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A Beautiful Indifference | Ash and Isabelle

Even though the weather outside was fairly chilly at this point (for which Isabelle was thankful for, since she couldn't handle the heat very well) the break room was disgustingly warm, and the fan had broken down, two weeks back during an August heat wave. As Isabelle dropped her back in one of the two lockers and pulled out her little black apron, she sighed, hoping that she could skip her break and leave early instead. 

Madison shook her head. “Never mind.” She  turned off the song and put her iPod away. “So what do you want to talk about?”

Beth gave the other girl a shrug as she looked over. "I don't know," she said. "I don't really care, I guess."

            Will turned once he threw his contacts away, his blurry vision needing to adjust in the darkness. He ran into the bed, collapsing onto it with a satisfied sigh, laying on his stomach for a few moments. He was half trying not to fall asleep and half thinking about Kennedy’s response. “Sorry, I can’t do this anymore,” he told her, rolling onto his back and unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them off at the ankles and crawling back to get under the covers once again. “Kay, now I’m comfortable in all senses of the word and can focus,” he said softly, turning and blinking at Kennedy.

Mouth hanging open like a fish, Kennedy stared at Will as he told her that he couldn't do this anymore--what exactly did that mean? She had a moment of panic, wondering if she really was going to have to go call Marie from the bathroom. And then he simply took off his jeans. She met his gaze and closed her mouth, realizing that that was probably a good idea. She was wearing a dress, and didn't feel like shedding it in exchange for pajamas, so she simply crawled back under the covers, inching closer to Will before resting her head on his shoulder, hoping that he'd put her arm around her.

"That’s debatable."

"Well, now I'm hurt."

"Always has been, always will be. You’re so high-maintenance."

"But you love me anyways."

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say."

"We both know that it is whatever I say."

"No, it doesn’t, Megan. It really doesn’t."

"It does if I say it does."

"So, that doesn’t really give you an excuse."

"Yes it does!"

"God knows why. You’re, like, pretty much the least funny person I know."

"That's probably why, honestly."