Brandon Richmond

the question itself seem absurd to her, she’d danced with thirty year olds, competed, partied, hung out with, it was all apart of her old life. shaking the thought out of her head, smiling at him, “if he looked like you, maybe” she prompted with a smirk, as she led the way to a small pub. “I hope you’re good at billiards, otherwise i will be taking you home tonight” she winked, leading him inside. 

“What if he looked just like me, but wasn’t thirty-five?” He asked. After what she had said, he prayed it wasn’t too noticeable that it had made him somewhat nervous. “I’m not terrible at billiards.” He answered, hoping for it to be true as he entered the place.

“you sound thirty five” she teased with a smile, “we can sleep together, i’m down with that too” callie was only joking with the boy, he certainly didn’t seem the type, although she wouldn’t be opposed to it either. letting out a small laugh before leading the way. 

“So, you would sleep with someone who is thirty five?” He joked back, trying to avoid what she had said, because even though he had assumed she was joking, it had taken him aback. He followed her as she lead the way, wondering what she had in mind.

“Oh no this is just to give a kick to the ol’ butt! I need enough approval from the student body to show the school we’re serious about getting funds for a group to clean a lot of the mess up and put into action a more eco-friendly campus.” Harper shrugged and held a flyer out towards him with a hopeful smile. “As much as I love givin’ the deans of foxcroft the great warriors speech about making changes around here, they said I had to get more students behind me before they’d do anythin’.”

Brandon nodded as she explained her plan, he accepted the flyer, gave it a look, but didn’t pay much attention. He made a mental note to check it out later. “Oh, okay.” He nodded again, signing the petition and handing it back to her. “How is that turning out so far?”

“Are you thirty-five?” she prompted lifting a single eyebrow. a smile growing on her face at his agreement. “you tell me, what would you 100% want to do?”

“Do I look thirty five?” He asked, trying to seem serious, but a small laugh escaped his lips. “Sleep, but that’s not an option, so I’m just gonna let you lead the way and hope for the best.”

“No, I just lost my train of thought. I’m hungry.” he explained, scratching his chin as he waved the blunt in front of the other boy. “Who doesn’t want free weed? Fucking psychopaths, that’s who.” he chuckled, taking another puff for himself, seeing as how the boy wasn’t that interested.

"I’m not a psychopath.” He said defensively as the other boy waved the blont in front of him. “Not a huge fan of doing it inside school grounds and I’ve been impressively tired this whole week, I feel like it’s gonna make me fall asleep in like three seconds.” He explained, he knew there was a chance it could do the opposite, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to take the risk. Not today.

Poppy thought about it for a moment about how many Mondays there were until Christmas and he was absolutely right. “Oh my God, do you have a calendar counting down the days? That’s amazing.“ She giggled before looking down at the bags upon bags she got. “Well I got this giant Micky Mouse stalking that’s almost the size of a child, lights, a mat to go by my bed, a small Christmas tree, a Micky Mouse Christmas throw pillow including blankets and a stuffed Marie from the Aristocats wearing a Christmas bow and a beret.” 

”I saw it somewhere.” He admitted, trying to remember exactly where he had gotten that information. “Oh, I know! I went to the coffee shop last Monday and they had this blue ‘post it’ on the counter with a cute Christmas drawing and it read ‘6 Mondays before Christmas.” He explained, right before she began talking about everything she had bought. “I hope your roommate loves this time of the year as much as you do, or it’s going to be a problem. It sounds like your room will look very festive.”

callie furrowed her brow at his third option. “suddenly i’m eighty three and i have unfulfilled life. “at his fourth option, she remarked, “and now i’m only thirty five” she chuckled, “we go and i always come home early” but to callie that meant 4 am. 

“Thirty five isn’t that old.” He said as if it mattered, but quickly forgot about it. “Okay, where are we going? You’ve got me like 60% convinced.” He didn’t want to come out as boring, besides the week-end wasn't too far ahead, he could use those days to finish everything he had left to get done. 

Oh this was going to be so fun! Hannah couldn’t wait to have Caipirinha again. True, she had had it like two days ago before leaving Brazil, but it was so fucking good. In her opinion anyway. “Brown sugar. I think if we do a drive by of the kitchen, we can get what we need.” Usually she had to wonder why there were tiny kitchens in each dorm, but right now it was coming in handy. Thankfully, they were already pretty close to her dorm and it only took a few minutes of searching to procure the brown sugar and limes. “Let’s do ittttt.” With a grin, she led him upstairs, happy in this moment for the silence in the rest of the dorm. It had bothered her earlier, not being one who loved being alone. “Ok, I swear you’re going to love this.” She promised, closing the door and crossing over to her suitcase to pull out the cachaça.

Brandon and Hannah had never been super close; they had talked a little bit here and there, but never too much, but so far it seemed they could get along just fine. He was excited about doing something out of the ordinary and trying something new. He smiled brightly once they got everything they needed and followed her upstairs. “I might.” He answered once they reached her room; walking closer to her once she had pulled out the cachaça. He was very likely going to like it; he knew all the ingredients, except for one. “Can I try this by itself?” He asked curiously, taking the bottle from her so he could analyze the label.

Nova paused. “Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded. “Camp was better.”

“It was, but let’s stay positive. This isn’t too bad either. “ He knew he was going to be done with school rather soon and he wanted to enjoy what was left of it. 

“At least it gives us something to do,” Nova shrugged. “Plus, it’s better than camp.”

“Well yeah, that’s true.” He agreed, right after thinking about it for a second. “Camp didn’t make me do homework, though.”

“This is the fakest shit I’ve ever seen, this is such a lie a prostitute wouldn’t fall in love with someone she’d steal your shit to buy coke.”

“You think? We can’t generalize all prostitutes, can we?...Either way, I have no idea what we are talking about.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to go back to school,” Nova shrugged. 

“Well, your wish has been granted. We are back at school and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”