“You should kill them.” Tony laughed, stroking her hair. “I finally watched Carrie. You could totally do that stuff. Just set them on fire or whatever.” He grinned. “Or we could just lay here on the couch complaining about people forever. I’m fine with either honestly.”
That stirred a laugh out of her. “Are you going to break me out of jail if I do set them on fire?” Summer set the tea aside, looking up at Tony with tear-wet lashes, but trying to smile.
“Probably not,” Tony teased. “To come bail you out of jail I’d have to put on pants. Totally not worth it. I’ll be sure to pick you up when you get out in like fifty years though.”
“I don’t think I’ll set them on fire, then, I’d miss you too much. Looks like lying here complaining is the order of the day.” She snuggled closer to Tony. “So long as those girls don’t take you away from me, I will ignore them. I belong with you.”
“Of course you do,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arm around her. “I don’t think you need to worry about them stealing me from you. I’m entirely too terrified of what’d you do to me.” he laughed.
Summer flung up a hand, smiling. “Why is everyone scared of me? I swear, I’m harmless and innocent and adorable. Besides, I don’t want you to stay with me because you’re scared, I want you to stay because you love me.” Then she blinked in shock and slapped a hand over her mouth.
“You should kill them.” Tony laughed, stroking her hair. “I finally watched Carrie. You could totally do that stuff. Just set them on fire or whatever.” He grinned. “Or we could just lay here on the couch complaining about people forever. I’m fine with either honestly.”
That stirred a laugh out of her. “Are you going to break me out of jail if I do set them on fire?” Summer set the tea aside, looking up at Tony with tear-wet lashes, but trying to smile.
“Probably not,” Tony teased. “To come bail you out of jail I’d have to put on pants. Totally not worth it. I’ll be sure to pick you up when you get out in like fifty years though.”
“I don’t think I’ll set them on fire, then, I’d miss you too much. Looks like lying here complaining is the order of the day.” She snuggled closer to Tony. “So long as those girls don’t take you away from me, I will ignore them. I belong with you.”
“I guess I’ll stop with the humming then,” Tony teased opening his beer. “It is a good song for you though.” He took a sip and kissed Summer on the cheek. “Just keep your head high and make sure those bitches fail.”
“It’s so hard,” she mumbled. “/Knowing/ what they feel — even indifference hurts, Tony. I want to be /special/, to be liked and wanted.” She turned the cup in her hands. “I thought, when I came here, that things would be different. That I’d find more than one or two people who were like me. After all,” Summer managed a trembling smile, “I can’t ask you to devote all your time to me.”
“You should kill them.” Tony laughed, stroking her hair. “I finally watched Carrie. You could totally do that stuff. Just set them on fire or whatever.” He grinned. “Or we could just lay here on the couch complaining about people forever. I’m fine with either honestly.”
That stirred a laugh out of her. “Are you going to break me out of jail if I do set them on fire?” Summer set the tea aside, looking up at Tony with tear-wet lashes, but trying to smile.
“Fair enough. The scientific community does need the scientifically inept, like you, to buy our tacky over priced inventions or else we’d be out of the job.” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Yeah, sure. Scientifically inept? You guys just disguise all the elegant concepts in rough-edged mathematics so you can lord it over people like me, who conceive of the concepts!” It came out half-obscured by her hands.
Tony laughed and poured her a cup of tea. “Well someone has to build the great things that make your lives easier.” He walked over to the couch and handed her the cup, a beer in his own hand. “So I’m assuming you and your concept conceiving mind are working out a way to destroy these bitches’ lives?”
Summer shook her head. “What’s the point? The best revenge is keeping my grade high, and that’s simple. Anything else I try, they’ll just turn back on me. I’m already tired of hearing people hum the witch’s theme from The Wizard of Oz.” She stared at the cup, throat aching. “It’s just as well no one knows we’re together, or they’d ruin that, I’m sure.”
“I guess I’ll stop with the humming then,” Tony teased opening his beer. “It is a good song for you though.” He took a sip and kissed Summer on the cheek. “Just keep your head high and make sure those bitches fail.”
“It’s so hard,” she mumbled. “/Knowing/ what they feel — even indifference hurts, Tony. I want to be /special/, to be liked and wanted.” She turned the cup in her hands. “I thought, when I came here, that things would be different. That I’d find more than one or two people who were like me. After all,” Summer managed a trembling smile, “I can’t ask you to devote all your time to me.”
“Fair enough. The scientific community does need the scientifically inept, like you, to buy our tacky over priced inventions or else we’d be out of the job.” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Yeah, sure. Scientifically inept? You guys just disguise all the elegant concepts in rough-edged mathematics so you can lord it over people like me, who conceive of the concepts!” It came out half-obscured by her hands.
