Series: Teenage Wasteland
Title:Ivy and Time
Summary:Vista and Jon discuss colleges.
Author's Note: I haven't updated in nearly a year due to computer issues and writer's bloke. Still, I love this series and its characters. So, I bring you guys this little 'missing' scene with a promise of new chapters and stories soon. This takes place in mid-February of 2004.
Vista Forman carefully placed her papers onto the kitchen table. She had sure they stayed in order from most wanted to least wanted. This was important and she wasn't about to let things get ruined by mistakes. Over the past year she had narrowed her choices from thirty to ten. If things went as well as she hoped they would, she'd have to narrow it down to five within the next year.
"There." Stepping away from the table, Vista took a moment to admire her work. It was completely perfect.
"Vista!" Vista felt herself jump as the side door slid open with a small banging sound. "Hey, there you are." Vista offered Jon a tight smile in response to his brilliant one. "And you're not happy. Huh." Jon cocked his head to one side, apparently trying to get a closer look at Vista. "Did Holder spit in your pudding again? 'Cause I told him to stop doing that."
"Ew and no."
"Okay."
Vista gave Jon a look before sighing softly. "I just would rather not have you here at the moment, that's all." She shooed him back toward the door. "Goodbye and have a lovely evening."
Giving Vista the once over, Jon had to laugh. As if she could get rid of him that easily. With a shake of the head, he moved to the table and took a seat. "What's with the papers?" The moment he picked up a paper, Vista let out a small noise that sounded more like a mouse then a girl. "Yale? Vista," he glanced up to see that she was blushing. "why do you have applications to colleges?"
"Because you need them to get in to the colleges." Vista replied in a little, embarrassed whisper. Jon just continued to stare at her. "And, maybe...I'm kind of...applying...to them. 'Cause, I maybe...kind of...decided to go for early graduation. And, maybe...kind of...decided to apply to my top ten choices. 'Cause maybe I'm graduating in a few months and maybe I'll start college sooner than you."
If Jon had been drinking, he was sure he would have spit his drink out. Instead, he nodded calmly. "Alright." There was a rather long and awkward pause. "What about P. P. C. C.?"
Vista let out a small laugh. "Please, I'm not going there."
"Don't be such a school snob." Jon picked up the other applications. "Yale, Brown, M.I.T., Cornell, Dartmouth, Columbia, University of Pennsylvania, Princeton, Harvard, and Stanford."
"You know, I had considered other colleges." Vista spoke up from her spot by the bar. "I just had to narrow it down."
"So," Jon slowly put the applications back on the table, before folding his hands in his lap. "you've narrowed it down to marrying a WASP?"
"No!" Vista rolled her eyes, slightly disgusted with Jon's suggestion. "I'm trying to decide on a future."
"You're fourteen years old!"
"A fourteen year old that's going to college soon." Vista retorted. She let out another sigh, before taking a seat at the table. "Anyway, I'm really considering these. Though, I think Columbia might be taken out of the mix." Jon raised an eyebrow. "Well, all those starlets go there when they suddenly decide they want some nonsense degree. I don't want to sit next to the star of the latest teen melodrama in my American poetry class!"
Jon nodded. He could understand where Vista was coming from, he really could. "What's with M.I.T.? Great school, but I can't see you there. Can't see you at Princeton either." He paused in thought for a moment. "I could see you at Harvard, though."
"Yeah. Harvard, that's far away."
Jon smirked at her. "They're all far away, Vista." With a shake of his head and an inward 'I can't believe I'm doing this.', Jon grabbed one of Vista's hands. "Listen, have you even discussed this with your parents?"
"Yes, and they're happy that they could end up with a room for the baby." Jon made a face. "And," Vista quickly went on. "sad that I could leave. I take the SAT in a couple of months. And, then there's paper work and I have to get in to one of these schools."
"You'll get in." He didn't want to sound sad about it, but he knew he did. "It'll be cool. I'll just have to find a job or whatever near by."
Vista felt her lips widen in a smile. "You'd come with me?"
"Yeah, in a year. Until then...you'll just have to promise not to hook up with an perverts."
"Done." With that, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Okay, we need to take out Brown." Jon gave her a questioning look. "Cute guys, kind of on the dumber side of the smarter college kids. I don't want to be tempted."
Jon let out a laugh, before taking the Brown application and ripping it up.
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