situations are IRRELEVANT now, [SANDY!]

[trinity LAWRENCE]

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don’t worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.


Some things, are better left till the very last moment. The last possible moment in time. Like, kissing for example. Your lips don't dare touch until the very last moment, when you are sure it is supposed to happen, when you know the time is right. But on the other hand, many things, should be done right away, like homework. Trinity, being the slacker she can be sometimes, does that frequently. She will wait, until the very last moment to complete an assignment, usually getting her in some sort of trouble. Today, was no different.

Trinity walked into the library, he head held high, eyes sparkling. She wasn't stressed at all about her homework delay, she was actually excited. It gave her an excuse to be in the library, cute boy alert! She peered around, eyes slightly squinted, searching for a familiar face. Not one in sight, not a cute one either. Oh well, she shrugged her shoulders and sat herself down at a table. She slammed her text books onto the wooden surface, a small bash emitting from it. She ignored her obnoxious loudness and opened her notebook. History. American Revolution. Awesome.

Trinity read the book in front of her eyes, taking in as much information as she could. What was her assignment? An essay about the Thirteen Colonies, pretty much the first states. She didn't mind history, she just hated essays. They were so time consuming and stressful. They took forever to write, and of course took a large chunk out of her social free time. She stopped reading and jotted down a few things, her notes for her soon-to-be essay. She placed the textbook down. Totally unmotivated to do any work. She looked around her section of the library, no one in sight, no one to talk to. She sighed and put her face in her hands. This, was one definite reason not to put something off. You would end up never doing it.

Trinity knew exactly who she could use at that moment. Sandy. That sweet boy who she could always rely on for homework help. She remembered back to the first day they met, back in Freshman year. She was full of herself, and like most freshmen, she only cared about becoming popular and climbing the social ladder. It was first week of school and already they were assigned a paper. A tough one at that, it was to see where each student was at the time. Trinity, put it off until the day before it was due. Stupid move on her part. She rushed to the library, stressing out over her work. Trinity never exactly knew why Sandy came to sit with her, maybe she looked more stressed out then she thought? Or maybe it was her feminine charm? Yeah, almost crying is definitely feminine charm. Whatever the reason was, an almost crying Trinity was joined at her table by a friendly face. He helped her out, a lot. She was able to get her paper done, and still have time to go out that night. Ever since, Trinity has wanted to become closer to Sandy, but never really knew how. She would always ask him for homework help, but it seemed that was the only time they hung out. But Trinity, could definitely use his help right now.

[OOC: PIECE OF CRAPOLA! sorry, I really suck at opening postsxD]

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But, alas, Sandy Thomas was not too far away, but deep within the extensive, broken-backed labyrinth of the library aisles. Under his arm were some Russian favorites, two Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment and a Brothers Karamazov. Both old books had the same red binding, from the same publisher no doubt - and horrendously small print. Whatever gave them the idea to make a 700 page book 3 x 5 inches was ridiculous.

Crouching to almost ground level, Sandy's fingers ran across the bindings of the latter T section. Tac - no, no, he falls down a row - Tod - getting closer - Tog - Tok - Tol... no; he looks a few covers later. Tolstoy! That's the one. A big, fat, and fairly dusty, copy of War and Peace sits complacently on the shelf. It takes a whole hand to lift 1,000 page, two pound book from where it is wedged. Aside from being a little dusty, the copy looks brand new.

"Ah, 'ello my dear; has no one come to call on you?" Sandy remarked to the book with a satisfied grin. The cover graced with a painting of the Battle of Borodino, the artist forgotten by Sandy, who wasn't interested in art history for the most part. But it was a magnificent cover, nonetheless. This was what he would have to work with for his Russian Literature assignment, since with a two other modern books already checked out he was right at the library's 5-book limit.

