Routine

When they had been working on Senior Year the two of them had had a morning routine: she would get up at 5:30 in order to get to school by 6:30. Mrs. Darbus would let her into the school and the music room would already be open. By 6:35 she was working fervently on her music, creating orchestral scores and lyrics and everything Ryan could imagine with a pot of tea warming up on a hot plate borrowed from the science lab.

He himself would come in at 7, right when the doors opened for regular school members, and immediately head straight to where she was. He would pour himself a cup of tea in the mug that was always conspicuously set out for him, watching mostly in silence as she worked on whatever song it was, though occasionally he threw out an idea of his own as he imagined the choreography going along with it. Then the warning bell would sound and each of them gathered up the music and headed towards Mrs. Darbus' home room, awake and ready to start the day.

When they came to Julliard they imagined that their routine would change, that they wouldn't be able to see as much of each other over their years at college as they had in high school. As it turned out their routine had easily carried over--they no longer met in the music room of East High, but they always went out for breakfast and tea no matter how early their classes were. They would stay up together in one or the other's room until the wee hours of the morning, Ryan helping Kelsi with whatever piece she was working on for her composition classes and Kelsi creating small pieces just for Ryan to create his choreography to ("Unique choreographers deserve one-of-a-kind pieces," she'd tell him with a sparkle in her eyes, "so nobody else can claim it as their own.").

By the second semester both of them had forgotten their illogical fears from the beginning of the year--no matter what the circumstances the routines in their lives would always include the other. And Ryan, frankly, wouldn't have it any other way.

Just a quick little thing I thought up... last night, maybe? I don't know, my life's kinda been going whoooooo over my head recently. :) Anyway, this drabble is 406 words and also contains very little dialogue, hehe. Oh, description, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! :) And remember, reviews are loved!

-WS