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After wandering to her old Monday schedule of classes from long ago, Savannah's curiosity got the best of her and she returned to the dorms. She had made the mistake of listening to the radio last night and boy had some of that brought back memories that had been best left buried.
Now, though, she turned the knob to room 217 and stepped inside.
It looked like nothing had changed since -- well, since the last time she had been here. The two beds were still pushed together in the center of the room to form one big bed and the things she had put on the walls were still there. The desks were still there with books and machines -- and the closet doors were still open. Out of remembered habit, she went and closed the closets, and then turned to look at more of the room.
"You cannot possibly tell me that no one has been in this room since we left."
"You should go to the reunion, Savannah," she muttered. "It'll be fun, Savannah. You'll get to see all of your friends from back then, Savannah." She shook her head. "Savannah would have been happy if you had all kept your mouth shut, thank you very much."
She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling.
Granted, she really had wanted to see some of her friends... Annette, Summer, the Halliwells, Anders... and, alright, yes, maybe some small -- very small -- part of her had wanted to see Johnny Storm again. You couldn't blame a girl for being curious. After all, both Paige and Eve had told her a long time ago that a girl never got over her first love.
Except most first loves didn't go away with no idea you later kept a really big secret from them.
A secret that she had let slip in front of him when she had seen him yesterday.
She wondered if she could slip away from the reunion before he tracked her down and she had to muddle her way through explanantions? She could tell Eve there was an emergency back at the gallery. She could catch up with Chris and Wyatt later.
It wasn't like she was running away, after all. Her, Savannah Levine, running away from a guy? No, not all. Never. Perish the thought. She just had... other things that required her attention.
That's what she would do. She would head back to New York as soon as she could. She'd call the Cortez jet to meet her. This was a plan. Not her best plan, but a good plan.
[[OOC: For the ex mainly... but open for anyone who would like to talk to or WTF at the 20 years older Savannah]]
Now, though, she turned the knob to room 217 and stepped inside.
It looked like nothing had changed since -- well, since the last time she had been here. The two beds were still pushed together in the center of the room to form one big bed and the things she had put on the walls were still there. The desks were still there with books and machines -- and the closet doors were still open. Out of remembered habit, she went and closed the closets, and then turned to look at more of the room.
"You cannot possibly tell me that no one has been in this room since we left."
"You should go to the reunion, Savannah," she muttered. "It'll be fun, Savannah. You'll get to see all of your friends from back then, Savannah." She shook her head. "Savannah would have been happy if you had all kept your mouth shut, thank you very much."
She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling.
Granted, she really had wanted to see some of her friends... Annette, Summer, the Halliwells, Anders... and, alright, yes, maybe some small -- very small -- part of her had wanted to see Johnny Storm again. You couldn't blame a girl for being curious. After all, both Paige and Eve had told her a long time ago that a girl never got over her first love.
Except most first loves didn't go away with no idea you later kept a really big secret from them.
A secret that she had let slip in front of him when she had seen him yesterday.
She wondered if she could slip away from the reunion before he tracked her down and she had to muddle her way through explanantions? She could tell Eve there was an emergency back at the gallery. She could catch up with Chris and Wyatt later.
It wasn't like she was running away, after all. Her, Savannah Levine, running away from a guy? No, not all. Never. Perish the thought. She just had... other things that required her attention.
That's what she would do. She would head back to New York as soon as she could. She'd call the Cortez jet to meet her. This was a plan. Not her best plan, but a good plan.
[[OOC: For the ex mainly... but open for anyone who would like to talk to or WTF at the 20 years older Savannah]]
