CP: Wow, Merril. You suddenly got popular. (stares at ask box)
Merril: (over her shoulder) I know, I didn’t think that would happen. (surprised)
CP: They all want to know who the guy you like is.
Merril: (embarrassed) Do they really have to know? It’s hopeless and I might be leaving for Dobry anyway and…
CP: My ask box is filling up. They might start taking bets.
Merril: Oh… (sighs, sits down)
CP: Tell me exactly what happened.
Merril: But you already know. Can we not go into it?
CP: Hey, this is your only chance. It’s not going to appear in the FF.net canon. Might as well.
Merril hugged her books to her chest as she hurried down the corridor one day during Sophomore year. She was late to lunch and she was absolutely starving. Hopefully, Danny kept his word and was saving her the last of the pudding cups in the cafeteria.
That was when she passed by the courtyard, stopping when she heard a familiar voice.
A burst of familiar laughter. “Not my type! Geez. Sure he’s…I guess you could call him hot, but he’s got too many airs.”
Merril peered around the corner just as she spotted the pack of Juniors, two of them day students, and one of them she knew. Spencer added, “I don’t even know why we’re having this discussion.”
"Hey, you started it by asking who I’d go for if I had to go out with a dude and I had to choose between either Wes or Danny," protested one of the day boys, sipping on a cup of coffee.
"And you asked me who I’d go for if I had to choose between Charlie and Justin.” There was hysterical laughter from the boys.
"I called you picking Charlie," said the other day student, also taking a drought of coffee.
"So? You would’ve. Charlie’s all right, Justin can be a holy terror if he wanted to. I’ve known him since we were freshmen." Spencer snorted.
"I got one!" said the first Junior, grinning, gesturing with his cup. "What about that dude Portman?"
Merril’s eyes widened as she ducked away from view, cheeks flaring and heart pounding. What in the world were they even…? She peered over again, hands shaking.
But Spencer snorted as he drank his coffee. “What’s wrong with you? I definitely wouldn’t!”
Merril swallowed and ducked away, running to the direction of the cafeteria now, heart in her throat and eyes stinging. Of course he wouldn’t. Spencer was nice…but he wasn’t the type.
CP: Oh…so that’s how it went. (smile)
Merril: (brushes down her skirt and shrugs) That was last year… What’s the big deal?
CP: You still like Spencer?
Merril: …I guess but…not that it matters anymore. I’m going to Dobry Hall, hell or high water, and Spencer graduates this year. (shrug)
CP: (nods) huh…I wonder…