Room 417, Sunday night

[fates_jaye]

After leaving the common room, Jaye's kind of in an interesting mood. Things with Cameron/Crunch aren't weird, which is good, but the common room meant the freaking lion wouldn't shut the hell up.

And now it looks like she's keeping Rory and Bridge apart. And dammit, she ships. She doesn't want to break them up. Especially when he seems to be in the best position to get the whole talking animal thing.

And this would be another reason relationships are kind of stupid at the moment.

At least she doesn't have to set Bridge on fire, though. Yay.

She closes the door, gets dressed for bed, and picks up her phone.



"House of Bad Grades," answers Mahandra.

"Fun with midterms?" Jaye guesses, sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Fun? Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Maybe in some cultures. Of course, the word might mean something different there."

"Whatever. They suck and they're eating my brain cells. How are you?"

Jaye pauses. "Does flinging make me a ho?"

It's Mahandra's turn to pause. "Depends on what you're flinging."

"I'm someone's friend with benefits now."

"Go, you!"

Jaye laughs into the phone. "No hoeyness, then, huh?"

"Do you care?"

She thinks about it, and says, "Not really."

"We went over this. You? Not ready for a relationship because you're psycho or whatever."

"Not psycho," interjects Jaye, who totally thiinks she is.

"You started calling a guy your boyfriend and then dumped him. You? Psycho. Live with it," says Mahandra. "And sometimes you just need to... you know... hit that. Have fun. Send some of the hot flingy guys my way because the ones here suck."

"No, they're mine. All mine," she says. "Though Archie did kiss Bridge in full view of everyone."

Mahandra perks up. "Boykissy?"

"I know!" Jaye says excitedly. "There was a stripper on our TV, too."

There's a really long pause. "God dammit, I'm coming along in your suitcase next time you come home."

"I am so good with that. But you take a different room. I'm flinging."

"Yeah, you're all worried about how you look, with the rubbing the flinging in my face," grumps Mahandra. "Which sounds really bad, when you think about-"

"Dirty!" Jaye says, just because he knows Mahandra hates it.

"God, I hate when you do that," says Mahandra, and Jaye giggles. "You need to come back. When's your spring break?"

"A week after yours. And my parents are springing for the school trip to Europe," she says.

"How dare you."

"I know. I'll try to come back for a weekend or something, though. We'll skank on boys and traumatize the hell out of Sharon," she promises.

"I'll hurt you if this doesn't happen by April," she says. "It's been since Christmas and I'm stuck with the stupid people without you."

"I'm stuck with stupid people without you, too," Jaye protests. "You don't want to know half the stuff I have to report on the radio. Also, completely unrelated, you know Rory can detach her limbs?"

Mahandra pauses. "Um."

"Her leg kicked me when I laughed at it after the stripper randomly showed up on the TV."

"I'm finding a way to go to your damn school!"

Jaye laughs. "Anything else up with you?"

"Nope. Dammit. Send me a fling, will you?"

"I'll package him up nice and pretty," she promises. "I'll call you later this week. Bye."

"Bye," says Mahandra, and hangs up first.