Graduation and beyond

[mitochondriaaya]

Graduation was just before her birthday, so Aya was fifteen when she slithered into the graduation gown and tried her hat on. Walking with a tassel (as practice proved) was distracting. She wasn't katzu, true, but she still had the urge to bat at it. Instead she had to look calm. Sedate. Grown up.

Yeeeeah.

At least she wasn't Valedictorian, that would have added a whole new level of stress to her last year of school! And still she'd almost been swayed by the teacher who suggested she stay another year. Almost. Life didn't wait though and the boys were already so far ahead of her that it was a laughable idea to 'catch up' but hey, at least they could all be in college for some of the same years! Sure, not the same college but...yeah. She went out with her friends the night before graduation, a low key party out on a floating dock with a lot of silliness and loud music, but hey, they were all seniors, it was expected!

She made it home in the morning in time to toss back a mug of coffee and try to think about breakfast. "Have to be at the field at...four? Four thirty. Right. Yeah." More coffee. The message light on the answering machine was flashing so she hit the button and listened as her dad rambled cheerfully about it being the day, and he had his ticket to the graduation, and he wasn't going to lose it and what else did he need to remember? "Your head," she chuckled, listening. He'd been leaving messages all week as the day rolled closer. It was nice for Jerrig to be excited.

Granted, traffic was going to be hell with the town turning out to see graduation at the nearest sports field and tourists flooding in to see the surfing competition in the town nearby, but as long as everyone left early they'd be fine right? Right. It wasn't like she had to drive.

Maaaaaaaybe staying out all night hadn't been the best plan though. The coffee waqs sitting heavy in her stomach and she felt her hands tensing around the mug as REAL LIFE loomed up in her mind.

Ouch.

Yeah.

"What was I thinking?!" It was totally okay to ask these things of the empty kitchen, yep.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"I'm doomed," she nodded. "Ready to be doomed though I guess? We have moving in days on the same day I think so you guys can't help me move to the dorms but...get together that weekend if we're not swamped with homework?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Totally." Braig said, "Although we're mostly moved...we'll come help you settle on the weekend."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Shouldn't be too hard," she admitted. "It's only a dorm right? That's...half a room if I'm lucky. And I can mail my clothing ahead, or have Two Guys drive a box up just to make them laugh."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah...you don't have that much, do you?" Braig said, laughing.

"Unlike him." Dilan groaned, "Such a clothes horse."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Nah, I tend to wear my stuff to pieces..." she pointed out cheerfully. "And it tends to come pre-worn. The good stuff will stay here, I shouldn't need to dress that high class at college, and major events will be back this way right?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Pretty much, yeah." Dilan agreed, ruffling her hair.

Braig stuck his tongue out at the two of them.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Whata re you sticking your tongue out for?" Aya laughed, ducking her head and letting Dilan ruffle as he pleased. "Do you want me to steal less worn out clothing?" She could!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Just because I like to wear different clothing..." Braig said, but he was laughing.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I wear different clothing! Because most of your stuff is pretty varied..." She grinned shamelessly and kicked her feet gently on the cabinets. "And I had to get a whole new outfit in white for under the graduation robe. Elcy vetoed the polka dot swimsuit under."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well, yeah. Mom's like that." Braig agreed, "Gotta be at least a little classy."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Most the senior class won't be," she pointed out easily. "Polka dots was being reserved!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah..." Braig shrugged a bit, "But you're not just a beach kid. You're also one of mom and dad's."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I bet you wore insane things under your robes, the guy robes are blue though." And therefore quite a bit more opaque. "Oh well. I have a white tennis outfit." Not that she played tennis, but that was what they found in all white when shopping!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nope." Braig and Dilan chorused, Dilan continuing, "Mom made us show her before we were allowed out of the house. Suits and ties."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Awwww, well, there goes my ideas of your young rebellion." She grinned and reached out her foot to poke Braig, then flopped half-off the counter to lean on Dilan's shoulder. "Is it boring? Or scary?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"We had to give speeches." Dilan reminded her, "That part was scary. The rest was boring."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, I figured if I aimed for anything that required speeches I was going to give myself an ulcer." She she only aimed to graduate early, not be insane! "You guys would have killed me if I got an ulcer."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Noooo..." Dilan said, "We would have babied you until either it went away or you kicked us in the head."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I could do a lot more kicking with an ulcer than I could when I had pnuemonia..." she mused thoughtfully. "But you'd still shake me or something for doing it to myself by being an idiot."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Pretty much." Braig agreed, "Is there more coffee?"

"Half a cup. Want it, or want to wait for more?"

"Gimme."

[mitochondriaaya]

Awwwww, Braig was getting the last half cup. Sad eyes! Alas! She should probably have more than muffins and coffee anyway? Yeah. "Who wants what?" Time to slide off the counter!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan started making another pot of coffee! "Sausages and ham." he said.

Braig said, "Pancakes and sausages."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Mmmm, potato pancakes and mushrooms!" Aya grinned and started pulling things from the fridge. "Regular pancakes for you Braig?" She'd happily make three different kinds of breakfast today! It kept her occupied!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah." Braig agreed, "Thanks, babe."

"Thanks, Aya!" Dilan said.

[mitochondriaaya]

"How cooked Dilan? And anything besides meat?" Just to make sure! Meats were cooked first as a general rule, pancakes didn't take as long!