Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 12, 2007 21:42:12 GMT -5
Caylee was never good at judging relationships. So to call her and Ari an item was not up to her. She'd base it on Ari, and what she saw with him wasn't anything promising. Oh well.
But, they were hanging out a lot, which was always a plus. They'd meet after their respective classes, under that tree that they first met under, and usually either go out for a bite to eat or back to one of their dorms. Today, it's was Caylee's dorm.
The only thing bothering Caylee didn't even have to do with Ari, really. It was more of the fact that Emmett didn't know about him. Not that there was anything to know, but still. Emmie and boys that Cay knew never mixed together. Someone always ended up jealous, even if that someone denied it terribly.
Caylee and Ari sat on Cay's bed in her uberly small dorm. They chose hers because both of her roommates were out, and it was always better when there weren't questions being asked about why Caylee had two boys coming into her dorm regularly.
Ari was sprawled on his back, as usual, which made it difficult for Caylee to paint her toe nails. She had one leg bent up, her chin resting on her knee as her other leg was slightly less bent and her foot flexed. She was painting her nails black, not really her customary color. What was even more weird was that she was actually wearing her hot pink glasses, instead of her contacts.
"You're making the bed wiggle," she muttered, her jaw not moving much due to her knee.
But, they were hanging out a lot, which was always a plus. They'd meet after their respective classes, under that tree that they first met under, and usually either go out for a bite to eat or back to one of their dorms. Today, it's was Caylee's dorm.
The only thing bothering Caylee didn't even have to do with Ari, really. It was more of the fact that Emmett didn't know about him. Not that there was anything to know, but still. Emmie and boys that Cay knew never mixed together. Someone always ended up jealous, even if that someone denied it terribly.
Caylee and Ari sat on Cay's bed in her uberly small dorm. They chose hers because both of her roommates were out, and it was always better when there weren't questions being asked about why Caylee had two boys coming into her dorm regularly.
Ari was sprawled on his back, as usual, which made it difficult for Caylee to paint her toe nails. She had one leg bent up, her chin resting on her knee as her other leg was slightly less bent and her foot flexed. She was painting her nails black, not really her customary color. What was even more weird was that she was actually wearing her hot pink glasses, instead of her contacts.
"You're making the bed wiggle," she muttered, her jaw not moving much due to her knee.
