Room 417, eaaaaaaarly morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye would be hungover. This may be a duh for everyone else in school today. Whatever. Ick.

Mentally yelling at her feet for making too much noise on the carpet, Jaye shuffles into the bathroom to brush her tongue free of the cat that seemed to crawl in there and die overnight, and then shuffles back to her bed just to flop onto it. First period class, ugh. Bad. Bad. Seventeen sucks so far.

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[fates_jaye]

"It'll be a very slowly-eaten breakfast, I think," she says, still not sure if she's pro- or anti-breakfast at the moment.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He nods and reaches down to pick up the tray. "I can still throwi t out of the window if necessary," he assures her as he puts it down beside her.

[fates_jaye]

"Nah, it's good," she tells him. Starting to eat. Really slowly.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron nods and sits down on the ground beside the bed to let her eat at her own pace.