sink or swim.

Track 2 | adam & paisley

Her eyes widened at the energy of his voice, smile still on her face as she gave a small giggle to herself. Raising both hands, she bit her lip once more, nodding sincerely. Paisley’s hands still remained in the pockets of her jeans as she entered the room, taking in all of the ‘manly’ smells. “Thanks.”

The door shuts behind him, leaving the two awkwardly in the room. By themselves. While he’s shirtless. As if suddenly remembering, he makes a grab for the nearest shirt, pulling it over his head quickly and trying not to look as disheveled as he felt. “So, uh...what brings you by?” Not that he was complaining.

“Nah, it’s a lot of math and music and reading. Stuff I can do, it’ll just take a while.”

“You look exhausted, Rowan...that sounds like a lot.”

Track 2 | adam & paisley

Paisley’s eyebrows knitted together when the door swung open, wind moving her hair slightly. She grinned, taking in his appearance and the smile on his face that now brought butterflies to her stomach. With the raise of an eyebrow, she tilted her head to the side. “Did I catch you at a bad time? I can come back later.”

“No!” Realizing he sounded too eager, Adam blushed, and forced himself to calm down. “I mean...no, no, you’re fine. I was just...yeah.” He waved behind him, running the hand through his hair. “Want to, uh...come in?”

Rowan adjusted her backpack strap, “I wish there was honestly.”

“Come on, there’s got to be somethin’.”

Adam had been sleeping. It was typical for the boy to fit a nap in after classes, considering hockey dictated almost every other second of his life, and that was what he was in the middle of doing when a sharp knock on his door managed to rouse him from his half asleep state. Dazed and confused, he managed to roll himself out of bed, thinking it must’ve been Augustus, and the thought made his stomach roil. Pissing off his roommate had never been the plan, and Adam felt awful--it put a spring in his step to get to the door faster, pulling it open in a rush...and widening his eyes when Paisley proved to be on the other side. Of the door. Where he stood, shirtless. And half awake. “Oh, uh...hey, Paisley.” He greeted, unable to keep the smile from his face.

Rowan nodded, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for caring though.”

“Of course. Is there anythin’ I can do to help?”

“Of course it’s not healthy. I just have things that need to get done.”

“Well, that’s understandable, miss, but I don’t want you gettin’ sick or hurt. I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“I’m good, great actually. Sleep is for the weak. I’ll sleep when it’s the weekend or something.” She shrugged his offer off.

“You sure that’s healthy?” He asked, concerned.

Rowan walked into the room with bags under her eyes, but still energized. “I haven’t slept in two days, I’ve gone through an entire box of caffeine pills, and had a pot of coffee. I feel great. I’m so productive, and I still have so much more to get done." 

“Don’t you think you should get some sleep first though, Rowan? You look exhausted.” Adam offered softly, frowning.