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houseofcards_rp2013-02-07 01:32 pm
bluntforces) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-02-07 01:32 pm
[ota] doesn't matter how you throw me
It's hard being a young person.
At this point, Evan isn't exactly a young person. Not an old person, but finally safely removed from the this way and that way of being a teenaged and recently-teenaged young person. Lots of things are settling into place. Since getting back to Montréal, even, he's even getting his head properly around what his life might look like when he moves back home.
But the Deck is (par for the course these days) not doing well. There's no telling what travel back and forth is going to be like, not really. There's no telling what his mother will say has popped up in the backyard. There's no telling how Elani's going to sound on the phone when he calls.
There's no telling when a giant bouquet of orange lilies and jonquil and white clover is going to show up in the middle of your Intermediate Managerial Accounting and remind you that it's almost Valentine's Day on top of the fact your home is falling to pieces while you're not there and you can't tell anyone about it.
So Evan McCartney? Is playing phone roulette. Not looking at names and numbers so much as hitting at random to make sure that the general population hasn't completely vanished into thin air.
At this point, Evan isn't exactly a young person. Not an old person, but finally safely removed from the this way and that way of being a teenaged and recently-teenaged young person. Lots of things are settling into place. Since getting back to Montréal, even, he's even getting his head properly around what his life might look like when he moves back home.
But the Deck is (par for the course these days) not doing well. There's no telling what travel back and forth is going to be like, not really. There's no telling what his mother will say has popped up in the backyard. There's no telling how Elani's going to sound on the phone when he calls.
There's no telling when a giant bouquet of orange lilies and jonquil and white clover is going to show up in the middle of your Intermediate Managerial Accounting and remind you that it's almost Valentine's Day on top of the fact your home is falling to pieces while you're not there and you can't tell anyone about it.
So Evan McCartney? Is playing phone roulette. Not looking at names and numbers so much as hitting at random to make sure that the general population hasn't completely vanished into thin air.
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"How are things for you?" She asked after a moment, not really feeling up to questions about how things were on Deck at the moment.
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His sigh is brief and slight. "Weird time of year. Classes are gettin' mostly easier, but-- Singles Awareness Day is apparently a way bigger thing in higher ed than I'da thought. What if I don't get as many candy hearts as everyone else, Leona? How'll I cope?"
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What's not fair in it all, of course, is that this? Is so easy. Makes him so happy. Doesn't get things all dicked up. Why can't he do this with the girls he's actually fallen in love with.
"Ain't got a thing in the world to be jealous about."
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Not that she was about to break into song about it. Please. She was not actually related to any one in that musical inspired family, and did not believe that breaking into song was, precisely, normal.
"Oh, sugar. Don't sell yourself short. That's just the Winter Blues talkin'. We can find something to cheer you up, I'm sure."
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But he's a good boy and goes for the calm little laugh instead. "What, will you be my Valentine?"