are you bored yet?

Palmer sat with her chin in her hand, a yawn escaping her lips. Her eyes were met with another pair. “What hurts worse?” She started, sitting up and crossing her legs. “Emotional pain or physical pain?” The dark haired girl already knew her answer. There wasn’t anything that could beat the pain she felt when she broke her ankle in high school. A jump up to reach the volleyball and a loss of balance when her feet hit the ground once more. An ankle roll that caused a bone to pop out. Palmer didn’t let herself feel emotional pain for long. Emotional pain only ever held her back. // @rosasamuels​

“Everything about this screams a recipe for disaster.” She held her flashlight, shining it as far as it could go to see what she would be getting herself into. They stood at the entrance of the underground tunnels of Radcliffe. They weren’t even supposed to be there, but curiosity killed the cat.  Palmer’s head turned to face the other behind her. “Should I go first?” She asked. There was no fear, however she wasn’t sure how sturdy the ceiling and walls of the tunnel were. The girl did not want them to fall and end up having to run full speed for the exit, like a scene from Indian Jones. // @fialovas​

Palmer shook her head at the other. “You haven’t eaten?” She questioned as she stood, ready to make the trip up the stairs. “Well, we’re going to an all you can eat buffet then.” Palmer let out a laugh, her arm slipping around her roommates waist. “Besides, we need a a lot of time to gossip.” A smirk pulled at the corner of her lip. The girl started her way to the stairs, making her way to their room. 

palmer: can't i just text a friend?

palmer: not telling you!

palmer: a bit fckin rude

palmer: not for me...

Palmer didn’t expect the other to snap at her, her arm forced back into it’s resting place. The motion was enough to sober her, only a bit. She didn’t want to say anything more. Her smile turned into a straight line. Palmer knew that she may have gone overboard. She wasn’t one that normally drank so much, but Palmer had finished a big test earlier and wanted to reward herself for her hard work. She had no intention of running into Jude, or even talk to him, but in her state, she barely had control over what she did. “That was rude.” She let out, her dark hues focused on the ground as he pulled out his phone. “I don’t need an Uber.” The girl let out. Palmer was becoming stubborn and didn’t want his help, all because he hurt her feelings a little bit. “I can walk.” She started, her eyes finally meeting his again. “I’ll assure you that I won’t piss on anyone on my way.” Her tone implied her annoyance. A hand ran through the strands of her dark hair before she started to take a few steps, slowly to test the waters. It was never her intention to upset him, however it seemed that that was exactly what she did. Palmer didn’t want to cause anymore trouble, so she figured it was best to leave the situation without his help. Her steps were unbalanced, but she was determined to get home by herself. “Let’s hope someone doesn’t try to kidnap me.” She let out, her head turned over her shoulder. Palmer stopped and turned on her heels, her hands raised slightly. “See I can do it.”

Palmer looked up at Sage before she took his offered hand. “Yep!” Came our as she stood from the chair, eager to find out what was in store. “And just where are we going?” Her eyes looked up at Sage through her eyelashes. Palmer didn’t mind the lingering hand hold, she had barely even noticed it. She strolled down the stairs along side of him, her shoes echoing throughout and her hair bouncing with each step. Her head turned to listen to the question he had. She was thinking that he’d drive in and start with the deep stuff, but that’s not what he did at all. “Don’t worry. The library is my least favorite place.” Palmer let out with a laugh. “I’d say the lake.” The brunette nodded as she answered. “Starting with the easy ones I see.” Palmer raised her perfectly chiseled eyebrows. “I hope they get better.”

Palmer leaned back against the back of the loveseat. “No, I normally don’t sleep very well.” The girl reassured. “Don’t worry.” A small smile appeared on her lips. She had assumed that the room would be tolerable now. “Wanna head back up, so I can drop my books off? We can get lunch or something.” The brunette sat up, pulling her books to her chest.

