At-At-Atta Boy! {Open}

Bartholomew lay across his bed, scribbling away at his horticulture essay, which addressed the eight areas that Horticulture encompassed under its title, according to experts (as well as the textbook Bart and his peers were studying from). There were focuses on all kinds of things but they were a bit hard to remember. There was a study of fruit, fruticulture, and there was also a specific study of grapes and turning them into wine. Bartholomew’s current interest was in floriculture, which dealt with the production of plants that produced flowers, or the kind of plants you might buy if you went to, say, Home Depot. However, he had to write at least a paragraph or two over each focus, and so he was currently writing away on the least interesting part: postharvest physiology. Even the name just made him want to yawn. But he should at least give each focus his attention, so he tried. But the next time Bartholomew finished a sentence, he realized that he had already written the exact same sentence a few lines earlier.

He needed a break.

He got up from his bed, and stretched. No. That wasn’t going to be enough. He grabbed his gray hoodie and pulled it over his head as he walked out of the door. The weather wasn’t freezing, but it wasn’t exactly the right weather for a t-shirt. As he stepped outside, he took in a deep breath and felt better. Now would be a good time for a walk. It was early in the afternoon, and he’d been working all morning. He walked away from the dorms and toward the courtyard. He wasn’t sure where he was going, and he just ended up meandering along, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the scene around him. As he was looking around, he noticed his friend Atticus walking through the courtyard, with a suitcase in one hand. He smiled, happy to recognize a friend.

“Hey, Atticus!” Bartholomew pulled a hand out of his pocket and waved, smiling as he approached his British friend. “You finally back? School started awhile ago, you know,” He teased a bit, enjoying the feeling of someone he could joke around with a little.



Summary:

[/i] Bartholomew is working on a horticulture paper (so responsible), but realizes he needs a break since he's been working all morning. He heads outside and walks around just to rejuvenate a little and spies his friend Atticus, and walks over to say hi.
Comments:[/i] Yay~ <3
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Bartholomew was happy to see that he was received with a smile by Atticus. They hadn’t been the closest of friends, but this was the closest to having a friend that wasn’t a study buddy for one of his classes. It was promising for Bart, who had been cautious about making friends since the whole Ashton mishap. He felt a twinge in his stomach that he still hadn’t heard what had happened to his friend. He had decided to run away, but no one had seen or heard from him since. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow his fault...

He pushed aside these thoughts as Atticus smiled and explained that he had been going to school, he just hadn’t moved into his dorm yet. Bartholomew laughed when he said that siblings didn’t go through his stuff here. “That is nice, although my siblings wouldn’t do that, I don’t think. One of the advantages to being the baby of the family.” He shrugged as he laughed.

The conversation then turned to Bartholomew. “Me?” He confirmed, and put a finger to his chin, considering. “Well, it’s been pretty good for me. Classes are interesting, and all this stuff around school has been... interesting, I guess you could say. Did you go to the Halloween dance?” Bartholomew shook his head as he remembered that fiasco. At least he had been with Kit for the whole thing. He bit his lip at that thought, trying to disguise a slight smile. He moved on as Att asked him about the dorms.

“I’m in 1a. I don’t have a room mate yet this year, though there’s always people switching around moving in. It’s kind of nice, but it’s... a bit quiet sometimes.” Sometimes Bartholomew had been sad to come home to an empty dorm room other than his straight and neat belongings sitting on the dresser and his desk. It wasn’t that bad though, and he was grateful he didn’t have a room mate bothering him while he worked, or telling him that he worked too much, or (God forbid) bringing girls into their room. Yes, he was grateful he didn’t have to deal with any of that.

“I don’t think it’s too crowded right now. I haven’t seen too many people,” Bartholomew paused to consider this point -- granted he usually didn’t go too far out of his dorm room than was necessary -- and then he remembered that he had looked at the dorm assignments earlier that week. “I may have seen your name on the dorm list. I think you’re on the first floor, same as me. Not in my room, though. You heading that way?” Bartholomew asked, ready to accompany him if he needed to.



Summary:

[/i] Bart talks to Atticus. Will elaborate later, if need be. xP
Comments:[/i] Yay~ <3
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Bartholomew smiled as he spoke to Atticus. It was so nice to have a basic conversation, especially one that wasn't about school work, at least not directly. Bartholomew didn't really talk to too many people, and so it was nice to have someone he could consider a friend, and not just an acquaintance.

"Yeah, the dance was pretty crazy. The lights went out near the beginning, and when they came back on, something was different. I didn't really know until later that the punch had been messed with. Spiked, I heard. Well, if that had happened in Indiana..." He shook his head as he trailed off. That wouldn't have happened in Indiana, but if it did, there would have been a fit. Pallet High, of course, had already gone around and apologized to everyone, and were still in search of who had spiked the punch. It didn't seem like they would get many leads, though.

Atticus' comment about him going with a girl seemed off-hand, like an afterthought. It still made Bartholomew blush a little, and he nodded. "Yeah, I did. A girl named Kit Felix. Now she is something. Beautiful, and smart." He coughed roughly, frustrated that he had revealed so much about what he thought of Kit. They weren't even dating. Not yet, anyway. Wait a minute, 'yet'? What was he thinking. He coughed again, realizing how ridiculous he must look.

"Um, anyway..." He reached for the next topic of conversation somewhat desperately, about the dorms. He looked at Atticus curiously when he said that he hoped his room wasn't above Bartholomew's. "Why, do you own a trampoline?" He asked, laughing quietly at his silly comment. It just seemed an odd thing to say when you were asking someone about the dorm situation.

"There's assigned dorms. I'll show you the list." Bartholomew looked sideways at him, curious by the sudden change in tone, but going along with it. It was Atticus' business, not his. He started walking. "Off we go, then." He chuckled quietly. Atticus sure seemed to be acting strangely.



Summary:

[/i] *will fill in later*
Comments:[/i] Yay~ <3
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Bartholomew looked strangely at Atticus. He didn't think that he would have tantrums and throw things. The blonde didn't seem like the type that would do that. But if he said that he didn't, Bartholomew supposed that he couldn't argue with him. He shrugged and let the matter drop. It didn't seem worth discussing, and if Atticus said so, then Bartholomew would trust his word. That was what friends did, after all.

Bartholomew smiled at his friend's arrogance. At least it wasn't cruel. It was more like over confidence. It didn't stop him from rolling his eyes as he said, "Oh no, it's been terribly boring without the Brit."

He chuckled at the idea and shook his head. "But no, nothing else is really happening, to my knowledge. Just same old, same old," Bartholomew finished, looking thoughtful.

"Yes, they have a bedside table. Is that not common?" Bartholomew queried. Atticus was full of strange comments today. They were nearing the sophomore dorms now, and Bartholomew could see them up ahead.



Summary:

[/i] Bart says stuff. That's pretty much it. xP
Comments:[/i] Ho hum, late.
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