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mightbeconcussed) wrote2008-06-30 11:29 am
mightbeconcussed) wrote2008-06-30 11:29 am
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I wanna be the one to walk in the sun [Oh Girls]
[Hey Romy, remember Mrs. Divitz's class, there was like always a word problem. Like, there's a guy in a rowboat going X miles, and the current is going like, you know, some other miles, and how long does it take him to get to town? It's like, 'Who cares? Who wants to go to town with a guy who drives a rowboat? >> Michele Weinberger (Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion)]
“Jilly, Jill, Jillian,” Lucy chanted from her upside position on the couch. Her legs were hooked over the back of the couch and her head hung off the edge, hair pooling on the Mexican tile floor below. “I’m bored.”
“I’m studying,” Jill told her with a smirk. “Go bug some of the surfer boys.”
“Bleh,” Lucy declared with a face that would sour milk. “They’re high and stupid and they care about waves. Not so much about pretty girls in bikinis.”
Jill sighed and put down her book. “Luce, I really should get this homework done. Maybe we can go play afterwards.”
“Who takes summer classes anyway?” Lucy pouted.
“Me,” Jill stated the obvious, gesturing toward her books. “I want to be finished with school so I can start my life.”
“I don’t ever want to finish school because my life is started and I love it,” Lucy told her. She sat up, blond hair falling against her back as she pulled her legs underneath her. She then slumped over her knees. “Come on, Jill. Lie is right now and you’re missing it by sitting inside reading books and learning thing that you already know. You’re an amazing musician. You don’t need books and professors to tell you that.”
“Oh, so you’re anti-college now?” Jill teased. She started packing up her work with full knowledge that her study session was over. Lucy had won this round but then Lucy won all the rounds. It was just the way life worked. Everyone gave into Lucy eventually.
Lucy shook her head. “Nope. I’m pro college. It has football and boys and frat parties but I’m anti-serious. We’re young and we’re pretty and we live in a beach house. Also, there’s a new guy down the street. He just moved in and he’s got this hot little red convertible that we would look so good in. Want to go ask him out?”
“No!” Jill objected and Lucy laughed. The petite blond stood up and grabbed Jill’s wrist, pulling her from the couch.
“Well I do.”
“Jilly, Jill, Jillian,” Lucy chanted from her upside position on the couch. Her legs were hooked over the back of the couch and her head hung off the edge, hair pooling on the Mexican tile floor below. “I’m bored.”
“I’m studying,” Jill told her with a smirk. “Go bug some of the surfer boys.”
“Bleh,” Lucy declared with a face that would sour milk. “They’re high and stupid and they care about waves. Not so much about pretty girls in bikinis.”
Jill sighed and put down her book. “Luce, I really should get this homework done. Maybe we can go play afterwards.”
“Who takes summer classes anyway?” Lucy pouted.
“Me,” Jill stated the obvious, gesturing toward her books. “I want to be finished with school so I can start my life.”
“I don’t ever want to finish school because my life is started and I love it,” Lucy told her. She sat up, blond hair falling against her back as she pulled her legs underneath her. She then slumped over her knees. “Come on, Jill. Lie is right now and you’re missing it by sitting inside reading books and learning thing that you already know. You’re an amazing musician. You don’t need books and professors to tell you that.”
“Oh, so you’re anti-college now?” Jill teased. She started packing up her work with full knowledge that her study session was over. Lucy had won this round but then Lucy won all the rounds. It was just the way life worked. Everyone gave into Lucy eventually.
Lucy shook her head. “Nope. I’m pro college. It has football and boys and frat parties but I’m anti-serious. We’re young and we’re pretty and we live in a beach house. Also, there’s a new guy down the street. He just moved in and he’s got this hot little red convertible that we would look so good in. Want to go ask him out?”
“No!” Jill objected and Lucy laughed. The petite blond stood up and grabbed Jill’s wrist, pulling her from the couch.
“Well I do.”