What was the most embarrassing thing about university, Aimee was wondering. Was it wearing new clothes that showed off the curves that had appeared over the months she'd been at Ro's when she took off her leather jacket? Was it not knowing anyone except Randy - although that wasn't embarrassing as such ... Or was it the suspicion that every time she turned her back, the richer students were pointing and laughing at her? She didn't know, and it wasn't helping her confidence level. Which was why she'd taken the first opportunity to drag Randy off to the student bookstore, where at least people weren't staring at them.
As with most everything else he did, Randy took to life at uni with the grace and ease of a person born to be there. And perhaps, he was. Already he'd learned where to score the best spliff on campus. So, when dragged off to the bookstore by Aimee, he had no problems with that. He perused the shelves as they walked along. "Which were you needing?"
"Err ..." Aimee dug a hand into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. She unfolded it carefully, studying the printed words. "English Language: Advanced," she read carefully, "The Actor's Art, and both the books on staging and directing and stuff by someone called Charlotte Demolyneux." She glanced at him thoughtfully. "Don't you need to get anything?"
"Yeah." He dug his own crumpled paper from his back pocket. "English Language: Advanced," he began, "Algebra for Beginners and Child Psychology." His fingers fell upon the English books they both required and he pulled two down. "So how's your first week been? Everything alright?"
"Strange," was Aimee's answer as she studied the shelves, figuring that the theatre stuff would be in the same area as the English stuff. "Haven't really done any, you know, actual work yet; just going to the lectures so people can laugh at the fact that my name isn't hyphenated and I don't talk as though there's a loo brush shoved up my backside. You?"
Now that illicited a chuckle from Randy. "Same here, just kind of hanging out and figuring out what's what. Don't let the snobs get to you, Aimee. You're smarter and prettier than any of them." He nodded solemnly.
She gave him a grateful smile, leaning over to squeeze him in a one-armed hug. "I'd be going mad if you weren't here," she told him. "Thanks, Randy." One more squeeze, and she turned away, following the line of the shelf to locate the other books she needed. Her eyes fell on the Demolyneux books, and she reached up to grab a copy of each, high on her toes.
"What, you're not already mad?" He smiled and returned the one arm hug. When she reached for the books, he did too and smacked her hand away. "I got this, shorty." And the books were added to the others in his arm. "You know. Ro's going to be very proud of you this year. I can tell."
"Hey!" Snatching her hand back, Aimee laughed, not even managing a vague scowl at him for his heavy-handedness. "I am not that short." Before he could stop her, she drew the last of the books she needed from the shelf at knee-height and clung onto it. "Besides, Ro's already so proud that she got you into uni, she doesn't have room for any more or she'll burst."
"Are so, see, can only reach the bottom shelf." He took the books from her and continued to walk around the store in a very leisurely fashion. "Hell, I think she's proud that the both of us got in. And relieved that we're sticking together." He pulled out the Algebra book and it was added to the growing pile. "I know that I'm relieved that you've not gone posh and started to ignore me."
"Don't be stupid, Asshat." Aimee ignored the rather shocked looks she got from a couple of the students near them for that albeit fond expletive. "Why would I want to throw my lot in with people who think it's funny to pour ink all over the inside of my bag?" Even as she said it, she realised it probably wasn't the best thing to be telling her over protective friend. But it was out there now; she just had to hope Randy wouldn't go too far.
As with most everything else he did, Randy took to life at uni with the grace and ease of a person born to be there. And perhaps, he was. Already he'd learned where to score the best spliff on campus. So, when dragged off to the bookstore by Aimee, he had no problems with that. He perused the shelves as they walked along. "Which were you needing?"
"Err ..." Aimee dug a hand into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. She unfolded it carefully, studying the printed words. "English Language: Advanced," she read carefully, "The Actor's Art, and both the books on staging and directing and stuff by someone called Charlotte Demolyneux." She glanced at him thoughtfully. "Don't you need to get anything?"
"Yeah." He dug his own crumpled paper from his back pocket. "English Language: Advanced," he began, "Algebra for Beginners and Child Psychology." His fingers fell upon the English books they both required and he pulled two down. "So how's your first week been? Everything alright?"
"Strange," was Aimee's answer as she studied the shelves, figuring that the theatre stuff would be in the same area as the English stuff. "Haven't really done any, you know, actual work yet; just going to the lectures so people can laugh at the fact that my name isn't hyphenated and I don't talk as though there's a loo brush shoved up my backside. You?"
Now that illicited a chuckle from Randy. "Same here, just kind of hanging out and figuring out what's what. Don't let the snobs get to you, Aimee. You're smarter and prettier than any of them." He nodded solemnly.
She gave him a grateful smile, leaning over to squeeze him in a one-armed hug. "I'd be going mad if you weren't here," she told him. "Thanks, Randy." One more squeeze, and she turned away, following the line of the shelf to locate the other books she needed. Her eyes fell on the Demolyneux books, and she reached up to grab a copy of each, high on her toes.
"What, you're not already mad?" He smiled and returned the one arm hug. When she reached for the books, he did too and smacked her hand away. "I got this, shorty." And the books were added to the others in his arm. "You know. Ro's going to be very proud of you this year. I can tell."
"Hey!" Snatching her hand back, Aimee laughed, not even managing a vague scowl at him for his heavy-handedness. "I am not that short." Before he could stop her, she drew the last of the books she needed from the shelf at knee-height and clung onto it. "Besides, Ro's already so proud that she got you into uni, she doesn't have room for any more or she'll burst."
"Are so, see, can only reach the bottom shelf." He took the books from her and continued to walk around the store in a very leisurely fashion. "Hell, I think she's proud that the both of us got in. And relieved that we're sticking together." He pulled out the Algebra book and it was added to the growing pile. "I know that I'm relieved that you've not gone posh and started to ignore me."
"Don't be stupid, Asshat." Aimee ignored the rather shocked looks she got from a couple of the students near them for that albeit fond expletive. "Why would I want to throw my lot in with people who think it's funny to pour ink all over the inside of my bag?" Even as she said it, she realised it probably wasn't the best thing to be telling her over protective friend. But it was out there now; she just had to hope Randy wouldn't go too far.