Fic: Sleep

Jul. 14th, 2017 09:20 pm
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SUMMER HOLIDAYS!!! I am behind with comments and everything and I will start replying tomorrow AND write more than one nonsensical paragraph per day. But as for today, I give you something rather autobiographical again.

There are a myriad of things happening on the last day of school at JC. Some start with tears, some end with them, some are happy tears, some sad ones (there is, it may be noteworthy, quite a bit of crying going on. Some people blame pollen.). At some point or other during the upcoming holidays, every JCer will most probably have a moment of fond recollection of one moment or other from this Friday.

There is, however, one small incident worth mentioning now. It's late afternoon – all report cards have been handed out, most of the kids are busy packing, and Viggo is in the kitchen of Arnor House, trying to bake a cake for John's retirement bash (emphasis on 'trying) – when Maddy Friedman pokes his shoulder, clears her throat and then beckons him to follow her. She is only five feet tall, but Viggo (hands covered in flour) still does as he is told because of the long-suffering expression on her face. She will make a fine actress one day soon, he thinks as he follows her up the stairs to her room. There is a reason why both Johnny and Eric won't shut up about the comedic talent that she regularly shows in drama club.

She doesn't disappoint this time either. When she halts in front of her open door and wordlessly points inside, the first thing that Viggo sees is her room mate Patricia Cole who is sitting at her desk and grinning broadly. Maddy's face, on the other hand, still shows nothing but exasperation. When Viggo raises an eyebrow at her, she grabs his sleeve and pulls him into the door frame, then points at her bed, shoved up to the side of the wall, that is substituting as a couch during daytime.

And kudos to her, and to Eric's and Johnny's skills as drama tutors. Because when Viggo sees what she is pointing at, he can't help but laugh out loud. There are Thomas Pierce and Devon Shaw, Maddy's and Patricia's boyfriends, sitting on the couch-bed with their backs leaned against the wall and their faces slack. They are fast asleep. So is the third person in the row, leaned against the wall as well, a copy of the play that Maddy has been writing all year, on his lap. It's Eric of course.

'He fell asleep in the middle of the third act,' Maddy says and points at Eric.

'So did Thommy and Dev,' Patricia says, that huge grin still on her face. 'Maybe the play isn't that good, Mads.'

Maddy gives her a dark glare that silences Patricia before she looks back at Viggo expectantly.

'I'm sure it's exciting,' Viggo says, even though she doesn't particularly seem in need of reassurance. 'We all just had a long year, right?'

'Yeah, sure,' Maddy says with a shrug, then points her thumb at Eric again whose jaw has dropped a bit now. He'll be snoring in about two minutes.

'Can you maybe wake him anyway and get him, like, elsewhere? I need my bed to pack my suitcase.'
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