Summary: Kandy at Berkeley. Their first meeting.
Disclaimer: I wish I did but I don't.
Now I don't think this would really have happened because I doubt Sandy and Kirsten were in any of the same classes but nevermind. We've just been to Hull University for a visit and in an attempt to save myself from death-by-boredom I made up lots of scenarios in my head. This was the main one. Enjoy! And please review. Thank you.
Mr Tolliver's Class
Sandy Cohen slumped down in his seat. Tolliver's lecture had only just begun but he was already in a state of near-comatose boredom. At least until a petite blonde rushed in and pitched herself into the nearest unoccupied seat which just happened to be the one next to him.
'Can I sit here,' she asked, her face red with embarrassment as over a hundred pairs of eyes focussed on her.
'Sure,' he replied agreeably.
Tolliver coughed impatiently and continued to talk. But Sandy wasn't listening anymore; he was engaged in watching the girl beside him. She caught his eye and smiled shyly before turning back to the lecturer.
…
Twenty minutes later Sandy was trying to take notes and failing miserably. His neighbour was doodling aimlessly, obviously as bored as he was. He reached over and scrawled amidst the sketches, 'Art major?'
She looked surprised at the interruption for a moment before leaning towards his notebook, 'Art history,' she wrote, 'you?'
'Law,' he wrote back.
She started to draw a pair of scales. Sandy attempted a flower which caused her to almost snort with laughter.
'Sandy Cohen,' he penned on her sheet.
'Kirsten Nichol,' her cursive script was a contrast to his scribbled notes.
'Nice to meet you'
'Ditto'
…
'Bored?' he scribbled a while later.
'Chronically'
'Might just top myself!'
'Don't'
'Aw, I didn't know you cared'
'I just don't like blood!'
Sandy stuck his tongue out at her and she did the same.
…
'Stop looking at me'
'Why?'
'It's creepy'
'But it's a pleasure'
'Ok, really creepy'
'Sorry, I'll go to sleep instead'
'Tolliver does have a rather soporific voice'
'Tell me about it…zzzzzzzz'
Sandy shut his eyes but continued to peep at Kirsten.
'Oy!'
He ignored her note until she prodded him with her pen.
'I'm sleeping'
Kirsten sighed and tried to concentrate on the lecture again. Nope, it wasn't happening. Damn Sandy Cohen.
'I'm gonna fail this class because of you'
'Nah'
'Uhu, have you seen my notes?'
'What notes?'
'Exactly'
It was Sandy's turn to stifle a laugh. 'I'll get them off my mate; he did this class last semester, you can borrow them if you like'
'Thanks'
…
The dull lecture finally drew to a close and Kirsten glanced at Sandy who was 'sleeping' again. 'Sandy,' she muttered shaking his arm.
His eyes flew open at the jolt of adrenaline that coursed through his body. Kirsten paused, her hand on his arm, the weirdest feeling in her stomach.
'Lecture's over,' she said, gathering her files together, her hands trembling slightly.
'Thank God,' Sandy declared, standing up giving himself a mental shake. He caught sight of another sketch on Kirsten's notebook, 'Hey…'
She bit her lip and tried to hide the page but Sandy tugged it towards him, laughing at what he saw. At the bottom of the page was a caricature of himself tilting back in his chair, eyes shut and hair wild from where he'd ran his hands through it when the tedium was exasperating.
'Sorry,' she murmured.
'No worries,' he told her, 'it's really good.'
She smiled, 'It just Tolliver's classes are so incredibly boring you know.'
'Oh I think perhaps I found something to make them a little more interesting,' he said grinning, a roguish twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
Kirsten smiled sheepishly, ducking her head, 'Same time next week then?'
'Yeah,' Sandy replied, hesitating for a moment before asking, 'fancy grabbing a coffee? I could do with something to wake me up.'
'Okay.'
Was that sweet enough for you? Can't you just imagine them keeping those bits of paper forever? Well…I can! I think maybe the touching thing was a bit corny, should I cut that?
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