Hocus Pocus (rewritten)

Cha. 2. Tullamore.

Tullamore.

You've lived in this adorable little town for two years now. It's a sleepy place where everyone knows everyone and far from the bustle of any cities. It's also as Irish as you can get, even scoring a renowned whiskey named after it.

You love it here, it's a home away from home, even with the never ending rain. You enjoyed the small things life gifted, even when life played an unfair hand. The smell of the dewy grass in the mornings, mossy stone bridges stretched across lakes, and exploring through the unlimited history of this place.

College on the other hand... can go burn in the depths of hell, where it probably belongs. The work makes your head foggy and the overall nature of it was wearing you to the bone. It's not what you considered fun by any means, just to be stuffed into the ineffitable cog of the work pipeline later on made you constantly wonder if this trouble is even worth it.

But, no matter how much you want to burn college to the ground. There's a small little bonus that's kept it less awful than it could be.

Murmuring through your door this time is 'Shake It Off', with the company of cutlery tapping on benches. 'Going back to 2014 today eh?' you chuckle to yourself.

You throw on a shirt, jeans, and jumper then toddle out of your room to the kitchen.

Jasper was already up and cooking, the sweet smell of syrup welcoming you to the start of the day.

The goofy sight of him holding a spatula to his lips and singing into it as he dances around the kitchen is one of the small things you've come to enjoy about college. You met during a required CPR training class, and its certainly made life more interesting with him around.

You turn the corner and catch Jasper right as the chorus dropped, your roomate in full swagger now. He hears you snicker and implements it into his dance as he dramatically turns around to face you, giving you a flamboyant point, encouraging you to play along.

"I don't think so" you chuckle, shaking your head with a smile on your face as you stroll into the kitchen.

"You're no fun. Anyway, morning!" he chirps before turning his attention back to the pancake in the pan, giving it a flip. Still shimmying his hips to the music.

"I still have no idea where you get your energy from." You remark honestly, turning down his music. "Also, the neighbours probably hate you" you laugh, waltzing over to him to boil the kettle.

Jasper shrugs. "Bitch, this is just payback for the world's most gobshite sounding sex I've ever heard in my life from next door. I bet I sound better in bed, and I don't even get paid!" He stacks another pancake onto your plate.

"Oh yeah, I bet you'd love to have your back blown out?" You tease as you make some coffee for you both.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" He playfully swats you over the head with the spatula.

Jasper switches off the stove and you hand him a coffee. "Thanks lass, I needed my life support" he slurps at his coffee as he makes his way over to the small table with his plate of pancakes.

You follow and take a seat across from him. Immediately stuffing pancakes into your face as soon as you sit down.

"hungry?"

"Shut up, you know I only had a tiny burger for dinner last night"

He snorts.

"Jasper, you're as broke as me. We both chipped in to pay for the pancake mix!"

"Fair, fair. Damn, no need to attack my very full wallet. I'm aware I also had a McDonald's happy meal last night"

After breakfast, you both get up and place your plates in the sink. You start to wash up while Jasper wanders over to the front door. "Shit, another one" you hear him grumble as he walks back into the kitchen, holding a piece of paper.