Post by Lori on Dec 5, 2017 2:35:39 GMT
Intro for Shelby
This. Was. So. Stupid.
If Chase knew being an art student was going to involve so much reading, he would've figured out some other major to bs. What kind of drawing class involved so much text book reading anyway? It was bad enough he had to take one art history course; that was nothing but a two-hour long lecture every two days. He hated it. There was so much reading. And listening. And thinking. Chase preferred to do things. His notebook was filled with doodles from class rather than notes. But was he doing an art history assignment? No. He was reading some chapter on the anatomy of humans. It was supposedly going to help get a better idea of how the body worked and how to make a realistic portrait when there was no reference. Chase didn't get it at all.
So there he was. In his dorm room. Wearing one of his normal t-shirts and jeans in front of his tv, as usual. But was he watching? Was he playing one of his video games? No. Homework. Not even with any food in front of him. Nothing to distract him. Clint was out...something about his camera or something or other. Chase could pull a prank on his sister, but reading about a woman's anatomy was the last thing he needed before plotting anything against his twin. He could shudder just thinking about it.
But there was one girl that he could willingly - and very easily - spend time with after reading a chapter. Oh no, there wouldn't have to be any anatomy involved. Would it be nice? Maybe. Chase wouldn't be opposed. But with Max, he wasn't as concerned about that. He just liked being around her. They had fun together. They meshed well. Everything with Max was just so easy. At least...it had been when they were sort of dating. But now they were a thing. It was weird, in a way. Chase didn't recall having an actual girlfriend before. Maybe once in middle school? But even then, it had been the most simple, childlike description possible. It meant nothing then. Anything after that was dating. Casual. Max wasn't casual. Not to Chase. She was someone Chase wanted to be around. And when it came down to Max or homework? No competition.
Putting down his pen, Chase reached for his phone. He just needed a good reason to contact Max. But did he really need something? He thought about it for a moment. Huh...didn't Max say something about chocolate once? Heh. Leave it to Chase to remember anything to do with chocolate. Smirking, he scrolled through his contacts until he reached Max's name and opened their messages. Oh sure, he could call her. But Chase wasn't much of a phone person. And he didn't think that was how Max rolled, either. So he was going to stick to texting.
So I'm pretty sure you still owe me that chocolate bar....
No, he wasn't just going to outright ask her to come over. Not only was that too easy to type, but Chase also didn't want to come across as desperate somehow. As far as he was considered, what he typed not only got the point across that he wanted to see her but it also came across as a little flirty. Guys could be flirty, right? It wasn't weird? Nah. He was pretty sure it was good. All he had to do now was wait...with his textbook. "I'm done with you," he muttered shutting it. Yeah, much better!
This. Was. So. Stupid.
If Chase knew being an art student was going to involve so much reading, he would've figured out some other major to bs. What kind of drawing class involved so much text book reading anyway? It was bad enough he had to take one art history course; that was nothing but a two-hour long lecture every two days. He hated it. There was so much reading. And listening. And thinking. Chase preferred to do things. His notebook was filled with doodles from class rather than notes. But was he doing an art history assignment? No. He was reading some chapter on the anatomy of humans. It was supposedly going to help get a better idea of how the body worked and how to make a realistic portrait when there was no reference. Chase didn't get it at all.
So there he was. In his dorm room. Wearing one of his normal t-shirts and jeans in front of his tv, as usual. But was he watching? Was he playing one of his video games? No. Homework. Not even with any food in front of him. Nothing to distract him. Clint was out...something about his camera or something or other. Chase could pull a prank on his sister, but reading about a woman's anatomy was the last thing he needed before plotting anything against his twin. He could shudder just thinking about it.
But there was one girl that he could willingly - and very easily - spend time with after reading a chapter. Oh no, there wouldn't have to be any anatomy involved. Would it be nice? Maybe. Chase wouldn't be opposed. But with Max, he wasn't as concerned about that. He just liked being around her. They had fun together. They meshed well. Everything with Max was just so easy. At least...it had been when they were sort of dating. But now they were a thing. It was weird, in a way. Chase didn't recall having an actual girlfriend before. Maybe once in middle school? But even then, it had been the most simple, childlike description possible. It meant nothing then. Anything after that was dating. Casual. Max wasn't casual. Not to Chase. She was someone Chase wanted to be around. And when it came down to Max or homework? No competition.
Putting down his pen, Chase reached for his phone. He just needed a good reason to contact Max. But did he really need something? He thought about it for a moment. Huh...didn't Max say something about chocolate once? Heh. Leave it to Chase to remember anything to do with chocolate. Smirking, he scrolled through his contacts until he reached Max's name and opened their messages. Oh sure, he could call her. But Chase wasn't much of a phone person. And he didn't think that was how Max rolled, either. So he was going to stick to texting.
So I'm pretty sure you still owe me that chocolate bar....
No, he wasn't just going to outright ask her to come over. Not only was that too easy to type, but Chase also didn't want to come across as desperate somehow. As far as he was considered, what he typed not only got the point across that he wanted to see her but it also came across as a little flirty. Guys could be flirty, right? It wasn't weird? Nah. He was pretty sure it was good. All he had to do now was wait...with his textbook. "I'm done with you," he muttered shutting it. Yeah, much better!
." she hit send, but then started typing again. "I thought you said that you were doing homework today? Hmmmmm?
?" And she hit send again.
. So, I'm guessing you want me to come over, hmm?"