Starbucks and Sarcasm

[Matreania]

Dylan smiled, "Maybe a love story." he jokely stated. I didn't mean to sound serious, but she did mention love had so many emotions. The personality would be important too. All in all, it would be the kind of story that would make it clear that he could voice his personality and express different emotion stages.

 

[Morigan]

"You know," she said as she thought about his suggestion, "that's really not a bad idea. It would be right up the professor's alley, exactly what he is looking for." She tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the table. "But does it end happily? Or is it a tale of heartbreak? That's the question...lot's of emotion and personality in both."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan raise an eyebrow, "I know nothing about love, I was joking." Dylan sighed, "I would need a subject if I even attempted it. And the only person I can think of that has a general understanding is you and a girl from work. But I wouldn't ask her for help. I don't know much of anyone and those that I do, are not in the love business."

 

[Morigan]

"Well you don't have to be in love at the moment to know how it feels...I can help if you want?" she offered hesitantly. "Unless you have another idea..."

 

[Matreania]

"Nope. I lack emotions, remember? You can be my subject. Perhaps since it is a fictional story I can use you past love to make it a happier ending." Dylan said, he didn't want to deal with Amanda's smile and joy, if he had to ask her for help.

 

[Morigan]

"Oh, umm, yeah I guess?" she said. "Only if you change all the names and every thing, okay? I mean, that's really personal, and it was a hard time to get through so..." she trailed off and looked away, sad memories flashing through her head.

 

[Matreania]

"It is the only think I can think of. I'll change the name, maybe twist some of the events to suit to purpose." Dylan stated, notice how uncomfortable the idea seemed. "I don have someone else that would help me. I feel uneasy asking her."

 

[Morigan]

"It's okay...I mean, it's in the past. It shouldn't bother me so much." She shrugged. "When do you want to start?"

 

[Matreania]

"As soon as possible. Are you busy tomorrow?" Dylan asked, he wasn't sure where they would start. But he could take notes and write it in, when he got home. Although, he wasn't sure how to feel about asking to see her again. It seemed interesting, when she was around, some how.

 

[Morigan]

"No, tomorrow's fine," she told him. "Where would you like to meet?" She couldn't believe how much things had changed from the short time ago when they had met. She was actually looking forward to seeing him again, instead of hoping to never cross paths again like she did that first day.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan thought for a moment, "You should pick. I think it would only be fair. Probably should warn you that I can meet around noon tomorrow." Dylan said.

 

[Morigan]

"Alright, why don't we meet at my dorm? I can show you some old pictures that might help as you write...if you like." She said, a bit uncomfortably. She tore off a scrap a paper and wrote down here dorm building and room number.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan raise an eyebrow, "You've still got pictures? Why? I thought it was a bad memory? " Dylan what he thought about this. For a brief moment he thought it bothered him. But heshock the thought out. He wasn't sure what to think about it.

 

[Morigan]

"It didn't start out bad...but then they never do. I keep them as a reminder...of what can happen." She shifted in her seat, agitated by her old memories. "So, tomorrow? Noon?"

 

[Matreania]

Dylan nodded with a serious expression, "I'll be on time. " With a sigh, "I should get going. I haven't slept and I should get a few hours before my shift of classes and work. " He grinned, as he got to his feet. "I'll see you tomorrow. "

 

[Morigan]

His smile brought a smile to her own face, chasing away the sadness from a moment ago. She also stood, collecting her things. "Tomorrow then."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan smirked as he left Melanie on the table. He was looking forward to meeting her tomorrow. But now he needed to tRyan and sleep for a while before class.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie left a few minute later and headed to her afternoon classes. Her evening passed quickly, and before she knew it her classes were over and she was back in her dorm, getting ready to go to sleep.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan sighed as he went thru the patient chart. What's wrong? " Amanda said, as she walked up to him.


"We are having problems lowering this patient's glucose. "


"Do you think it's something major? "


"Don't know, it just doesn't make sense."


"What does the doctor say?"


"He is just as clueless. I need to figure this out."


"Maybe a quick coffee break would work."


"Can't. I don't drink coffee it'll keep me up. I have a meeting tomorrow. "


"Oh. For class?"


"Someone is helping me with my personality. Currently we are going over a love interest she had."


"Love? I can help you if you..."


"No, I just need to get my head around this. I'll see you later Amanda" he stated as he walked away. Not noticing the jealous expression on Amanda's face as he did.

 

[Morigan]

As the noon drew closer the next day, Melanie dug out an old box from the back of her closet. She began to rifle through the pictures, ticket stubs, and old memories. She sighed and dug out the happiest pictures, hoping they'd help Dylan's writing project. Once he was done, she thought about burning the box...why did she even bother keeping it anyway? She laid the pictures out on her desk and laid back on her bed for a few moments. Thinking about Cory always gave her a headache.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan knocked at exactly 11:30, hoping Melanie was there. He had followed the directions exactly, so he was sure this was the place. He sighed, his meaner bag, again on his shoulder, it was not common for him to carry it. But he left his paper in the bag and he still wanted to rethink over the child's file a bet.

 

[Morigan]

The knock on her door roused her and she crossed her room to open the door. "Hey," she said when she saw Dylan. "C'mon in." She stepped to the side to let him into her small room.


The room was a standard university dorm: four plain white walls, small twin bed, closet, desk, shelves and a couple chairs. Melanie had covered her walls with posters and prints of famous authors and classic artwork and tiny white lights were strung up across the ceiling.


"How do you want to start this?" she asked with an unsure hand gesture between Dylan and herself.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan raised his eyebrow, she looked like something was wrong. Walking in, he took a quick glance around, "Are you sure this is okay? You look flustered, and I doubt it had to do with your day." Dylan stayed, looking at her.


Dylan took his paper from his bag, "I finished the paper. We can go over it, for sure." He handed it to her.

 

[Morigan]

"Yeah it's fine, just...you know," she said sitting in one of the chairs and gesturing to the other for Dylan to take a seat.


"Well, I guess you don't, but that's why we're doing this right?" she laughed at her own terrible joke and began reading through the paper.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan tighten his lips and swayed it to the side for a moment, before seating where he was directed. He didn't think she was okay with it at all. She might just be doing it because he suggested. He sighed, waiting in silence. He wasn't going to push her, it would probably just cause a fight, and that was not what he was there for.