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Title: Windows and Mirrors
Author: Alex Foster
Word Count: 200
Characters: Claire/Gretchen
Rating: PG
Prompt: #235 Mood
Summary: These are the moods of Gretchen Berg. Post ep for Pass/Fail.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by NBC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Annoyance was this — Waking up fifteen minutes late for a lab and then realizing halfway across campus that her notes were still sitting on her desk.
Anger was this — Doing something nice and karma punishing her for it. Bapst Hall was a popular place today and she seemed to be the person to ask for directions. The lost guy was cute, she’d admit. He had smiled and said thanks, his eyes twinkling with a strange sadness. It wasn’t until after breakfast and he was long gone that Gretchen realized he had stolen her backpack.
Confusion was this — Listening to words spilling out in a rush. Claire’s face flushed an attractive shade of pink as she spoke about wanting and not being afraid. After Claire ran out of words, not really explaining where the sudden resolve came from, all Gretchen could think was how she had a new appreciation for a Beatles song.
Contentment was this — Blonde hair tickling her nose at four in the morning. The candles unlit puddles of wax with only thin slivers of moonbeams lighting the dorm room. Feeling Claire’s steady heartbeat as she curled tightly against her body, Gretchen lay awake and decided this was happiness.
Author: Alex Foster
Word Count: 200
Characters: Claire/Gretchen
Rating: PG
Prompt: #235 Mood
Summary: These are the moods of Gretchen Berg. Post ep for Pass/Fail.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by NBC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Annoyance was this — Waking up fifteen minutes late for a lab and then realizing halfway across campus that her notes were still sitting on her desk.
Anger was this — Doing something nice and karma punishing her for it. Bapst Hall was a popular place today and she seemed to be the person to ask for directions. The lost guy was cute, she’d admit. He had smiled and said thanks, his eyes twinkling with a strange sadness. It wasn’t until after breakfast and he was long gone that Gretchen realized he had stolen her backpack.
Confusion was this — Listening to words spilling out in a rush. Claire’s face flushed an attractive shade of pink as she spoke about wanting and not being afraid. After Claire ran out of words, not really explaining where the sudden resolve came from, all Gretchen could think was how she had a new appreciation for a Beatles song.
Contentment was this — Blonde hair tickling her nose at four in the morning. The candles unlit puddles of wax with only thin slivers of moonbeams lighting the dorm room. Feeling Claire’s steady heartbeat as she curled tightly against her body, Gretchen lay awake and decided this was happiness.
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