;; we can do anything ;; [[Jared]]

[Will Maddox]

Ugh. Mornings were always the worst time for Will. He was never fully awake until his classes were completely over. Then he had energy. More than he needed. But mornings, he might as well be dead.

His outfit today was basically an everyday thing. A black button down shirt and his normal tight jeans. His hair this morning was haphardly spiked up in the back, his hair also sweeping into his eyes at the same time. He yawned, his head resting against his left hand.

In his right hand, he had a cup of coffee. And on the table, a book. He rarely ever ate breakfast. Lunch, almost all of the time. Dinner, sometimes. People sometimes assumed he was anorexic or something. To which he would gladly repsond with a good punch.

Looking up, he didn't see many people that he knew there. Sighing, he took a sip of his coffee, reading his book. Twiligt. Yeah, he'd already read it, but he was bored, and it was the first book that he found.

[Jared Miles Platt]

[/color] Jared joked, holding back a laugh, "Reading Twilight again, I see?" Wow. He had actually managed to say something lively. Jared then slid a chair out from under the table Will was sitting at and sat directly across from him. He boredly hooked the handle of his coffee mug with his index finger and slowly, carefully spun it around on the table, taking a sip now and then. He listened intently to the whirring sound the mug made while creating friction with the table.

His attire today was the usual, why not? A white t-shirt, a deep blue hoodie zipped slightly more than halfway up, and (who's to forget?) tight jeans which were similar-looking to Will's. Jared's hair aided him in looking as if he had just gotten out of bed, which was a true fact.

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[Will Maddox]

God, how many times was he going to read this, he had no idea. Closing the book shut, he took a sip of his coffee. It didn't seem to have as much sugar that he normally put in. oh well. He'd deal.

Hearing his name, he rolled his eyes, knowing who it was. Without even turning around, he said, "Yes, yes. As you have discovered, I obviously have no life." He grinned at Jared as he sat down across from him. Jared was the one person who he never felt like punching in the morning.

Running a hand through his hair, he flashed his friend a tired smirk and said, "So, what's the plan for today? Anything that shall top drinking coffee and making small talk?"

[Jared Miles Platt]

[/i] time ago,"[/color] he continued to joke around. "Nah, just kidding," he shook his head, smiling.

Placing his head between his hands, Jared tried to get the gears turning in his brain to answer Will's question. "No idea," he admitted, taking a long sip of his coffee. "Do you have something on your mind?" Jared asked.

OOC: Ew. Short. >.< -muse has died-

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[Will Maddox]

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Ha ha ha. Thank you so very much." He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

He watched Jared, trying to see if he could get any idea on what to do. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Not at all. But I am trying to think. If we can find something to do, then we'll be good." He bit his bottom lip, screwing his face up, trying to think of something.

[Jared Miles Platt]

[/color] he began to say, and then gasped, "Let's try to think of all the things that we don't want to do and then narrow it down from there."

Slurping down a few mouthfuls of coffee and flattening a few hairs on his head that were sticking up ridiculously, he pondered. Ideas ran through his brain, and he shared one of them, "I don't feel like going to the park today." He grinned, "That's a start. Your turn!"

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[Will Maddox]

He laughed, nodding. "That sounds like a good idea. We have so many things that we don't want to do that it'll be easy to pick something. Or nothing....."

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a few sips of his coffee. He listened nodding. "yeah, I don't feel like the park either. But I really don't feel like going to Starbucks, either." He held up his cup of coffee. "We got that settled." He pointed at Jared. "Now, go! Your turn." He grinned, taking another sip of his coffee, letting the warmth go through him.

[Jared Miles Platt]

[/color] Jared agreed with Will, "Going to Starbucks would be totally pointless."

He rubbed his hands together, thinking once again. "Oh! Uhmm," he shouted. "I dispiseee," he dragged the word out, then continued, "The Kursaal! Bowling sucks balls." He laughed after saying that.

"Your turn!" he announced dramatically, pointing at Will.

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