Tony picked his cat off of his window sill and set her back on the ground, taking the seat for himself. Looking out onto the campus, he sighed, knowing most people had gone home for break. Even his roommate had vanished, leaving him alone. The genius would have followed suit in disappearing from the college, but he still had work he had to get done at MIT. Watching as the snow fell across the grounds, he almost jumped out of his skin when a snowball hit the window. Opening the glass, he stared down at the perpetrator in shock. “What are you doing here?” he hissed into the night.
“I missed you,” Summer whispered back. “And exams are over, but there’s nothing for me at home. Can I come in? It’s freezing!”
“We finished exams yesterday,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when Tiberius started making out with a pillow. “I think it’s illegal to kill my roommate. Can you make sure I’m right about that?”
“Definitively. On the other hand, I’m not above, say, rendering him impotent for a week. Or maybe irrationally afraid of girls.” Summer snickered. “What’s he doing? What are you doing?”
“He’s making out with a pillow and pointing at me,” he replied, flinging a pen at his head and shooting him the bird. “I’d move, but the fucker would follow me.” Tony coughed slightly and felt a pen collide with the back of his head. “I’m currently having pens thrown at me.”
“Unfair, unfair. You should throw him out of the room; don’t you give him private time? Trade on that,” she suggested. “Though I don’t expect there’s much for him to hear, just now. It’s not as though we’re saying anything interesting.”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Tony picked up the pad of paper by the phone and threw it at Tiberius when he started making kissy noises. “Don’t you have your girlfriend to go fuck?” He shot at him before turning back to the phone. “Me? Busy? No, darling, I’m available.”
“I’m /so/ glad I have a single,” she had to say, muffling giggles into the blankets. “Is it still snowing up there? It’s horrible here. I haven’t seen the sun in a week. Everyone’s wound up about exams, too; it’s suffocating.”
“We finished exams yesterday,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when Tiberius started making out with a pillow. “I think it’s illegal to kill my roommate. Can you make sure I’m right about that?”
“Definitively. On the other hand, I’m not above, say, rendering him impotent for a week. Or maybe irrationally afraid of girls.” Summer snickered. “What’s he doing? What are you doing?”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Tony picked up the pad of paper by the phone and threw it at Tiberius when he started making kissy noises. “Don’t you have your girlfriend to go fuck?” He shot at him before turning back to the phone. “Me? Busy? No, darling, I’m available.”
“I’m /so/ glad I have a single,” she had to say, muffling giggles into the blankets. “Is it still snowing up there? It’s horrible here. I haven’t seen the sun in a week. Everyone’s wound up about exams, too; it’s suffocating.”
Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”
Isn’t.. a beautiful soul just code for ugly… /eavesdropping
No. You shouldn’t eavesdrop. Didn’t someone teach you better?
*bites her lip and looks away* I already know I’m not pretty. She doesn’t have to rub it in. I’m smart, that has to count for something.
Don’t mind me, love. I’m just insecure because my parents never loved me enough and you have a gorgeous man willing to love you conditionally. If anything, I’m the ugly one for allowing such circumstances, tragic as they are, to infringe upon other people’s happiness. You’re amazing and no amount of beauty, hateful words or otherwise will make that different… I’m so sorry for even slightly affecting your day.. and I hope in due time you can forgive me for the pigheaded envious bitch of a move I just pulled.
You needn’t be like that about it. He asked me what I wanted, is all, and I gave the truth. You sorority types might do better if you were more honest, not so busy notching up your bedposts.
