to the UK a few days ago and her body clock still hadn’t re-adjusted yet; which was why she was here at the library at this ungodly hour. And no, she didn’t want to be here, working, instead of at home, in her jammies, in her bed, sleeping. But she had put this essay off long enough and it was now due in next week so she really should start it. Smiling a silent greeting to the librarian, Freya shuffled her way to the stairs make it to her favourite section to work, in the corner on the top floor. Not at lot of people used the top floor so she was less likely to be disturbed by conversations and mobile phones.

Reaching her desk, the blonde dropped her bag next to the computer, collapsed into the hard, ridged chair and logged onto the machine ready to do a computer search for any books she may need... But first....

Facebook. What? She had to check and see if her brother had put the pictures up yet- he was so slow at these things. Ooo he had. Smiling to herself, Freya clicked through the photographs of her family. She did miss them. As much as so loved living in Capeside, and adored the independence it gave her, it really did get lonely sometimes, sure they called each other a lot but it wasn’t the same, especially when she’s just come back from visiting. Suddenly a picture of her, Simon, and Si’s new girlfriend; Michelle, came up on the screen. Michelle had come over for a few days over new years and Freya did not approve. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the girl, she just... grated. She didn’t suit him, he could do better.

Not wanting to look at anymore (Michelle had pretty much hogged the camera those few days and Freya had no desire to look through all the pictures she had taken of herself) she opened up the library software scribbling down in her notebook a long list of books that may (or very well may not ) help with the genetics essay. It was actually an interesting topic she had chosen, hermaphrodites, and she was looking forward to reading up on case studies and the like.

An hour or two later and Freya wanted to die. So many of the text books she had selected had proved to be useless from what she could see (she hated it when that happened) and she had totally hit the wall. Stupid jetlag! Rubbing her palms into her eyes, Freya yawned again before reaching over for her huuuge cup, “nooo!” she moaned quietly- although there were few people in the library (and even fewer on this floor) it wasn’t empty- as nothing reached her lips. She’d drank it all. That sucked, she needed that caffeine to live. Freya sighed pouting at her cup, before her gaze strayed to the textbooks surrounding her, then to Fixing Sex open in front of her, this one was actually useful (and no matter how mature she pretended to be, the title tickled her).

It was gonna be a long day.

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NOTES;; So yeah, can you tell I’ve spent all week doing essays =P (not on hermaphrodites though =( )
WORDS;; 593
CLOTHES;; clothing
TAG;; Totally, and utterly open for anyone at all in the world- especially you, yes you =)
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 310px;height:40px;font-family:georgia;font-size:30px; letter-spacing: -5px;line-height:120%;text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px;color:CC9900; margin-top:-15px;]prince charming wasn't a stalker [/style] [style=float:left; width:300px; height:300px; margin-top:-12px;] He wasn’t stalking her. No no no. Just because he had talked to her once by chance online and found out where she went to school, and now he had spent the last few days loitering around campus did not mean he was stalking her. Really. Stalking was such a harsh word anyway. It made Patch feel like some sort of creeper. Which he wasn’t you know? He just.. Believed in making his own fate. Yeah. That was all he was doing.. Just. Making his own fate. There was no harm in that right? I mean, no one had called Prince Charming a stalker because he tracked down a girl by her shoes. Not that he was saying he was prince charming or anything. He was just saying.. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing okay? So don’t even start to think that he was that weird creeper guy everyone tried to avoid. Actually, today, he wasn’t even stalking. He really did need a book from the college library. Seeing as Capeside was so small, the high school didn’t have the greatest library. Which meant teachers often sent students to the University campus to get books on certain subjects. Which was why he was standing outside the sort of intimidating building. He had come to find books for his modern history essay and that was all. He wasn’t secretly hoping to run into Freya on campus. No way. Why would he hope a silly thing like that? It wasn’t like he had any idea about where she was likely to be. But say he was curious.. The library was a good communal place wasn’t it? I mean, after the places he had already tried (the rec centre for one) it was a pretty logical place. And this time he actually had a reason to be there and he didn’t have to make one up on the spot if anyone asked. Running a hand through his blonde Bieber fringe, Patch entered the building. Doing his best to look casual, like he belonged. Both things were probably the opposite of the truth. After trying to catch his bearings, he headed for the open elevator and selected a random floor. He honestly had no idea where he needed to be for history books, but he wasn’t sure he cared. Getting out from the lift, he glanced around. Eyes straining for a site of the girl he remembered from the display picture. Spying a mop of curly blonde hair, the boy couldn’t help but grin. Was she her? There was only one way to tell. Pulling a random book from a shelf, Patch sauntered over to Freya. Doing his best to look cool. “Did you drop this?” He asked, holding out the book. Cheesy grin on his face. [/style]

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[FREYA GRACE ACTON]

*I'll watch the night turn light-blue

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But it's not the same without you~[/font]
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Pour me a heavy dose of
A T M O S P H E R E*

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Okay so if she was honest with herself Freya has sort of given up any hope of starting her essay today- of course she wasn’t being honest with herself which was why she was still sitting in the library doodling love hearts and flowers on the pad of paper in front of her hoping for inspiration to just hit her, instead of going hope and getting some rest. No, if she stayed her she could trick herself into thinking that she had spent the day working and not filling the page with stick men and little pictures of kittens. She just was not in the right frame of mind to work right now, any little thing distracted her, and anything she read she just wasn’t taking in right now.

Yawning she reached for her empty cup- forgetting it’s emptiness for a moment and was once again disappointed at the lack of caffeine, her gaze straying to the several open textbooks surrounding her, a sigh escaping her lips. If you were to ask her anything about what was on any of the open pages, or the one that was right in front of her- the first paragraph she had read now four times, she wouldn’t be able to tell you. The blonde groaned and stretched her arms up over her head, her body lengthening as he muscles pulled delightfully- yeah she really needed that. Now if she could just think of something to do that was like working.... but wasn’t actually working that would be awesome.

Right one more time, she would give this passage one more try and if it didn’t go in then she was going to take that as a sign the she just wasn’t meant to start her essay today and go off in search of an adventure somewhere. Yeah, sounded like a good plan. She got to the end of the first sentence when an unfamiliar voice startled her, the shock literally causing her to jump up slightly , her hand clutching over her racing heart as blue eye locked on the boy. She’d seen him before! “You scared me,” she told him, not hearing what he had asked her, as she tried to calm herself down a little. It wasn’t that it was a particularly terrifying experience, but she just hadn’t expected some young lad (or anyone to be fair) to come walking over to her holding out a book. The book! Her gaze strayed down to the offered item and reading it’s title to be something about fine art, “no, it’s not one of mine,” she told him, “thanks though.” Looking back at his face her brow furrowed ever so slightly. He seemed vaguely familiar, but where did she know him from? It was right on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach.

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NOTES;; Sorry for delay, mwah!
WORDS;; 471
CLOTHES;; clothing
TAG;; Patch Pattison
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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