"I think I'm getting sick" Edith said as she stretched across Jude's bed. He looked up from his laptop to see her red cheeks stark against her white face as she lay on his bed.
"You look feverish." He said concern etching itself across his forehead. "Haven't you been sleeping?" He asked knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer.
"Enough to keep me alive." She said.
He frowned. "I'm sorry you feel bad."
"It's okay."
Okay. He really hated that word when she used it. It was almost worse than fine. Everything was fine but in reality nothing was fine. Just like nothing was okay. It was a passive aggressive way of saying everything sucks right now but I'm dealing with it just enough to get by. And that was really not fine. It was just okay. And that was never okay.
"How about we go to the student union and get something hot and indulgent. Something completely against your diet. You probably don't feel good because this diet is withering you away." In truth the diet was good for Edith, being a track runner at her university she had to keep a lean but well muscled figured. Which meant proteins and greens made up most of her diet.
"I'm about to give into to your awful idea. That's how bad I feel." She mumbled into the pillow.
"Come on, do you really want to lay in bed all day feeling bad? Or do you want to feel bad but be out doing something worth while?" Jude stood up and pulled the covers off of her. She groaned and rolled away from him.
"You have really messed up morals." She commented but proceeded to slide off the bed in search of her shoes and glasses.
"And that" he said "Is what keeps the ladies comin'" He made a show of himself, enough to make Edith smile, before bouncing over to the door and holding it open for her. "Madame..." he gestured for her to go before him. She rolled her eyes and swayed her hips out the door way with his tall dark body in tow.
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"So do you think they're dating?"
"Who? Scurvy guy and goth poodle?"
"Ya, this is the third week in a row that they've eaten together."
"They could just be really good friends."
"But look at the way his eyes linger on her when she walks off to get more cheerios or something."
"True. But she never glances back or glances at him while she's in line for something."
"So he's been friend zoned."
"Or they're good friends, study partners, cousins..."
"Now that's messed up."
"You're the one who thinks them being together is a good thing and that in itself is messed up."
Jude turned away from the couple to look at Edith sipping the soup she had bought over an hour ago but was slurping it so slowly there was probably algae growing comfortably. "You're telling me that those two wouldn't work well together?"
"Come on they're both ridiculously weird." Edith said not taking her eyes off the walking form of the girl
"Weird tends to fit together." Jude muttered and went back to devouring his sandwich.
"Uhu" Edith said and bent over to her backpack to pull out her notebook. "So tell me... what's the good life to you?" she stared at him across the table, her purple pen poised to write. He leaned back against the chair and put his hands behind his head. Gazing up at the ceiling he sighed. "I would like to be able to play viola and get paid a million dollars for every note."
