therewaslife | Room 502 | Early Afternoon | Wednesday

There were some definite benefits with getting all of his classes out of the way in one day. It gave Bod the rest of the week for his own exploration and enjoyment. Silas, he knew, would fix him with a look that said 'don't waste too much time on idle pursuits' but Bod didn't think he was. This place was unlike anyplace Bod had ever been and it demanded exploration. It demanded attention and focus and Bod could hardly call those idle pursuits.

He'd already been to the graveyard, found himself face to face with the gravestones of ghosts who weren't friends of his. It would have been a bit lonely if he hadn't met Castiel. (something Silas would love to hear about, no doubt). The memory made Bod smile. An actual, real angel. Bod guessed that that was only the beginning of the surprises this island had to offer.

Today, though, Bod wasn't out exploring. Today, he was sitting at his desk, hunched over a book that he wasn't really reading. His eyes kept flicking to the window, watching trees sway in the distance and wondering how cold it was out there. He knew he could go over, press a hand to the pane and soak up some of the cold but he wanted to save that.

Later, he'd go out and take a walk. It was an easy decision to make. For now, he'd try to read a little more.

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"You're reading on your day off? Are you that bored?" Jacob asked as he returned to the room after grabbing lunch. A big lunch and he'd gotten a box of doughnuts for desert.

"Who says I'm actually reading?" asked Bod, glancing briefly over his shoulder at Jacob. He'd been reading the same sentence for nearly half an hour. "I'm not bored, though."

"You just like staring at an open book then?" Jacob teased.

He got the box of doughnuts out of the plastic bag and opened it. There were plenty of doughnuts and yes, he was planning on eating them all. "Want one?" he asked, holding the box out.

"For about the last hour that's what I've been doing," he admitted, turning around in his chair and giving the box of donuts a look. He'd picked up an enjoyment of them back home and couldn't help asking, "Are there any with sprinkles?"

Even he had his vices.

"I had them put a bit of everything in there," he said, looking into the box. Sure enough, there was one at the back. "Yep," he turned the box around so Bod could easily grab the doughnut.

"So is book staring like a hobby, or do you have something on your mind?"

"The latter," he admitted, reaching over and plucking the sprinkle covered donut with a hand. "Thanks. Nothing specific but the book's boring so I've found myself thinking about anything to distract me from reading it."

"You could just grab another book," Jacob hinted and he took his box of doughnuts with him to sit on the bed. "Or is it homework? I haven't actually gotten any yet."

"I've read the others," said Bod but he did turn his chair around to lean it back against his desk, effectively ignoring the book for the donut now. "I've read this one too but I thought I'd try again to see if it was more interesting."

It wasn't. Bod didn't remember what he'd been thinking when he'd purchased it but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

"And I haven't gotten any homework either. This week seems to be all about telling people my name and having them ask me if my parents hated me."

Jacob snorted and he picked a glazed donut from the box. "I got lucky, so far my teachers didn't care much about introductions," he said, in between bites. "The only place I had to do them was those reserves."

He still hadn't decided what he thought about those, but Blysse had been there which was fine to him. "You know, I'm pretty sure they've got a library at the school."

Bod said, "Nice subtle hint," and took a bite of his donut. His last school had a library so he'd expected this one to be no different. He just hadn't made it there.

"What's the reserves?" he asked, pretty sure he hadn't heard of that organization at any point yet.

"Some of the kids here seem to be getting together to figure out how to best defend themselves in case of an invasion," Jacob explained. "Arthur invited me to go so I checked it out yesterday. I think they could start a small army."

"Invasions again." Bod frowned and tapped a finger distractedly against the donut. "Clark mentioned something to me about zombies invading during the picnic."

It hadn't been the zombie part that had caught Bod's interest. It had been the fact that the zombies had stayed and become a band at the local bar.

Bod's frown hadn't dissipated. "Why would anyone want to invade a school?"

"Zombies sounds more interesting than vegetables," Jacob had to admit, he sucked a bit of sugar from his thumb as he considered Bod's question. "Depends on what's invading."

"Are school invasions of anything popular where you're from?" Bod asked, eyes on Jacob now.

"No, Didi said the vegetables were revolting here. Which doesn't sound quite as dangerous as zombies," Jacob shrugged a shoulder and the chocolate donut with cream was next on his list.

"Huh. That's new." Bod didn't sound too surprised, though. He'd met an angel, heard about zombies and been accosted to take his shirt off. He'd expected things to get stranger.

Finishing his donut, Bod leaned back against his chair and crossed his arms, thoughtful again. "There's a talking frog too. He sang to me."

Jacob blinked and wondered if he'd heard that right. "You got serenaded by a frog?" he asked and then he was laughing.

"Was he your type at least?" he teased.

Bod made a face at Jacob. He didn't even know if he had a type. If he'd asked this question to Nehemiah Trot, he was sure he'd get a lengthy poem about love.

"He was welcoming me to the island," said Bod, shaking his head at Jacob's question. "With a song, apparently. If I have a type, it isn't talking frogs with banjos. I'll be sure to tell him to find you though."

"That'd be cruel," Jacob protested, making a face. "I might not see him and then we'd have trampled frog. You wouldn't want that."

"Why not?" asked Bod, trying not to laugh too much at Jacob's reaction. "I've heard frog is quite good cooked."

"Ugh, I think I'm putting amphibians on the food I'm not eating list along with insects," Jacob decided. Which was rather picky for a guy who'd eventually follow a wolf diet.

"Nonetheless, I don't think you'll be able to miss the talking frog," Bod said, shrugging one shoulder and finally letting himself laugh quietly. "Maybe you'll get a song too. You do sound a little jealous of me now that I think about it."

"See if I offer you another donut," Jacob warned him. He closed the box, deciding against a third for now and place it on the night table.

"You're sounding way too pleased about your seranade, now that I think about it," he commented as he flopped back on his bed, his feet sticking out over the end but he was too lazy to move.

"It was nice of him." Strange but Bod couldn't doubt that it had been a nice gesture on the frog's part. Come to think of it, he hadn't even gotten the name of the frog. Just the song. He was getting a little sloppy with his etiquette.

In his mind, Silas eyed him sharply. Bod ignored him.

"What sort of classes are you in?" asked Bod, smoothly changing the subject from frogs to education.

"Mythology, the teacher's a hard ass," he summed up in one breath. "Ethics, another hard ass but he's kind of amusing." Yes, he had enjoyed the ethics class for some odd reason. "And People suck tomorrow. Apparently the teacher is a cursing angel, if they weren't pulling one on me."

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