September--"Good morning"

"Good morning," said Nick from the doorway.

"Morning," replied Zach, looking up again, and stared. "Oh. My."

Nick, now moustache-less, blushed.

"Well," said Zach, trying to recover his wits. "At least we now for sure that you're the same age as us and not an assassin." He couldn't stop staring though.

"Hey, be nice, Zach," said Mike with a somewhat evil grin. "Monsieur Lucille looks very pretty."

Nick muttered something in French that Zach didn't understand and Mike pretended he didn't understand, but translation wasn't required. "I did what I said I would do," he said stiffly after a moment of pause.

"Good for you," said Mike, after another moment of pause.

"Congrats," said Zach, after still another pause.

All the pauses could be added up, condensed, and summed into one word: awkward. Which was usually the case when you betted your friend to do something, didn't think they would do it, but they ended up doing it. It produced something between an odd sense of jubilation and a nagging sense of guilt.

"Well ANYWAY," said Mike, slouching in his chair.

Zach glanced at him. "Tired? Bored?" he suggested, paused. "Both?"

"Stop that!" snapped Mike, who was developing an increasing awareness to when his friend started to psychoanalyze him. "You knew I was going to say 'both'."

Zach tried for a blank expression. Mike looked even grouchier.

"Aww, we're just going to have to force Mikey to take a nap then, won't we?" said Nick, who had recovered in the mean time and was at his teeth-grinding cheeriest. He ruffled Mike's hair.

Zach stared at the two of them for a moment before scooting away as far as he could, given the dimensions of the dorm room (i.e. ES & EC--Extra Small & Extra Cramped).
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Here's my result for the quiz:

Take the quiz: "How Random Are You?"

You are Normal :(
I'm sorry (pats you on the back) but you are normal ;.; No more magical pork for you I guess....

Normality's overrated? =p