Something Blue

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"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

- The Eleventh Doctor, Vincent and the Doctor

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LENNON (her mother has always been a huge fan of the Beatles, bless her heart) Camilla Fox spends every Sunday evening in the Townsend Library from precisely seven until nine and has since she began her attendance at Kingston College, thermos of still steaming coffee in one hand and a pile of textbooks the size of Mount Everest beside her laptop - surrounded by the familiar atmosphere of aisles and aisles of books, sitting cross-legged in a unsuspecting cranny to be alone with her thoughts - sometimes browsing Netflix for a new show (since her woeful departure with Merlin; she still refuses to acknowledge that BBC just cancelled it forever) or working on a thesis paper for either her Introduction Into Psychology or her Renaissance Art class. Even if she occasionally spills the tea on her mint Snoopy-themed sweater... or all over her "Literary Psychoanalysis of Freudian Theory In Lord of the Flies" essay (which she had just worked her ass off to complete it two weeks before it's due only to have herbal remedies spilled all over it in her clumsily graceless manner). No one takes notice of her. Lennon doesn't mind; she revels in it, frankly, to be an exception of the status quo of Kingston College. Social endeavors are the very last thing on Lennon Fox's mind - right below mainstream pop music, everything she learned in AP Physics class senior year, and boys. (Not that she doesn't mind them; well, she does. Parties, that is. Boys aren't any concern of hers.)

Her roommate, however, is an entirely different story.

"Did you know there's gonna be a party tonight?" Blair asks her as she parades around the room in a lace chemise, white tights, and a pair of Louboutin heels that Lennon is extremely sure are physically impossible to stand up straight in, much less walk at the pace she currently is, tossing outfit after outfit onto her bed (and the floor) in apparent haste - as she always does when distressed - on this particularly abysmal Sunday afternoon.

Outside, the windows are weeping, making a bust of Lennon's sacred weekend tradition as rain continues to pound against the glass.

The dull, painted white brick walls of their dorm room are incredibly depressing, only decorated with a string of TARDIS lights, a few minimalist posters, and a gigantic stack of Doctor Who DVD's on Lennon's dresser while Blair has a corkboard covered in a collage of photographs, ticket stubs, and handwritten notes all dedicated to her and her (now former, as of last week) boyfriend Isaac's relationship. (Blair's been meaning to get rid of it all, there's just a part of her that believes that if she doesn't admit it out loud or throw anything away, it won't be true. But it is, and there's nothing she can do to change that. Which sucks, because she can see the barely-there slump in her posture and lack of Blair-esque twinkle in her eyes that she's only seen once before when she and Isaac fought about his dad. No one else would bother to notice, but Lennon does. That's her job, as a best friend. To give a crap even when nobody else does.)

Tucking a loose strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, Lennon replies, "No, I don't really pay attention to upcoming social events. For certain justifiable reasons. And even if there is, I doubt it'll last long in this weather." She knows exactly what her often impossible to live with roommate is planning, and Lennon isn't about to let that happen (again, might she add). Nor is she about to venture into the storm if Lennon has any say about it. "Also I have exams to revise for, a paper I have to submit for Professor Wolffe's class, and a call to make explaining to my mother why I won't be visiting my father and his girlfriend over Thanksgiving break." Though, to be honest, Lennon would much rather attend a meaninglessly commonplace college bash with Blair than discuss father-related terms with her mom.