@clericalblues to his slender frame. "Ya see this? It stays on, even a lot of the time when I'm in the room. This weather is insane. Makes me sort of miss Indiana."
@clericalblues out a quiet laugh, thankful that the room didn't smell as bad as it's appearance, stepping fully inside the room to allow his friend to close the door. "I would be impressed if you didn't need extra layers." Pointing a finger to his fluffy Jacket that added tons of weight--
@clericalblues catch up a bit." He inquired, shoving palms into the space of the jean pockets situated on him. "I've missed you guys." He confessed, a wistful smile playing on his brims.
@clericalblues grateful that Mike wasn't his room mate, this was the only reminder he needed that he had dodged a bullet. Dustin was smart, funny, and tidy, even if he purred randomly like a cat and caused Lucas to want to pounce on him from time to time. "Are you busy? I just thought we'd--
Making his way to Will and Dustin's shared dorm, the teenage boy delivered a few soft knocks to the woodened barrier, patiently awaiting Will's greeting.
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Lucas decided to make an impromptu visit to see Will. Unable to count on his fingers how many times he'd gotten to hangout with any of his friends during the transition of the move from Indiana to Chicago. It almost felt like a summer vacation--
of the gang being split up, busy with other adventures, the exact same excitement swirled the pit of his stomach. Eager to catch up on the latest events on what's been going on in his life, peek at one another's schedules to confirm if any of them shared the same classes.--
from the abrupt open to the door. He had this entire speech rehearsed into his head, similar to those cheesy films Max would force him to watch, but once his eyes connected with hers, his knees grew weak, only capable of muttering her name meekly. "Max."
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Lucas paced back and forth in the confinements of the dorm bedroom, mind reeling with thoughts on how to fire up a conversation with someone so distant. Yesterday had been his breaking point, the steely stares she hurled his way were enough to fuel off the--
fist to deliver soft knocks to their dorm door. Lucas felt his heart thump loudly into his chest, nerves spiked up every inch of the dark-haired boy's frame, inhaling a sharp intake of air to calm the anxiousness as he was about to abort mission, a gust of air flew towards him,--
Basketball had become part of his personality trait, unbeknownst to him. The pair fell off long before his application had been accepted, the only reason Lucas could think of was his busy practice schedule, on top of studying for finals to graduate, it left little to no time--
intense anger already brewing within him. Yes, maybe it was also him. Basketball consumed his life, because, to put it perfectly frank, without basketball, he'd had never even gotten accepted. It took more than being smart to be granted a scholarship to a well-known university.--