subject of your dreams

“Um the only thing interesting that I did was go to the second Christmas party on campus and did body shots. It wasn’t really anything too big. As for other peoples drama I wouldn’t know because when I got back I spent my time hiding under the covers watching Orange Is The New Black. It’s nice having you back Nol.”

“Well, at least you stayed out of trouble and enjoyed your holidays, right? That’s all you could really ask for in a place this crazy. I’d say it’s nice being back, but I’m really only here for the few friends I have left.”

“Look, I spent three hours with my family and had to come back to this shitty place. But I’m sad to report–no drama, it’s like a ghost town..I mean, there are a few bars open but they are abandoned.”

“If I were you, I’d probably stay longer and avoid this shit hole at all costs; anything is better than this place if you’re here for too long. Sucks about the drama, though -- I was really counting on all the drama queens here to stir something interesting up.”

“Ah, well if it isn’t my favorite Mega Douche. Welcome back. I’m sure you’ll do something drama worthy in the next five hours or so.”

“Aw, I’m your favorite? Good to know you still love me as much as you did when I left. But seeing as that I don’t have a drink in my hand or someone to sleep with, looks like no one’s getting drama out of me tonight. Bummer, right?”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but all I’ve done is eat three whole boxes of oreos with a gallon of eggnog that might or might not have contained a bottled of brandy.”

“Jesus, how have you not thrown that shit up yet? Especially something as nasty as eggnog. Actually, never mind -- I don’t want you to puke while you’re around me.”

“You spent Christmas in Vegas? That’s festive, i suppose.”

“My family lives there, so there’s really no other place I’d go to spend the holidays. Traffic’s a bitch once all the tourists flock in, though -- makes me think about convincing my parents to just come out here next year.”

“Seems to quiet around here for something to have happened. Maybe you can stir up some trouble of your own and liven up the campus.”

“I would, but then that would just give people all the more reason to grab their pitchforks and form an angry mob against me. I’ll just let someone else make an ass of themselves, then wait around for the gossip blog or the social parasites around here to do their job.”

“I heard the Dean got a freshman pregnant.”

“Please tell me you’re joking. That’s literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.”

ugh, sorry for being so ghost, guys. i feel super bad about not being able to sneak on like i wanted to but i’ve been spending a lot of my time out and about here in vegas and enjoying as much of this “family bonding time” as i can. it’s been pretty nice and i’m sad to leave ;-; especially on christmas T_T

“Yeah, but they might as well change things up the moment you agree to join. You are being kind of judgemental here, you know. Thinking all of the cheerleaders are that bad after you’ve met just a few of them isn’t very nice.”

“Yea you definitely don’t need that. I don’t know how you do it now with just being VP. I would never be able to do something like that.” she paused while giving the male a small smile. “Well i’m honored! Seriously though.. you were one of my first friends here. Thank you for.. just being here for me you know? Now that Rylan is gone you’re one of the few i’ve got left.  Wow I didn’t mean to make this conversation sappy.”

“It’s not easy, but it looks good on transcripts and it has plenty of other perks,” Nolan explained. He really only put up with the position for the sake of his family and their expectations, but she didn’t need to know that. “Trust me, I don’t care how sappy you get -- besides, I kind of feel the same way. You’re one of my only real friends here who looks past the money and the ego; it’s hard to find people as loyal and genuine as you.”

“Is not part of your curriculum – seminars and symposia for thesis writing? No offense meant, Nolan, but I hardly think that better fashion sense would outweigh their wood splinter dilemmas. Oh, I’m only wearing this until the end of the class; don’t act so repulsed. It’s really not as uncomfortable as it looks – perhaps you’d like to try it?”

“It is, which is why I don’t like talking about them outside of my classes. None taken, but I still think they could all do with a makeover anyways; flannel is fucking hideous, in my eyes. I’ll pass on playing dress up in that kind of outfit. What’re you supposed to be, anyways?”

“I mean come on, why would you be a cheerleader?”

“I wouldn’t, but hypothetically speaking, I think I could really pull it off.”