Room 306, Tuesday Afternoon

[snarkyprincess]

Summer was lying on her bed, snuggling Pancakes and possibly sulking. She'd been avoiding being in her room lately. Chris surely must know about her fight with Savannah.

She probably told anyone she could that Summer was an evil psycho bitch. Summer didn't care. She did what she thought was right to protect one of her friends. Okay, maybe she did care a little what people thought of her. Also, she didn't want Savannah to set her on fire or something. That would suck.

It was times like this when she really wished Shawn was here.

[ooc: open, I suppose.]

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[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris was, in fact, still exceptionally confused by what he'd heard from Wyatt and Summer had been avoiding him, so he hadn't been able to get a straight answer.

So he did what any self-respecting teenager with teleporting abilities would do. He orbed in unexpectedly so she couldn't hide.

"Summer," he greeted. "We need to talk."