TLC (Avi.)
May 20, 2012 2:03:46 GMT -5
Post by Odion Martins on May 20, 2012 2:03:46 GMT -5
It had been ages since Odion last saw Avi. The poor girl was spending a lot of time with her girlfriend, and for good reason. Lucy had cancer, and it was only getting worse. The brunette was a fighter if Odion had ever seen one, but she was spending more and more time outside of Hammel. Even being a meta human couldn’t help her. Odion thought it was a terrible thing to happen to someone with so much life, even if he had only met the girl once. It had been on a double date with him, Rhett, Avi, and Lucy. Now it seemed that his best friend was going through hard times.
Odion had been fighting his own battles, and was unable to help Avi with hers. Really, he had been a bad friend. The only reason he was making his way to her dormitory now, was because of Lani. That stupid boy had taught Odi a few lessons, and now he was trying to make it up to Avi by cheering her up. The less Lucy was in the school, the less he saw Avi. The girl was cooping herself up in her room most likely. Odion wasn’t going to pretend that he knew how she felt. It was one thing to have someone you care about up and leave without a word. It was another thing to have them dying right before your eyes. Odi stood in front of Avi’s dorm door and wondered if this was something Lani would understand any better than he could.
He didn’t bother trying to knock. Instead, he jiggled and picked the lock until it came lose. The redhead was in black shorts and a red t-shirt, looking better than he had in weeks. Nobody else was in the dorm, and Odi thanked his lucky stars as he placed the carrying cage on the floor in the living space. He had brought the kittens to cheer Avi up, but that wasn’t all he brought.
Sneaking to her room, Odion knocked a couple times before letting himself in. There wasn’t anything she had that would surprise or startle him. He poked his head around the door and tried his best to smile. Avi was in terrible shape. It looked like she had been crying for what seemed like days. Her hair was a mess, and she was wrapped up in her comforter, watching something on the television. “Hey Avi,” he said quietly, emerging into her room with a small Tupperware container. “I baked you something,” he smirked, hoping to get a laugh out of her, “I doubt it’s as good as your baking though.” He put the container on her bedside table before sitting next to her, pushing the hair out of her face. “How have you been?”
Odion had been fighting his own battles, and was unable to help Avi with hers. Really, he had been a bad friend. The only reason he was making his way to her dormitory now, was because of Lani. That stupid boy had taught Odi a few lessons, and now he was trying to make it up to Avi by cheering her up. The less Lucy was in the school, the less he saw Avi. The girl was cooping herself up in her room most likely. Odion wasn’t going to pretend that he knew how she felt. It was one thing to have someone you care about up and leave without a word. It was another thing to have them dying right before your eyes. Odi stood in front of Avi’s dorm door and wondered if this was something Lani would understand any better than he could.
He didn’t bother trying to knock. Instead, he jiggled and picked the lock until it came lose. The redhead was in black shorts and a red t-shirt, looking better than he had in weeks. Nobody else was in the dorm, and Odi thanked his lucky stars as he placed the carrying cage on the floor in the living space. He had brought the kittens to cheer Avi up, but that wasn’t all he brought.
Sneaking to her room, Odion knocked a couple times before letting himself in. There wasn’t anything she had that would surprise or startle him. He poked his head around the door and tried his best to smile. Avi was in terrible shape. It looked like she had been crying for what seemed like days. Her hair was a mess, and she was wrapped up in her comforter, watching something on the television. “Hey Avi,” he said quietly, emerging into her room with a small Tupperware container. “I baked you something,” he smirked, hoping to get a laugh out of her, “I doubt it’s as good as your baking though.” He put the container on her bedside table before sitting next to her, pushing the hair out of her face. “How have you been?”