❛   what do you mean  ,  a groundhog predicts the weather  ?   ❜   sure  ,  he’s not been in america for that long  ,  but he didn’t think he still had THAT much to learn about the country  .  he doesn’t like to judge  ,  but if people really do let a rodent decide if it’s going to be warm sooner  ,  mihail has some questions  .   ❛   how do they know it even saw its shadow  ?   ❜     //     @brcinstcrm​

for someone as smart as benji was, he could be a tad dense. maybe it was the odd nature of the relationship, they were in some sort of inbetween that either have yet to defined (and wyatt was okay with it), but benji was not reading the room. “no. i was thinking we could go somewhere more private,” she told him, wondering if she was going to have to spell it out for him. “is that okay with you?”

    “PLEASE ─ I’VE ABANDONED that New Year’s resolution. Apparently being nice to people gives them a reason to be shitty to you. Who would’ve thought?” She feigned shock as she approached the boy. Of course, there was a story behind that but she wasn’t exactly sure if it was something to be whispered about between the bookshelves. “Oh we BOTH know I could kick your ass,” she chuckled back. “How much do you even bench? Two pencils?”

“So this is what you’ve resorted to? Disrupting a decades old system for your own personal pleasure?” Alec jabbed at his friend with another low laugh. But he knew better than to argue with Benji over issues of academia. Though Alec knew that he was smart, there was a brain and there was a brawn in their friendship. “Well if people have an easier time finding what they needed than I guess you are.”

         shoulders   hunch   into   a   heap   on   his   back   ,   but   he   drops   them   quickly   with   no   explanation   to   the   library’s   unsolved   mysteries   .   there’s   a   beat   of   quietness   between   them   which   allows   them   time   to   sing   their   silent   praises   to   meredith   .   "   guess   you’ll   have   to   practice   your   lying   ,   ”   campbell   tells   benji   .   “   we   can   —   help   each   other   practice   if   you   like   .   ”   camp   puts   the   book   back   between   two   others   .   “   it   goes   here   ,   ”   he   says   ,   beginning   the   practicing   of    lies   .   “   it   goes   here   .   if   it   doesn’t   ,   it’s   not   my   fault   .   it   was   there   ,   when   i   got   here   .   i’m   just   putting   it   back   where   i   pulled   it   out   from   a   second   ago   .   .   .   ”   he’s   smiling   ,   feeling   a   tad   of   heat   rise   in   his   neck   in   discomfort   ,   for   letting   his   weird   out   too   soon   ,   but   he   guessed   it   meant   he   felt     comfortable   around   benji   .   he   tried   ,   verbally   ,   to   recover   nonetheless   :   “   no   habla   español   ,   ”   finished   the   frenchman   .

this whole situation felt surreal. she’d been trying to focus on her work, her blueprint she’s perfecting. but she couldn’t help but sneak a glance every so often, each stare lingering a little longer than the last. eventually he caught it, as it was bound to happen. and she smiled a small smile. “you wanna take a break?” she asked. something very un-wyatt like, indeed. she began to put her things away.  “we should take a break.”

“i can’t say i have a strong opinion of him either way, but if you hate him, i hate him,” she tells him, with a small smile. she isn’t sure what benji’s major is exactly, but she thinks it’s something to do with medicine. and she wants to ask him questions, but she’s afraid what’s going to happen when she tells him her news. “it’s tuesday, bud,” she says, with a nod of her head. her hands are shoved into her pocket, and she rocks back and forth on her heels. “i’m– i have something to tell you, but i need you to promise me you won’t freak out.”

      taking   a   step   forward   ,   the   boy   delicately   lifts   the   book   from   benji   .   “   nah   ,   no   judgement   .   i   could   be   doing   it   completely   wrong   anyway   .   —   but   i   pretend   i   know   what   i’m   doing   ,   so   no   librarian’s   ever   reprimanded   me   .   —   except   for   snoring   loudly   at   my   table   once   and   disrupting   the   peace   .   ”

“just you what?” she had been distracted, so she hadn’t exactly followed the whole conversation for more than a couple seconds. “hating decimals?” she shrugged. “i don’t know. i don’t mind them much. numbers are… safe. science is safe. there’s always facts, you know? it’s the same with math. and decimals. there’s very little room to wonder. i kinda like that.”

      the  girl’s  never  hung  out  with  benji  unless  bash  was  around  ,  so  this  was  new  ,  but  she  was  enjoying  his  chaotic  company  so  far  ,  could  see  why  bash  kept  the  kid  around  .  “  so  did  you  get  that  book  all  by  yourself  ?  —  did  you  even  read  it  ?  ”

               benji had a really wicked studying face , constantly going over his notes and the notes that he had probably already memorized.  he had perfected the act of rigor mortis , as weird as it sounds.  he had agreed to study with wyatt because that’s what he tended to do more regularly than not.  he was lucky they were at least nerds and happened to study more than others.  “ you know i can’t concentrate if you keep staring at me , “ lips curl into a smile before returning to his notes. 

it wasn’t often that charlie visited the library, what with his classes all being physical, but he’d recently adopted a keen interest with nasa and their previous flights, so… well, that’s why he was keeping to himself, peering down the different aisles, until he was fortunate enough to cross paths with – whoever this guy was. 

smirking, entertained, charles pressed a finger to the top of a book in front of him, pulling out just the corner as he stopped beside the stranger. “you alright there, mate?” he queried, clearly amused.

“I think most of the world,” Alec countered back at his friend with a chuckle. Since he wasn’t a rule-breaker like Benji, he put his book on military history back into its proper space as dictated by the good old dewey decimal system. He didn’t want the wrath of the librarian to fall down upon him. “You know you’re not making finding books in this place any easier?” 

the  library  -  it’s  not  a  bad  place,  but  definitely  not  one  maddox  frequents.  mostly,  because  he  hates  the  decimal  system  as  much  as  the  next  person.  and  really,  apparently  not  as  much  as  benji.  and  eyebrow  raises  as  she  leans  against  the  end  of  the  bookshelf,  slight  amusement  on  his  face  as  the  other  seemingly  struggled  ;  if  it  was  an  actual  struggle,  he’d  help,  but  for  now?  he’d  mess  with  the  guy.  “mevil  dewey.  a  real  asshole,  if  you  ask  me.”  a  shrug.  “think  you  could  make  a  time  machine  and  go  back  to  stop  him  from  doing  it?”

    “REALLY?” SHE DEADPANNED. Katerina had found herself roaming the aisles of the library aimlessly while she was on her break, the last thing she planned on seeing was Benji in a fight with a bookshelf ─ and the bookshelf was winning. “I’ve been watching you struggle for the last five minutes. Tell me, what is it like having twigs for a r m s?”

“melvin dewey?” rory suggested. “although admittedly i don’t know why he decided to organize his library this way. but it’s really not that bad. you just have to remember the ten main groups, and then you know which section of the library to go to. i’m looking for baudelaire, which would fall under literature, and that’s in the 800s. french literature is the 840s, and french poetry is 841. but even if i just knew to look in the 800s, i would have to look through one tenth of the library instead of the whole thing.” it suddenly occurred to rory that the boy was asking a rhetorical question, and her long winded response could be unclear even to someone who actually wanted an answer. being a teacher was still totally foreign to her. “what book did you read?”