Ivy League
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"I won't go into the details, but..."
Ivy League | Follow the Leader (Podcast) | Arc 9.1 | Merril/Max
"Look out, here comes Maximum Damage!"
Max sighed and plopped down next to Merril, dangling her feet over the edge of the ramp. Instead of answering right away, she handed Merril one of the coffees she'd picked up from Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the skate park. Merril took it gratefully, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup.
"So, you heard about that, huh?" Max asked, although the words fell flatly from her lips, more of a statement than a question.
"They have to redistribute all the shop students until they can repair all the water damage," said Merril, eyebrows raised. "The whole school's heard about it." Her voice softened and she bumped her shoulder against Max's. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Max put her own coffee down and stretched, shooting for nonchalance and falling short. "I won't go into details, but it involved a circular saw, a drill press, and a hickory plaque." She rubbed at her face and groaned. "Why would they put so much exposed piping in a classroom with power tools?"
"Well," said Merril, trying to brighten the mood, "I'm glad you didn't get electrocuted or something. That's a plus, right?"
"Yeah," said Max. They sat in silence for a while, Merril sipping at her coffee and Max letting hers cool by her side. Merril swung her feet back and forth, and their thighs brushed each other with each flex. It was incredibly distracting. Finally, Max cleared her throat. "So, have you figured out where you're going to apply yet?"
Merril shrugged and took off her glasses, cleaning them with a cloth she pulled from her pocket. "I was thinking Ivy League, of course. Maybe early acceptance to Brown? And then I've got 50 other schools lined up as mid-range and safeties."
Max laughed. "You don't do anything by half measures, do you, Whitmer?" Merril blushed, and Max decided she liked very much how the flush crept down Merril's neck and under the collar of her t-shirt.
"What about you?" Merril asked. She put her glasses back on and then rested her hand on Max's knee. "Have you got any schools you're looking at?"
"Uh," Max stammered, her gaze fixated on Merril's hand, just below the hem of her shorts. "N-no. Not yet." She forced her eyes up to Merril's face. "I mean, I'm not sure that I want to go to a four-year college. They're so expensive..."
"Oh! Well, I have like, a thousand scholarships bookmarked. I can share them with you, if you want?" She was so bright and intense, Max felt like she was looking into the sun.
"Yeah," she said, finally, Merril's hand warm and dry on her knee. "I'd like that."
writers_muses:"I won't go into the details, but..."
Ivy League | Follow the Leader (Podcast) | Arc 9.1 | Merril/Max
"Look out, here comes Maximum Damage!"
Max sighed and plopped down next to Merril, dangling her feet over the edge of the ramp. Instead of answering right away, she handed Merril one of the coffees she'd picked up from Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the skate park. Merril took it gratefully, wrapping her fingers around the steaming cup.
"So, you heard about that, huh?" Max asked, although the words fell flatly from her lips, more of a statement than a question.
"They have to redistribute all the shop students until they can repair all the water damage," said Merril, eyebrows raised. "The whole school's heard about it." Her voice softened and she bumped her shoulder against Max's. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Max put her own coffee down and stretched, shooting for nonchalance and falling short. "I won't go into details, but it involved a circular saw, a drill press, and a hickory plaque." She rubbed at her face and groaned. "Why would they put so much exposed piping in a classroom with power tools?"
"Well," said Merril, trying to brighten the mood, "I'm glad you didn't get electrocuted or something. That's a plus, right?"
"Yeah," said Max. They sat in silence for a while, Merril sipping at her coffee and Max letting hers cool by her side. Merril swung her feet back and forth, and their thighs brushed each other with each flex. It was incredibly distracting. Finally, Max cleared her throat. "So, have you figured out where you're going to apply yet?"
Merril shrugged and took off her glasses, cleaning them with a cloth she pulled from her pocket. "I was thinking Ivy League, of course. Maybe early acceptance to Brown? And then I've got 50 other schools lined up as mid-range and safeties."
Max laughed. "You don't do anything by half measures, do you, Whitmer?" Merril blushed, and Max decided she liked very much how the flush crept down Merril's neck and under the collar of her t-shirt.
"What about you?" Merril asked. She put her glasses back on and then rested her hand on Max's knee. "Have you got any schools you're looking at?"
"Uh," Max stammered, her gaze fixated on Merril's hand, just below the hem of her shorts. "N-no. Not yet." She forced her eyes up to Merril's face. "I mean, I'm not sure that I want to go to a four-year college. They're so expensive..."
"Oh! Well, I have like, a thousand scholarships bookmarked. I can share them with you, if you want?" She was so bright and intense, Max felt like she was looking into the sun.
"Yeah," she said, finally, Merril's hand warm and dry on her knee. "I'd like that."
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