Heading back through the maze to the check-out counter, Sandy considered if he should trade in his Crime and Punishment for a Fyodor Sologub, but he doubted they would have one. These would suit him just fine, and he was happy to read Tolstoy again. A personal favorite since eigth grade. Of course, Dostoyevsky was genius too. Sandy was going to enjoy this far too much than any normal teenager should. But, he really had nothing better to do anyways.

Sandy got into line complacently at the check out counter, watching dispassionately as the library lady chatted friendily with some freshman girl who happened to pick up a copy of Life of Pi - it just so happened to be the librarian's favorite book, as she reiterated for the tenth time. Sandy's glassy blue eyes started to wander across the tables and people studying at them when he looked upon someone familiar. Trinity Lawrence.

Trinity Lawrence. Sandy's current crush at the moment. However rare they may be, there were still a few to be had. She was terrific, beautiful, and popular. Sandy would probably never hang around for long if it wasn't for that he was smarter than she, and therefore giving him an ounce of magnamosity to hold on to. She was the type of person who gave the negative connotation to study-parties, as he had learned first-handedly. Just the thought that he actually did that was far too incredulous.

Leaving his position in line, Sandy walked softly over, careful to wipe the dreamy look on his face away and replace it with something more casual. He set his books down on the table softly and looked over what she was studying.

"Ello dear; what is this? Ah, the thirteen colonies, hard shit that is," Sandy teased slightly, letting a sarcastic smirk slide. He could probably just give her his old essay that was on his computer, but then he wouldn't have the chance to torment the poor girl. Sandy sat down in the adjacent chair.

[trinity LAWRENCE]

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don’t worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.


Trinity Lawrence. A usually high academic person, well, you have to be if you attend Guildwood. It's a necessity. But like all teenagers things get in the way. A major one, is day dreaming. Currently, Trinity was experiencing a wonderful day dream. One she would definitely remember, and possibly turn into a movie one day. She leaned forward on the table, her elbow supporting her, holding her up right. She stared out the window, placed conveniently in front of her. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular, if you have had a day dream, you would know what I’m talking about.

It was a sunny after noon, in June most likely. The sun was bright, and every flower around was in bloom. Trinity walked down a stoned path, a dress loosely hung around her frame. She walked walking at a fast pace, her eyes glued to a male figure in front of her. He was handsome, and tall. Trinity couldn’t really make out his face, or recognize it but none the less, handsome. He was wearing a suit, which was an odd thing for a day dream created by Trinity. She continued walking towards the male, seemingly mesmerized. She finally got to him, now, she was in a courtyard. The pair were surrounded by flowers and fountains and beautiful things. Like something from a fairytale. The boy took a hold of Trinity’s hand, spinning her around swiftly, taking a good look at her dress. He was charming. Once again like something from a fairytale. All the girl could do was smile, now the pair were dancing. They drew closer, about to kiss, when a small voice clicked Trinity back into reality.

She jumped in her seat slightly, realizing who this voice was. Speak of the devil. Trinity tried to act casual, but he voice was slightly altered due to the day dream she had just experienced. Oh hey Sandy! She adjusted her books, making it seem as if she had actually been doing something. I was just thinking about you, She laughed lightly, what a flirt she was. She smiled and jotted down something she had just remembered about the Thirteen Colonies. Yeah, Thirteen Colonies, tons and tons of fun. Her eyes moved from her notebook to the books clenched in his arms. She cocked an eyebrow, and squinted, attempting to read the print of the book spine. Toystory? Tolistry? Tapestry? She couldn’t make it out. Whatcha’ got there? She moved her eyes to his face. What a cutie. She stopped herself. No, Trinity. No. She smiled politely at him.

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[theo]

Sandy raised an eyebrow. Thinking about him? How fitting. Now if he could just get her to think about him whenever a load of homework wasn't present - now that would be something. Of course Sandy was just being snarky; he had no idea in what context she was thinking about him in, but only make the quick assumption from the fact that the two only saw each other behind a pile of books. Ah, well, what did it matter anyways? Sandy had to remind himself how much he hated commitment. He had been single and loving it for three months now - why try to hook a girl when you don't really want her? Sandy could only figure he enjoyed playing the game more than actually "winning". Either that or he was just cynical. Such a pity, it was.

