Clary Maston

Oh, hey.

Oh, yeah? What is it? Do you need help studying or something? ‘Cuz I can help you if you want. [He scratched his head.] I have to take Art History 2 at some point, then Design Fundamentals, Painting 2, Visual Concepts, or Art and Language as an elective. I have my generals to finish. So, boring math classes and stuff has to be finished first.

"Oh its okay. Its just US Foregin Policy since 1945. Basically I just needed to look at all my terms one more time. The teacher is doing it so that we just have to give as much information as possible for certain terms. Pretty easy as long as I remember everything I've put on my study guide. Unless you want to quiz me? Oh, I feel you there. I just want to take all the literature classes now. Why in the world do they require general education classes?"

Oh, hey.

[Silently, PJ had been watching her, but that was no different than normal. When she waved to get his attention, he took an ear bud out and draped it over one of his ears.] Yeah, I took my last one this morning. Now, I just need to pick my classes for next semester.

"Lucky. I swear I won't take night classes again. Okay, that might be a lie, but I hate having night finals. One more in an hour and then I'm in the clear." Leaning up against wall, Clary nodded slowly. "What classes are you looking at taking?"

rosie-harwood-blog

I was supposed to go Christmas shopping, but I only made it as far as Victoria’s Secret… Oops.

"Didn't want to do your christmas shopping there I'm guessing?"

#c:rosie

Oh, hey.

Uh, alright. [PJ looked Clary over, quickly taking in her appearance before placing his earbuds back in with a soft smile.]

Walking past him, Clary picked up the binder she had been looking for before turning around and looking back at him. Giving him a small wave, she smiled. "All done with finals?"

tyler-other-hart

Their stories can’t be that interesting. Probably all war stories too and I can play video games about war. I’ve missed a lot of school, so I’m super behind. Which sucks.

"Not all are war stories. There was a gentleman that used to Marilyn Monroe's agent that I would go talk to all the time. He unfortuantely died, but you could just imagine how much fun and crazy his stories would be. Plus, you do realize that those video games are far from realistic right? Could you try a tutor?"

Oh, hey.

"Oh sorry. Don't mind me. I just forgot my binder for my last final in the back. You can go back to listening to your music."

tyler-other-hart

Since I’m probably not going to get to graduate this year anyways, that means I don’t have to go talk to old people, right?

"The old people aren't that bad. They usually have pretty good stories if you ask for them. Why aren't you graduating though?"

#c:greg

Adding the final pieces to my art porfolio is hard.

[A small smile spread across his face before he got up and went to change the music. He let a hand rake through his hair as he put a song on. When she asked if he did it all this year, he moved back over to her and nodded just before sitting down in his previous spot.] Uh, yeah, just this semester. He gives us a concept, a few notes on how to effectively use them and produce the effect better, and then he gives us time to perfect it before moving on. And this is what I’ve done this far.

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Looking up briefly, Clary smiled. "I love this song. Perfect for the weather out too don't you think?" Looking back down at the artwork in front of her, she studied each piece quietly before turning the page making sure to note her favorites. Pausing on a sketch of herself, she let her fingers hover for a bit longer than she had on the others before pulling her hand away and pushing her hair out of her face. "They're gorgeous. I can see why you can't pick from them. I think this one is a definite yes, and then the painting of the flower and the sketch at the beginning. How many more did you need?"

Adding the final pieces to my art porfolio is hard.

Yeah, I guess. [He smiled.] I’m sure, go ahead. I’m not nervous. I know you’re not gonna tell me that, because even if you did you wouldn’t. You should, but you wouldn’t. [PJ cleared his throat.]

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Rolling her eyes, Clary grabbed the edge of the portfolio before looking up at him and smiling gently. "Go change the music while I look through this. You're going to make me nervous standing there while I judge everything. And I won't say it because nothing will suck." Looking back down, she let her hair fall in front of her face as she opened up the portfolio. Her fingers danced across the artwork as she took them all in. "Wow, these are really good. Did you do them all this year?"

Adding the final pieces to my art porfolio is hard.

Knowing him, he will. But, I mean, I’m confident with my stuff. At least, for his class anyway. [Gulping nervously, he bit his lip.] How can I say no to that? Biology is the worst. [He handed the portfolio over to her, now chewing on his lip.]

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"Well if you're confident then I guess it wouldn't be too bad if you just threw stuff in there willie nillie would it?" Taking the portfolio from him, Clary looked up at him as she let her hand slide over it. "Are you sure? You look nervous. It's not like I'm going to tell you I hate it all."

Adding the final pieces to my art porfolio is hard.

I-I um. [PJ looked down at his drawings and shook his head.] Nah, I’m good. I’ll probably just end up throwing all of it in the portfolio and let him choose what he wants to grade.

"That's no fun. I mean what if he chooses the worst ones from the bunch? Seriously, I'd love to do something other than Biology. I think it's turning my brain to mush."

Adding the final pieces to my art porfolio is hard.

I hate finals.

"Do you need help narrowing it down by chance? I could use a break from the books."

Thanksgiving || Clary + PJ

"Hey, you’re gonna fit in well around here if that’s you’re attitude for today. My mom is gonna keep you stuffed." PJ felt Clary’s hand on his shoulder and it relaxed him ever so slightly. "That’s actually really true, except I’ve been reduced to a blow up mattress in the kitchen with my cousins instead of the couch. Uncle Fred called dibs on that when he got here." At her comment, he chuckled. "I don’t expect you to. But, they might." As they entered the large space all eyes were on them. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Mom, aunts, cousins, and grandma; this is Clary." PJ looked over at his best friend with a reassuring smile. "Clary this is all the ladies in my family minus some of the girls in the living room or upstairs." For just a moment, he left her to make his way through the kitchen and put the flowers in a vase with some water just before presenting them to his mother while the women fawned over Clary. "Mom, Clary brought these for you. They are your favorite, I don’t know how she knew." With an innocent shrug, he returned to Clary’s side.

"Well my plan was to stuff myself with whatever meal I could concoct in the dorms. You just made it easier on me to fulfill my goal by taking out the cooking. I still feel like I should have brought a pie or something." Laughing, Clary tried to picture people making a mad scramble for beds in the house to the point where someone would actually feel the need to call dibs on a couch. She had to admit, the image was nice and she almost wished she could have a life like it. "Are you sleeping on the mattress alone or do you all share one? I'd like to think its the former." As they walked into the kitchen, Clary froze instantly as the eyes hit her. There were more women than she had expected, but after the initial shock wore off, she softened immediately and started shaking hands and dodging kisses on the cheek when she could. Smiling at his mother, Clary just winked at the woman before speaking brightly. "Thank you so much for having me. Is there anything I can do to help? I'm pretty good in the kitchen and do just about any task you put in front of me." As PJ returned to her side, she naturally took a step towards him, more so out of comfort than anything else.

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Thanksgiving || Clary + PJ

"Oh, yeah, duh. Happy Thanksgiving." PJ returned the expression back to her, mentally kicking himself for forgetting the reason why she was even here. He took the flowers in his arm. "Hey, didn’t I tell you that you could have all the glory? I’ve never gone back on my word, have I?" After she was past him, he shut the door and stood by her side ignoring the faces and stares from the men in the living room that he could see from his peripheral vision. "Well, the twins and the ladies went to work yesterday on prepping everything, so it could have taken a lot longer than it did. But, I’d have to say a good six hours they’ve been in there. I mean, a lot of that is chatting and gossiping though." He nodded towards the kitchen and started walking towards the place. "Sorry it’s so crowded in here. We’ve got brothers and sisters and cousins and parents from both sides. There’s someone in every room, at least."