Tony laughed and poured her a cup of tea. “Well someone has to build the great things that make your lives easier.” He walked over to the couch and handed her the cup, a beer in his own hand. “So I’m assuming you and your concept conceiving mind are working out a way to destroy these bitches’ lives?”
Summer shook her head. “What’s the point? The best revenge is keeping my grade high, and tht’s simple. Anything else I try, they’ll just turn back on me. I’m already tired of hearing people hum the witch’s theme from The Wizard of Oz.” She stared at the cup, throat aching. “It’s just as well no one knows we’re together, or they’d ruin that, I’m sure.”
“Yes, Hamlet is Shakespeare. We’re reading Measure for Measure, though. ‘The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope,’” she quoted dejectedly, dropping her shoulder to let her bag slide to the floor. Immediately she put out her arms to hug into Tony’s chest. “I hate this.”
“That sounds super boring.” Tony chuckled as Summer hugged him. “You should have done something science related. Way cooler. There’s like explosions and stuff.”
“Men fighting with swords in the street? Women with sharp tongues and sharper minds? You’ve no taste. Shakespeare is exciting enough. Anyway math is hard.”
“Explosions and building cool shit. Science wins,” Tony teased.
“That wouldn’t save me from just-earning-my-mrs types,” Summer sighed. She plopped onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. “Besides, without people like me where would y’all get your ideas /from/?”
“Fair enough. The scientific community does need the scientifically inept, like you, to buy our tacky over priced inventions or else we’d be out of the job.” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Yeah, sure. Scientifically inept? You guys just disguise all the elegant concepts in rough-edged mathematics so you can lord it over people like me, who conceive of the concepts!” It came out half-obscured by her hands.
“Yes, Hamlet is Shakespeare. We’re reading Measure for Measure, though. ‘The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope,’” she quoted dejectedly, dropping her shoulder to let her bag slide to the floor. Immediately she put out her arms to hug into Tony’s chest. “I hate this.”
“That sounds super boring.” Tony chuckled as Summer hugged him. “You should have done something science related. Way cooler. There’s like explosions and stuff.”
“Men fighting with swords in the street? Women with sharp tongues and sharper minds? You’ve no taste. Shakespeare is exciting enough. Anyway math is hard.”
“Explosions and building cool shit. Science wins,” Tony teased.
“That wouldn’t save me from just-earning-my-mrs types,” Summer sighed. She plopped onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. “Besides, without people like me where would y’all get your ideas /from/?”
“I guess that’d be fun,” Tony said, with a smile, stroking her hair with his free hand as he used his other to raise his pizza to his mouth. “What kind of special days are we talking about?” He laughed. “You might make me actually start caring about holidays.”
“Exam days, Valentine’s Day, birthdays … you know, like that.” She made a pleased sigh, snuggling her face up against him and drowsing. “Love you,” she whispered.
“Ugh Valentine’s Day makes me want to die,” Tony grumbled, still playing with her hair. “But I guess if that’s what I gotta do to keep you around I’ll stick it out.” He chuckled.
“It’s a long ways off,” she mumbled. “You want to keep me around?” Heat was starting to slide down her nerves again, gathering in the pit of her stomach. Tony smelled good, and she flicked out her tongue to taste him. He tasted good too. Maybe they could take their time next time.
“Yeah. I guess I’ll keep you if you promise to not torment my freaking fish anymore.” He chuckled lightly tussling her hair. “Did you just lick me?” He laughed. “You’re so weird.” Tony laughed, gently kissing her forehead.
“I just wanted to know what you tasted like.” Summer stretched her arms over her head luxuriously. “And you like me because I’m weird.” This time she kissed his stomach a couple times.
“I guess that’d be fun,” Tony said, with a smile, stroking her hair with his free hand as he used his other to raise his pizza to his mouth. “What kind of special days are we talking about?” He laughed. “You might make me actually start caring about holidays.”
“Exam days, Valentine’s Day, birthdays … you know, like that.” She made a pleased sigh, snuggling her face up against him and drowsing. “Love you,” she whispered.
“Ugh Valentine’s Day makes me want to die,” Tony grumbled, still playing with her hair. “But I guess if that’s what I gotta do to keep you around I’ll stick it out.” He chuckled.
“It’s a long ways off,” she mumbled. “You want to keep me around?” Heat was starting to slide down her nerves again, gathering in the pit of her stomach. Tony smelled good, and she flicked out her tongue to taste him. He tasted good too. Maybe they could take their time next time.