Noodle would wake up from dreams about that kiss. It was "meant to be playful" she remembered. He was "aiming for her nose".
He must've "missed"!
He said all these things as if he knew it was bullshit. He said it in a tone that was clearly sarcastic. That's when Noodle realised how his smooth behavior was taking over because his ego was coming back. With no Murdoc to take him down a peg he was doomed to be more narcissistic with time. Perhaps over confident? And maybe more seductive to boot. It seemed as though Noodle knew of the storm before it hit her. In a way she wanted it to. But she also needed to let it come when it was ready and not in college trying to wrap up the last part of its degree. Noodle sighed and stretched on the couch as she opened her phone. Stuart had just left for classes today and it was time to focus on herself. Time to go out and see what this city had. So she got up and walked out the door with the book store in mind to flip through maybe some graphic novels would be a nice investment. So she continued her stroll with herself. Thinking of donuts and coffee as she smelled the scent in the air. Campus towns were so peaceful by day. What she wanted was the excitement of night. Something she craved since the night 2D took her dancing and they almost started a bar fight.
Stuart was taking notes and not once daring to look up from his books. Jotting this and summarizing that. His hand was bound to cramp by the end of class. Regardless it was something he wanted to put the effort into. Scribbling on the paper echoed in his mind as he didn't even see the girl by his side who cleared her throat. He nearly jumped in his skin when he made eye contact as the sudden sound of her voice startled him for some reason. "Pardon. Just wondering if ya were here to get your masters er summink," she asked. Her hair was dyed a soft pink at the tips and was otherwise platinum blonde. She had green eyes with a silver hue. Stuart cleared his throat and fought the blush. "Um no not really. I quit three years in to go back to my band and I'm trying to make up that last fourth year." He admitted. "I prolly sound like I wasn't that passionate about law but I swear I am," he admitted rubbing his neck shyly. That's when the teacher called for them to be quiet and he shrugged at the girl by his side and wrote a tiny note out of torn paper asking her name. Her response was on the back of that paper. The name Shia with a number under it. Of course the note was decorated with little hearts.
Years later and he still got it.
"Scuse me?" Some male voiced asked. Noodle jolted awake sitting straight up in the cushy recliner. The book over her head flopping onto her lap and loosing her place. Girls studying behind her giggling at Noodle for her awkwardness. "Don't mind them, they just think they got they're shit together way more then anyone else." He said. Judging by his look he was an art student who was covered in tattoos and wore a black t shirt that matched his messy raven hair and small beard. He was younger then Noodle, but anyone who looked at him could admit that he almost looked like a male version of her. Green eyes, dark hair, muscular build, and laid back seeming attitude. But perhaps Noodle was reading him far too quickly. "Don't seem like a law student. You here for the art school?" Noodle asked. "Never gonna do law. Thank fuck I'm not, those bastards are all so pretentious." He admitted. "Not unlike those bitches who laughed at you might I add," he said pretending to whisper. Failing on purpose however catching a glare that could intimidate tigers from the girls studying and gossiping. Noodle was intrigued by the gossip and leaned with her elbows on her knees from where she sat. "Pretentious you say? Do tell,"
The guy smirked and took a seat. In a way even though Noodle was reminded of herself in him something also gave a Murdoc sort of vibe about him too in a weird way. Admittedly she found that even more alluring.
"That entire table fucked their professors and paid off the dean," he said lowly, this time not trying to be heard. "Its no secret. Its how most of these students get anywhere. That's why an art college was opened here to hide the secret. So if anything looked bad the crimes can be pinned on the crazy art students and their unorthodox ways," he added with air quotes. "The only legitimately good people are in this frat called Octo Tri Lotta. I'm trying to get on their good side. Problem is most people are seen as shifty if they don't come in with a friend or a date,"
Noodle smirked. "Nice segway. Didn't catch your name though, pretty bumpy with the attempt there," Noodle admitted. "Names Wayne. You?"
"Noodle, I shit you not. Wish I was, but I'm not." She admitted. "Never thought the cutest thing I ever saw was named after food." He admitted. "Never thought I'd meet a guy whose name rhymed with lame,"
"The nineties called and it wants the word lame back,"
"The eighties called and it wants that joke format back,"
"Do you wanna just go get high behind the building?" Wayne said upfront. "Another reason to love art students," Noodle said smirking. The two got up and walked off. Leaving behind a silent store. Needless to say he had taken her all kinds of places looking over the campus town till his classes started. Today was figure drawing and before leaving, he told Noodle she should volunteer before hopping on his bike and driving off.
With his number in her hand she smiled and said
"Yeah, I really should,"