Based on that tumblr prompt with the red bull and coffee. Ellimony. Enjoy!
Ugh.
I hated college, especially because my first class was at 7, I had to cross the snow-covered lawn, wet, cold, and miserable. What fun. Our professor was kind of mean,but it was close to exams. Thus, it was just a study day in the library, but the tension was very high.
I strode across the soggy field, very wet from the melted snow. I tugged at my scarf and pulled my trenchcoat closer around me. I got a snowball to the back of the head from Stew Mitchum, whom I absolutely despised. I flipped him off and quickened my stride, my boots crunching on the frozen grass.
Ah yes, college.
I pulled open the door to the library and sat down at the nearest table. No one else was sitting there. I opened my messenger bag and pulled out my books, and started reading. I was soon interrupted, however, when a guy with brown hair and chestnut eyes sat down next to me, looking incredibly stressed out. He was wearing a green army jacket, faded red scarf, and a black t-shirt, with dark-wash, ripped skinny jeans. He was hot, as in very.
Understatement of the century.
He smiled at me, a tired, strained smile. "Are you ok?" I asked. I'd never seen him before.
He pulled out a can of red bull and took a sip of it. He frowned and poured it into his coffee.
"I'm going to die." He deadpanned (Bad pun, sorry), and took a sip.
I snorted. "Yeah, college is pretty much hell. What's your major?" I asked.
"Forensic Sciences. You?" He asked, eyes curious and warm.
"Oh, Graphic Design, and I'm minoring in Marine sciences." I explained. He nodded thoughtfully.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Ellington. Ellington Feint. And you?" I inquired.
He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, smirking. I was unsure if I trusted this mysterious boy, no matter how freaking gorgeous he was.
"Lemony Snicket. My friends call me Snicket, and sometimes sarcastic twat. Either is okay." He snarked, eyes mischievous. Lemony. That's an odd name, but nice.
I smirked back. A smile that could've meant anything.
"Well, Mr. Snicket, I suppose that we are out of time. See you around." I responded, standing up. As I pushed in my chair, he spun around.
"Wait! I was, um, wondering if, uh, you might want to get dinner sometime? Is Friday ok?" He asked, blushing and shuffling his feet awkwardly, smiling a little nervously.
"Sure, Snicket." I smiled and strode out the door, face pink.
Today had been a pretty good day, and my roommate, Kit, was going to freak out. I wonder if she's related to this guy.