"So this your house?" he asked driving up the driveway slowly.
"Yes, yes it is."
"Cool." He said shutting the car off. They both got out and walked up the porch steps and into the house.
"Want coffee?" Rory asked setting her backpack down in the living room.
"Ugh... sure." He nodded while putting his backpack down also and following her into the kitchen. "So did you decide on anything that you'd like to do for the project?" he asked leaning against the counter where she was pouring two mugs of coffee.
"Um...kinda. How about we do something like administration hierocracy?" She smiled. "Or is that really meat loaf they serve in the cafeteria." She handed him his mug and they both took a long sip.
"Good ideas, but I think we have some work to do." He smiled back at her.
She nodded in agreement. She liked being civil with each other. But she also enjoyed the playful banter between them. The mixture was nice. "Lets go work on this in the living room. We have a lot to get done."
"So eager to get on a couch with me Mary?" He whispered into her ear. "Not like I'm complaining." He said as he backed away and followed her down the small hallway.
She smiled so that he couldn't see. "Yes Tristan. You figured me out." She laughed and sat down on the couch, opening her yellow backpack and pulling a notebook out. He did the same. Soon they were hard at work brainstorming ideas and writing rough copies of their paper. They had discussed and agreed on writing the paper on student achievement and what exactly motivates them to get the grades they get. It wasn't the best topic, but they could both agree on it and think of many objectives to add to the paper.
When the rough copies were finally complete, it was about five o'clock. "Take turns typing it?" Tristan suggested. They both massaged their sore fingers from writing numerous pages of information. She nodded. "Who first?" He asked.
She looked at him evilly. "You." She placed her laptop in front of him. "Begin typing!" She laughed.
"So not fair!" He protested. "But it'll be better to get my time done first! Coffee?" he asked holding out his cup for a refill.
"It's the least I could do." Rory set out for the kitchen and when she was almost done filling Tristan's cup, he appeared in the kitchen. "Your time is so not over."
"I know. I just need a cigarette." He said holding up his pack and walking out on the back porch. She followed him.
"I guess you can have a break." She smiled at him and took a sip of her coffee.
"Have you ever tried a cigarette?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "Good. Don't it's a nasty habit."
"Are you trying to quit?" She asked.
He nodded. "Trying is the key word. As you see it hasn't been working too well." He took a drag and flicked some ash off. "So... Rory. Are you liking this as much as I am?" he asked.
"What?" She asked confused.
"The civil ness between us." He informed her.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah I do." He nodded in agreement and understanding.
"Yes, yes it is."
"Cool." He said shutting the car off. They both got out and walked up the porch steps and into the house.
"Want coffee?" Rory asked setting her backpack down in the living room.
"Ugh... sure." He nodded while putting his backpack down also and following her into the kitchen. "So did you decide on anything that you'd like to do for the project?" he asked leaning against the counter where she was pouring two mugs of coffee.
"Um...kinda. How about we do something like administration hierocracy?" She smiled. "Or is that really meat loaf they serve in the cafeteria." She handed him his mug and they both took a long sip.
"Good ideas, but I think we have some work to do." He smiled back at her.
She nodded in agreement. She liked being civil with each other. But she also enjoyed the playful banter between them. The mixture was nice. "Lets go work on this in the living room. We have a lot to get done."
"So eager to get on a couch with me Mary?" He whispered into her ear. "Not like I'm complaining." He said as he backed away and followed her down the small hallway.
She smiled so that he couldn't see. "Yes Tristan. You figured me out." She laughed and sat down on the couch, opening her yellow backpack and pulling a notebook out. He did the same. Soon they were hard at work brainstorming ideas and writing rough copies of their paper. They had discussed and agreed on writing the paper on student achievement and what exactly motivates them to get the grades they get. It wasn't the best topic, but they could both agree on it and think of many objectives to add to the paper.
When the rough copies were finally complete, it was about five o'clock. "Take turns typing it?" Tristan suggested. They both massaged their sore fingers from writing numerous pages of information. She nodded. "Who first?" He asked.
She looked at him evilly. "You." She placed her laptop in front of him. "Begin typing!" She laughed.
"So not fair!" He protested. "But it'll be better to get my time done first! Coffee?" he asked holding out his cup for a refill.
"It's the least I could do." Rory set out for the kitchen and when she was almost done filling Tristan's cup, he appeared in the kitchen. "Your time is so not over."
"I know. I just need a cigarette." He said holding up his pack and walking out on the back porch. She followed him.
"I guess you can have a break." She smiled at him and took a sip of her coffee.
"Have you ever tried a cigarette?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "Good. Don't it's a nasty habit."
"Are you trying to quit?" She asked.
He nodded. "Trying is the key word. As you see it hasn't been working too well." He took a drag and flicked some ash off. "So... Rory. Are you liking this as much as I am?" he asked.
"What?" She asked confused.
"The civil ness between us." He informed her.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah I do." He nodded in agreement and understanding.