Characters: Jenny and Quinn.
Setting: Tuesday after classes, in the library.
Content: TBD.
Summary: Jenny can't read a novel with a hint of romance without crying. She isn't sure why that is, but it's still true.



Jenny wasn't sure that wearing sunglasses indoors was really fooling anybody. She had chosen a table in one of the more secluded corners of the library, and even so, every whimper or sniffle seemed to echo through the room. She occasionally reached for a tissue, pushing her glasses up just enough to dab at her eyes, before continuing to paw through the paperback in front of her. Romance novels got her every single time. She could never finish one without sobbing like an infant. Even when they were cheesy romance it was too emotional, too real. It didn't help when it was written by James Patterson either, one of her all time favorite authors.

Originally, the visit to the library had been to work on a project. She and Sera had been accomplishing less and less with their study dates lately, and if she really wanted to buckle down and focus, her own room was out of the question too; if Ella wasn't distracting her by trying to show her pictures of Lol Cats online, it was something else. She had only put the novel into her backpack as a habitual reflex, she never really went anywhere in the world without something to read in her bag.

She had made the fatal mistake of grabbing the novel out of her bag inside of her textbook when she arrived at her library table, and now it was almost two hours later and she was several hundred pages in. She had sunk to hiding her tears behind the glasses about an hour prior. Knowing she really did have to get on with that project soon, she vowed to stop after the next chapter. She could always finish reading it in bed later.

Sniffling again, she slumped further into her chair, glad no one was sitting too close to her. She gave her eyes another brief wipe and reached for her bottle of water, taking a calming sip before recollecting her thoughts and turning the next page.