Room 238, Tuesday morning

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Aeryn kind of wants classes done with. Because at the moment she really doesn't want to get out of bed and dammit, things are going well. Whatever happens to ruin it- because there's always something- will probably be bad, but for once she actually thinks that'll be okay. Either way, she's going with it for now.

She picks her head up and engages in a mental debate. Option #1: Get up, go back to her own room, shower, change, go to class. Option #2: Sleep in a little, shower here, get clothes from the locker, go to class. She decides Option #2 wins out, and lays back down, curling in closer to John again.

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John feels the movement and opens one eye.

"You should skip class and sleep all day," he mumbles, turning so he can rest his forehead against hers.

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"It's too close to the end to start skipping class now," she murmurs back, not opening her eyes. And offers, "I could always come back."

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"You should," he replies quietly. "I want you to."

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"Good," she says, pulling herself just a little closer. "I want to."

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"I don't have Skeeter's class till later," he tells her. "Can sleep for awhile, if we want when you come back."

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After a class, she'll probably be awake. Doesn't matter. "Okay," she says. "Getting turned into anything today?"

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"Dunno," he mumbles. "Maybe she'll like me after our fun time doing radio together on Saturday. Or maybe she'll get zap me as soon as I walk into the room."

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"As long as she turns you back," she says quietly, finally opening her eyes. "I like you like this."

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He smiles sleepily and asks, "Like what?"

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"Just... this," she says, and kisses him softly. "I like this."

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"Hm." He kisses her back and slides a hand around her. "I'm glad. I'm happy like this."

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She rests her forehead against his again. "So am I."

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"Good." He pulls her tighter against him. "Hey, you're cute too, you know."

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"You're never going to forget I said that, are you?"

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"Nuh uh," he says, smiling again. "But, I won't tell anyone else you think that. Mess up your tough girl image."

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"I appreciate it," says the prom pincess. And wraps an arm tighter around him.

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"Yay." He cuddles in closer, tangling his legs with hers and pulling the blanket up higher. "See, we're good at sharing."

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"We manage." She smiles, because there are not words for how much she just likes being here like this, and decides, "I can stand to be a little late."

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"Yay." He kisses her lightly and strokes her back. "Love you."

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"Love you, too," she says, kissing him back. And for some reason, adds, "So much."

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He just grins against her lips. There's not much else he can do right now.

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One more light kiss, and she smiles, resting her head against his and closing her eyes again.