Sandy was looking over the book she was reading upside down when she noted his little tower of books. Sandy's glassy eyes sparkled. That's one way to get him started. The guy could quite possibly go on and on for hours about Russian literature, reitterating the whole lesson and then some. It was his second favorite of the world literature topics - French being his first, and English being third. He was quite obsessed with anything published in the late 18th century in itself; given any location. Of course there were modern novels and all that, but it was his favorite era of all time. Romance. Chivalry. War. Peace. What a waste of human soul to live in the latest millenium.

"Oh, these... these are magic!" Sandy grinned exitedly, holding up the heavy copy of War and Peace, But this... This one in particular. If there's one book you must read before you die - it's this one. It's so good, you know what it says? Eh? It says 'fuck the thirteen colonies'. That's what it says," Sandy's light, slightly British, slightly South African, accent rang out. Of couse, coarse language was a mildly frequent part of Sandy's vocabulary, which surprised a lot of people who considered him so well-versed. Partially a product of his foul-mouth father, who swore like no other. Sandy's mother didn't even bother to correct him she was so used to it.

Sandy was always excited into a good mood when he talked about his favorite books. It saved everyone around from his naturally disgruntled nature when a valient soul brought up Les Miserables, Don Quixote, and of course, War and Peace, among other classics. The teachers did this most often, as Sandy would rather teach the course himself than show up unless he had something interesting to talk or debate over.

Sandy leaned back in his chair, content with himself, and the view. Trinity was deffinately easy on the eyes. No doubt. Just sit her on a bed with a copy of Faust (and nothing else) and that would be divine... Oh, good god there he was going again. Sandy checked himself. He hated coming off as a sleeze, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Guys just "thought" these things sometimes. And he was almost certainly sure girls must've too.

[trinity LAWRENCE]

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don’t worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.


Trinity was extremely happy Sandy had showed up. It’s like she was magic, she said she wanted him there, and POOF, there he was. Almost like a knight in shining armor coming to rescue a bored stricken Trinity from well, boredom. She watched his hands pull up the book, revealing a familiar title. War and Peace. She ran through the library in her mind and concluded, she had heard of it, but never in fact read it. She smiled, looking inquisitively at the cover. Looks like a good one, trinity normally wasn’t into book with any actual facts in it. She was more into the whole, teenage difficult life story kind of thing. Fiction was her fancy.

Trinity closed her books, laughing at the thought of Sandy using foul language. She wanted to say to him, Now Sandy, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to swear in front of a lady? But she stopped herself, remembering something she had learned about Sandy. No mother. She smiled lightly, not looking at him, but her books instead. I didn’t know you swore Mr. Thomas. She turned her bright face to him, Yes, fuck thirteen colonies, I could always just put it off another day. She laughed, pushing her books off the table, watching them fall in slow motion. She returned her attention to the boy in front of her.

She loved hearing Sandy talk. Even if it was about books, a thing most people of Trinity’s group hated. But books were one thing, Sandy and Trinity had in common. Well, except for the genre of books, but books none the less. She was excited she got him onto a topic they could both really enjoy, instead of him having to teach her about history or something, or having to hear her rant on about cheer or something along those lines. Now, Trinity ran through her library of books in her head, trying to remember any that were her favorites, preparing herself in case she was asked. Such titles as “Where the Heart is” and “Phantom of the Opera” came into her mind. Yes, Phantom was a play and a movie, but Trinity enjoyed the book as well. She got all her facts straight about both, that way, she would have something to talk about as well. So, tell me about that book, Trinity adjusted herself in her chair. She stared into his deep blue eyes. They were gorgeous, Trinity hadn’t really noticed them before, of course, she wouldn’t say anything, that would ruin the conversation.

