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[why_me_why_not]

I really really hate this class. Two terms of it, and I'm still not exactly sure what the point of it was, and I know the final tonight is going to be full of random bullshit facts that I'll never actually need to know rather than stuff I can actually relate to real life. Ugh. I'm gonna be lucky to get a C in this class and it's really bumming me out b/c it's my VERY LAST CLASS and I've gotten As every where else! GRRR. It doesn't help that I don't like the instructor AT ALL and I maybe filled up an entire page of comments about him last week when we did teacher evals. B/c not only do I feel like I didn't learn anything useful over the last ten weeks, he is very vocal about his opinion on things that are not at all related to the class and are actually personally offensive. Like he believes that "everyone in America gets treated well except for Americans", he thinks that all personal injury lawyers are crooks, and he thinks that single parenthood is going to be the downfall of society because children being raised in a house without two parents are going to turn out BAD. Luckily, I never have to see him again after tonight.

I'm gonna go take my final final (WISH ME LUCK!) and then go to the boys' soccer games. Feel free to leave me random fic in comments, or pictures, or SOMETHING to reward me and make me smile when I get home, lol.

Comments

[sonicbookmark.livejournal.com]

After you take that final you should PUNCH THAT TEACHER IN THE FACE.

Also, good luck! :D

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

I AM SO GLAD IT'S OVER!!

[reallythateasy.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was out to dinner so we just got back. Yay for finals being done and please to be sending me prompts tomorrow on my cell so that I can send you text fic that I would've done tonight if I had been home.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

Sure thing, sweetie. Also, I have fic for you! I'll give you this one here/now, and more tomorrow. <333 (I'm working off both your abc prompt lists, btw. This is your Chalk, Alex Marshall/Drew Thomsen prompt.)

It started out simply enough: there was a Dollar Tree at the strip mall across from the venue, and the jumbo pack of sidewalk chalk was too good to pass up, especially with the stretch of empty, flat concrete in the parking lot.

Singer drew a hopscotch board and pouted until Cash agreed to play with him. Hunter and Drew had decided to make that more interesting by chucking rocks at the two of them as they made their way up the board and back. Ian, Johnson, and Danny were making chalk outlines in various positions, with Travis making up increasingly ridiculous songs about the murders behind them. Marshall shook his head and walked a little ways off from the rest of them. Sometimes he just needed a little space from the rest of them, a little room to be Alex Marshall and not one of the Alexes from The Cab.

He was involved in creating a village to go around his castle and didn’t notice anyone walking up until a giant shadow fell over his drawing. He stopped, waiting for whoever it was to kick him in the leg (Cash or Johnson) or say something (practically anyone else), but Drew just dropped down beside him and picked up the green chalk, sketching a malformed dragon a little ways off from Marshall’s village. The two of them worked in silence, sometimes reaching over to add on to the other’s work – Marshall thought the dragon would look better with red spikes on his tail, apparently Drew thought the walls of the castle needed flags – until Cash came running across the parking lot, Johnson right on his heels. Marshall sat back and sighed at his kingdom that now had sneaker prints in it.

“Apparently the giants were the real threat to your kingdom,” Drew said, getting to his feet and dusting the chalk off his hands.

“I wasn’t threatened by your dragon,” Marshall pointed out.

Drew smirked but didn’t say anything, just reached down to help Marshall up. Marshall wondered what he was missing, but let Drew pull him to his feet just the same. Drew didn’t let go right away, just stood there with Marshall’s hand in his and stared for a moment. “Maybe you should be,” he finally said, letting go as Singer and Travis came walking over.

“Recess is over, kids.”

Marshall watched Travis throw his arm around Drew and lead him away, back to their bus, and then turned to Singer.

“Nice castle,” Singer said. “Too bad the rain’s going to wash it all away.”

Marshall shrugged. It’s not like it was a great work of art or something. He’d seen better on the sidewalks in his neighborhood. Besides, he had a feeling that the rain wasn’t going to be able to wash everything away. He glanced at the We The Kings bus and found Drew staring at him. Something strange was going on there, with Drew. He wasn’t sure what, but he was determined to find out.