Post-Exam Destress
I haven't officially posted my writing in while but uhhh...
Happy Valentine's Day!
I may post this on AO3 in my collection of short stories about these two :)
Boomer preemptively flinches as he clicks the submit and then subsequently exhales a relieved sigh. Holy shit he passed... Actually, he passed the homework. The rest of the class was still up in the air. He really shouldn’t have put off doing biology II. It was straight memorization. He hated it. At least physics and calculus were fun. Hell, even chemistry. And then then compared to his art specific courses? He could barely bring himself to open the biology pdf. Well, since his homework is done for now—he can relax a bit. His eyes flicker to the time on his computer. 5:40 pm. Buttercup’s class should be over by now.
*ding, ding*
He instinctively goes for his phone, and smiles. Right on time.
u still in the library?
Yup!
cool. almost there
Sure enough, the brunette soon walks through the automatic double doors of the library. A scowl, he notes, firm on her face. She drops her backpack on the floor and plops next him in the booth. “Hey, Booms.”
“Uh, hey, Butters! How was the exam?”
She narrows her emerald orbs and rests her forehead on the table. “I failed. I already know it.”
“No, you didn’t! I’m sure you did fine,” he encourages.
“Dude, there was almost no statistics, and he spent most of the time on that!” She briskly faces him, her cheek on the wooden surface. “Do you know what acroposthitis is? Because I sure as hell don’t.”
“Acro-what?”
“That’s what I said.”
The blond gives her a sympathetic smile and rubs her back. “Okay, but I know you, I’m sure you figured out enough for you to pass.”
Her mouth opens to say more, but instead, her gaze falls to the floor. “... Thanks. How about you? Bio going any better?”
He screws his face in contemplation. He’s managed to pull himself out of the danger zone. “I think so, but it’s still hella boring.”
“It’s biology,” she replies matter-of-factly and pats his knee. “Glad one of us is doing okay at least.”
Boomer continues to rub her back. “Hey, it’ll be okay! We got this, and if we fail, we fail together.”
“... That doesn’t sound as sweet as you think,” Buttercup remarks, forehead now resting on her forearm.
The blond thinks over what he just said. She’s got a point. Either way, he knows her. She’s definitely not going to fail. From what she’s told him, this is the only class she’s been frustrated with this semester. Per her grumblings, it seems the issue is more her professor and not the actual subject matter. The art major is sure she gets the material fine. He peers down at her. He just wishes she would know that; she doesn’t work best when she’s stressed. Maybe he can take her mind off this crisis for a little while.
“What are we gonna do for our next date?”
She lifts her head up to look at him. “Huh?”
“Our date,” he repeats with a light chuckle. “What do you wanna do?”
“Hmm,” her onyx brows furrow as she ponders. He smiles. He always found that cute. “How about we hit up the arcade?”
“Again? That’d be three times in a row.”
“Please,” she scoffs. “Like you didn’t have fun?”
“I definitely didn’t say that...” He smirks at her with half-lidded eyes, remembering them sneaking off during their last game of laser tag.
Catching his insinuation, her cheeks flush and her gaze flits away. “Uh, well... you have any better ideas?”
The art major folds his arms and leans back against the booth. For some reason, he wants to go out-out. They’ve been dating for a little over a year and usually default to home visits—they love to relax and chill, but he wants to shake things up a little. With something other than the arcade, but something they could do—just the two of them. A catharsis to get rid of her post-exam worries. ‘Hm...’ No rock or metal bands are performing this upcoming weekend. Nothing of note going on downtown... He beams. He’s got it.
“Let’s do karaoke!”
She snaps up from her reclining position. “What?! I don’t sing.”
“Liar! I bet you’re an amazing singer.”
The dark-clad woman rolls her eyes. “And you know because...?” She trails off, with a sarcastic wave of her hand.
“Because you have a great voice. I love hearing you talk,” he sincerely explains.
Her eyes dart away, and she brushes her hair behind her ear. “That’s... u-um... Well, people can sound totally different when they sing! I could be totally tone-deaf.”
He laughs. “But you’re not.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see on Friday.”
Chartreuse eyes flash back to him. “I never agreed to go.”
“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”
“Booms-”
“Please~,” he drags out and utilizes his notorious puppy dog eyes. He knows she’ll have a great time. “I’ll pick out the perfect playlist and everything.”
The criminal science major groans. “Shit, okay.”
“Yes,” he cheers and raptures her in a hug. “You’re gonna love it. Trust me.”
She side-eyes him, but then sighs with a soft smile. “I better or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Sounds kinky.”
“Oh, my-! Shut up!” she laughs, pushing him away.
