Finals (A CheshireRedArrow Drabble)

                Jay scowled at the notebook in front of him hoping it would somehow burst into flames. It was decided – finals were a bitch and nobody ever wants to study for them, so why did college have to make them worth so much more than every other test that year?! At least they gave him the week off from class to study for them… It was the last thing he wanted to do this morning, but for the first time in a long time Rory was up before him so he was stuck in the apartment studying for a class that he hated, why was he even doing this again? Growling he hops off the island and begins to pace, he could call someone from school – no, they’d be studying for finals, Apollo – no, he’s kind of in school. Irritation began pouring off of him; he wouldn’t be this worried about the stupid class if he didn’t need it to graduate.

                Walking in through the front door Rory looks at Jay worriedly, he looked like a caged animal and he still had five days before his final, she sighed. This was not going to end well, for either of them. Walking over she gently wraps her arms around his shoulders and whispers in his ear the usual calming phrases that do the trick. As he turns around in her arms she smiles and pecks his lips, offering him a doughnut and some coffee she decides the smart thing to do would be to see if he needed help studying.

                So that’s how it began, doughnuts and a huge box of coffee splayed across the coffee table, Jay’s notes tucked into Rory’s lap and she asked him again – what’s the kinematics equation solved for v_f? He groaned, freaking two dimensional motion again? Alright, v_f… He knew this one! v_f² = v_i² + 2aΔx. She looked at the notes again… Correct. He grinned victoriously, it was about damn time – watching as Rory stood up his hands gripped the arms of the seat in anticipation. Leaning over she gently pressed her lips to his, grinning he attempted to wrap his arms around her neck keeping her there and him distracted from his finals.

                Rory grinned and pulled away from the kiss. Now, now Kitty that was only one formula – you still have thirty plus to memorize, gently grazing her lips over his neck she hops back over to her seat, giggling the whole way.

                Puffing his cheeks out, he scowls. Fucking tease.