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[theo]

Jesus christ, Sandy wished he had a breathmint. Surely it wasn't bad. Just, not minty-fresh. Not like he had anyone to kiss anyways. Dear god, why was he thinking about kissing at all? Sandy shrank back in his chair, setting the book down. A good one. Sure was. There were many good books out there. Lots of good places to go - much better than here.

"You didn't?" Sandy cocked his head to the side with a surprised grin, "I must've been on good behavior before," he shrugged guiltily. He watched her throw off the books from the table, which surprised him and a couple other library-goers hoping for some peace and quiet. She was positively devilish; now wasn't she? "Ah? Who has the foul little mouth now? And a bit of procrastination thrown on top... I do believe you've one-upped me," it was terribly odd being flirtatious. Especially for Sandy, who didn't get out much.

Sandy's eyes couldn't avoid hers for long. They connected quite soon, and left Sandy quite apprehensive, not letting anything slide. Look a person in the eye and know if they're honest or lying, pretending or being real. There's also an ounce of affection thrown in there as well. So many things at once, but Sandy wouldn't budge. He stared back amusedly, but not at all honestly.

Oh, and she had to say it. At that very second Sandy could've exploded on the spot about Andrei Bolkonsky and Pierre and Natalya and Nikolai - the whole lot. He could've thrown in a dash of Napoleon Bonaparte and a pinch of French-Russian history with a statistic or two thrown in. He could've gone on for an hour about his theories on the principles of life and death used in the novel and how each character goes about them; but he didn't. Sandy started to open his mouth, but quickly shut it. He couldn't bore her.

"Well, I can't just tell you about it; that ruins the bloody point of reading it, Trinni-dear," was what he said instead, averting his eyes from hers to look out the large windows at the good weather. Outside looked nice compared to the coldness of the library. Stop thinking about asking her out. Stop thinking about asking her out. You won't like it for long, Sandy, so you should just get that idea right out of your head. His mind berated him ceaselessly. He would have to grab his old paper on the 13 colonies and shove it under her dorm door later on, Sandy figured, and that's about as far as he would get.

[trinity LAWRENCE]

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don’t worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.


Wow, he was a talker. A smart one too. He used such elegant words, words that would make a person like Trinity feel shameful for not using the English language properly. But his words were not that cocky, I’m better then you kind. Trinity loved the way he spoke, especially with his peculiar accent thrown into it all., And now, with all that, she was still surprised he would swear, he didn’t look that type. She smiled, you probably were, Best behavior. Right. A thing hardly found in the day to day life of Trinity Lawrence, there was no real definition for it in her vocabluary. Unless best behavior is standing still and not speaking unless spoken to at a wedding, then yes, Trinity has been on some what best behavior before.

She smiled as he began commenting on her foul language and actions. That’s true, she was upping him one. But Trinity knew deep down, she could win a swearing contest against Sandy any day. Looks like I have, She laughed lightly, folding her arms on the table. And I’m sure by the end of this, I will have upped you by much more, She hadn’t ever really talked to Sandy like this. He was being awfully flirty, then again, so was Trinity. So, she guessed it couldn’t be bad, if they were both equally as flirty.

She laughed lightly again at his comment. Yeah, that’s true, that would ruin it.She was amused by the fact her called her Trinni-dear, that’s a new one. She looked down at the patterns on the table. The streaks of different browns and golds in the wooden table. Going every which way and criss crossing each other. It reminded her of a city, and overview of course. Each line was a road, intersecting the other. Well, enough about tables, Trinity snapped back from her pretend city and noticed Sandy staring out the window. It’s gorgeous outside, She smiled, now staring out it herself. I was out earlier, on my way here only though. She watched the many students crossing the lawns, some holding hands, others, kicking soccer balls, and other just walking. She paid close attention to the pairs, walking and holding hands. She remember back to some of her past relationships, and how much she loved the feeling of walking together with someone who you ‘love’, but what is love anyway? She stopped remembering the past and brought herself back to the now. The now where she was in a library, with a amazingly adorable Sandy. So, what should we talk about? She gave him a bright smile.

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