After about five minutes, he saw her and froze. His anxieties were starting to rise once more, and he watched her from afar. What if she really didn't want to see him? What if he had annoyed her, and that's why he didn't want to see her? Incredibly numbly, he made his way over to her swallowing the lump in his throat. "H-hey."
Cicada smiled up at him still tapping away. She felt some her anxieties rise and she brushed a piece of hair off her face. He looked anxious, fuck she caused this by not talking to him. Her smile turned comforting and reassuring, "Hey. Um, sorry. For, uh, not talking with you sooner."
Forcing up a smile, he brushed it off. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Phoenix told her, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Just chill!' Sucking in a deep breath, he came up to her. He needed to relax, because she didn't seem to be mad at him. She had told him where she was at. If she hadn't wanted to see him, she wouldn't have said anything. Right? "How are you doing?"
"I'm, okay. Ended up drinking most of my birthday away and have been dealing with the consequences since," Cicada admitted letting out a sigh and patted the seat next to her. She kept smiling over at him though it faltered a little, "And, I don't think it's nothing. I avoided you for the past what, 5 days? I mean, it wasn't intentional, but I still did it. And, and I'm sorry. I really didn't mean too. But, um, how are you doing?"
Phoenix's smile dropped, and he gave her a worried look. "I've been… fine, I guess. Not much has happened…" He mumbled with a light shrug. He didn't feel like giving much detail, more concerned about her. "Are you sure you're alright? No offense, but you don't look too hot. I know you said you went drinking- which I'm quite offended you went without me- but if it's been a few days, you shouldn't still be in this hangover."
"Heh sorry," Cicada laughed slightly as she looked over at him. Her face fell a little as she saw his worried look. Damnit he was all concerned about her again. She let out a sigh and rested on the table, "No, um, it's more like I realized shit while drunk and I'm having difficulty coping. But, uh, I'm fine promise. Anyways on the topic of drinking, want to get wasted Friday night?"
He wanted to keep talking to her- figure out what was going through her head. But clearly she didn't want to. "I- I mean, sure. I've got no plans, per-usual." Phoenix shrugged a little, sitting down across from her. "As long as you're up for it. You still seem off to me." He insisted, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he controlled his breathing.
"Definitely," Cicada gave him a side smile as she looked at him. She would get a handle on her feelings and decide what the fuck to do by that point. Her eyes studied him for a moment before she continued on, "What about you? You don't look all that great at the moment."
Snapping out of his thoughts, he forced a smile up. "I'm alright. Just worried about you." He shrugged slightly, his smile slowly fading. His stupid head was telling him he should leave soon. She didn't want him here. But he couldn't make himself leave, even if that was true. "And my brain just sucks."
"Aren't brains always like that?" Cicada tried to joke to get that smile back onto his face. She kept smiling at him as she hummed a little in thought, "Sooo what do you want to do? Just talk and lay about in the green or maybe get some coffee? Just suggestions, if you have something else you want to do go ahead and say it."
Shaking his head, he sighed softly in content. "I'm happy just being here. We can go get coffee later," Phoenix hummed softly, resting his chin on his palm. "I'm actually not that tired right now, so give me about five minutes and I'll change my mind." He joked, chuckling lightly.
Cicada laughed a little as she mirrored his position. She had a soft smile on, “Sounds good. Let me know when you do get tired. So, uh, anything you want to talk about?”
'That I think I might be in love with you…' He knew he couldn't say it out loud, but that's what he really wanted to talk about. Just trying to sort his feelings out. But she wouldn't feel very comfortable with that, now would she? "Not particularly. Just life in general, I guess."
“Okay, how have your classes been?” Cicada asked him as she let out a mental sigh of relief. She was worried he was going to ask her about why she had been avoiding him since her earlier ‘confession’ had been so vague. She wasn’t ready to tell him the truth.
"Alright… busy, tiring. But fine, I guess." Phoenix hummed softly, glancing up at the sky. "What about you? How have your classes been?" He asked softly, relaxing his shoulders, and dropping his arms to his sides.
"They've been busy as well," Cicada nodded along a little. She finally allowed her body to relax as she leaned onto the table with a soft smile looking up to Phoenix, "Seems like the semester is in full swing now."
"And it's only the second week…" He huffed, keeping a light smile up. "Well, I guess it's better than last year. I actually know what I'm suppose to be doing this time around."
"Oh yeah, being a freshie is hard," Cicada responded with a little laugh as she kept looking up at him. She hoped she could cheer him back soon enough, "Second year is easier and then by third year you own the place. Unless you transfer, then you're a freshie with knowledge."
“That is very true. But by the end of this year, I’m sure you’ll be ruler supreme over this joint.” Phoenix joked, laughing lightly. “All of them are too weak to rule. Seniors aren’t going to let just anyone join them in ruling the campus.”
"It's not there going to let me," Cicada said letting her voice swing a little with her words. She had a smile on as she kept speaking, "It's more like they can't do anything about it other than accept their new place."
(Apologies for not responding sooner… I got stuck at a mental block.)
Phoenix smiled softly, nodding a little bit. "That is also true." He hummed, tracing circles into his arm with his thumb. "Guess you know better than me."
(That's fine)
"I mean, I really don't," Cicada responded with a slight laugh as she watched him. She kept smiling over at him, "I had to transfer junior year and had finally found some footing sophomore year in the social standings."
Phoenix nodded a bit, fidgeting just slightly. "Well, I think you do. I guess. I really don't pay enough attention." He hummed with a little shrug. "You'll have to teach me."
"I guess I will," Cicada smiled over at him. She stopped directly looking at him worried she was going to make him uncomfortable. Her bangs in front of her face as she moved quickly, "But I don't think your really up to climbing the social ladder."
"Oh, for sure. I'm not really the social type. But getting to know would be nice." Phoenix hummed, smiling a little bit. "Just so I'm not excluded in case I ever get super social and extroverted." He hummed, glancing back over to her.