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my next class was in about an hour so I had a bunch of time to do whatever I wanted.
so, I pretty much ended up in adam's room sitting on his cheap desk chair doing useless crap on my laptop while he snored noisily away.
his room is on the bottom floor of the dorm, meaning he has the best connection meanwhile my room on the third floor has no internet. well, there is one network that reaches my room and it's called p0rn4senyurs so you can probably understand my hesitation to connect to it.
adam's alarm clock abruptly goes off and adam's sleeping form squirms, unfortunately not getting up at the intolerable beeping the dirty work of waking up a lazy young adult becomes my burden.
after considerable shaking adam blinks awake and grins when he sees me.
"good morning mom," he jokes. apparently being waken up by me did not deter his unending wit, "god turn off that alarm clock, will you?"
I switch off the alarm clock without comment as he pulls off his sheets and stretches.
"nice boxers," I say, referring to his neon blue boxers with rather intimidating smiley faces.
"I know," he lets out a loud yawn, "what time is it?"
"around nine thirty," I answer. seeing his drowsy movements I do what a good girlfriend would do (which admittedly I am not) and start brewing him some coffee using the coffee maker on his desk. it's quite comical looking amidst the stacks of books and paper surrounding it.
"how was your lecture?" he asks absent mindedly as he ruffles through a pile of clothes looking for something that doesn't smell like beer or whatever that smell is that has taken residence on the majority of his clothes.
"typical," I respond, "my daily quota of boring was filled quite nicely."
"glad to hear it," he pulls out a plain white tee and some badly stained jeans, "what do you think? laid back and somewhat studious or just plain lazy?"
"verging on lazy."
"good, that's the look I was going for," he jokes.
"really? that explains quite a bit," I rebuke.
"shut up and give me my coffee."
"it's not done yet. but there is always insta-coffee," i joke, i know very well adam would rather go through extreme torture then allow himself to drink insta-coffee.
the playful banter continues, until adam has to go to class and I sit there alone in his room.
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sorry about this one.. this is kinda a filler chapter, next one I will bring on the cute.
/january out/