Palmer was making her way back to their dorm when she spotted her roommate in the common area. The brunette was previously at the library to tutor a few students in their biology classes. Palmer plopped down beside the other as she let out a loud huff, causing her hair to spring upward. “I’m beat.” She let out, her books placed on her thighs. “Room still smell like paint?” The girl smirked at the Mira. Palmer knew she had been up all night working on some piece because she was also up, however she just wasn’t able to sleep. 

Palmer let out a laugh. “You aren’t missing much with Friend’s.” She shrugged. Nineties sitcoms weren’t her thing. She normally watched movies and shows that weren’t as known, however she did occasionally delve into a popular show or movie. “Doesn’t seem like much of a god to you if you don’t even remember the movie of his you saw.” She leaned her weight onto on of her legs, as she let out a stifled laugh. “My favorite would have to be What Happened to Monday.” She held the book tight to her chest, as she was eager to get back to the table to begin her research. “It’s about a set of septuplets in a world were there’s only one child per household allowed. I doubt you’d like it because it’s nothing like an Adam Sandler movie.” 

She would be lying if said she had any clue about what was happening around her. Palmer may have had one too many for someone that had travelled to the bar alone. The brunette knew that she would be grateful in the morning for running into someone she knew, that being said if Jude didn’t decide to strand her.  “At least Jacob wasn’t confusing.” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes still locked on the other’s. Of course, she had to get a jab in while she was under the influence. After she had noticed her pinky had swiped his temple, her mouth opened in awe. Palmer’s hands flew to the sides of his face, like a mother would if she were caring for a her child. “I’m so sorry!” She let out, turning his head in her hands to get a better look. Though, she jerked his head more than turned it like it was a bobble head and not a human head. Palmer jerked his head back to place as she listened to him speak. His words were falling together as she stared at him, her expression was blank, but anyone could tell if was more of a longing than a stare. Jude was starting to sound like a parent in Charlie Brown, gibberish. Maybe it was the small pill she had taken before she started drinking, or maybe she was in a trance. Palmer liked him and there was no denying it, though her sober self knew as soon as the chase was over, she’d be over him. Drunk Palmer? She didn’t care. “You’re..... pretty.” She let out, her words slurred and slow. She examined his facial features, a smile upon her lips as she did. However, the longer she stared the more distorted he got, resulting in a disgusted expression. Her hands fell by her side, finally getting pulled from her trace. “I am fine.” She said sternly, swaying slightly because she hardly had any balance. “I may or may not have had a teensy weensy too much.” Her eyes squinted as her index finger and thumb showing a tiny bit of space between them, a giggle passing through her lips.

She had one too many drinks in the bar, stumbling every step she took. Palmer’s hand placed against her head, pushing her hair up slightly thinking it would make it look better, but in reality it looked like she had just woke from a long slumber. The girl’s hand flew into the air, waving bye to the bartenders as she passed. “See you soon!” Her words slurred. Palmer pushed open the door with as much force as she had, the door swinging open and slamming against the wall behind it. The cool air hit her hot face as she stepped out with a giggle, almost tripping over the bottom frame. She had only picked up on the last bit of the conversation when she found herself because Jude. Palmer was digging in her bag for a cigarette, not having any luck. “I’d say fuck it!” She let out a huge grin upon her smeared lipstick lips. Her arm reached out for the third party, while her free hand fell on Jude’s shoulder. “We all know love sucks...just, fuck it.” Palmer threw her hand in the air as she giggled. “Go have fun, forget about the girl!” Her dark hues met Jude’s, still wearing a grin. “Let’s hear your advice,” it came as her eyebrows raised. “C’mon now.” 

“I think I am going to have to put his or her enclosure in a big rubbermaid tote to sneak it in.” Palmer imagined herself walking into Noland with a large rubbermaid and being the only one that knew what was really inside. She couldn’t help but to laugh slightly. “Then during room checks, I’ll have to put it back in and slide it under my bed.” Palmer scanned the shelf for a book that the other may enjoy. Though, she wasn’t big on books herself, she had read a few that she couldn’t put down. She had only read about animals when she wanted to own one. “Hm.” She let out, her eyes meeting Jen’s again. “Maybe something fluffy?” Palmer reached up, standing on her tip toes and pulled down a book. “Pandas?”