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[color=E0633C][b]"Well, a lot of things are bad for me.  Apparently.  Everyday there is a new silent killer on the news.  I mean, vaccines have done enough damage according to some.  Nothing at all to do with the fact it runs in my family."[/b][/color]

[color=8c5bff][b]‘Oh yeah, you gotta watch out for those vaccines. Last week I was walking in a dark alley and an MMR jumped out at me. Thought it was going for my wallet but the bugger ran off with my terminal rubella.’[/b][/color] Jordan sneaked a peek at what she had been drawing but Bea flipped her sketchbook closed before he could recognize any of the shapes. At her invitation he slumped on the edge of the curb next to her, sprawling his long legs over the concrete and putting his hands backwards to steady himself. 

[color=E0633C][b]"Want something to eat?  What did the powers that be want?"[/b][/color] Bea enquired, taking a drag on her smoke. She seemed to be slightly jittery, but Jordan was still too preoccupied with the results of the assembly to ask about it.

[color=8c5bff][b]‘Homecoming… they’ve decided to take the choice out of it this year and force pairs. Any chance you know Mr. Varma? Cause you might be spending a bit of time with him. And me with ‘Ms. Martin,’ whoever she might be.’[/b][/color] He took a moment to stare at the pavement and pick distractedly at the grass between his fingers. 

[color=8c5bff][b]‘Guess that puts play to us going together, huh?’[/b][/color] Jordan said offhandedly, tying two stems of some wayward flowers together in the beginnings of a slightly miserable-looking daisy chain. He had asked Bea about the homecoming earlier that week, a few days after their night on the beach and her answer had been evasive. To be honest, the whole Bea situation was just confusing Jordan, but he guessed that was what happened when you hung with someone on the spectrum. He was used to most of her quirks by now, but the way she almost seemed to ignore the night they’d spent hurt a little. Or maybe she’d just been too drunk to remember it. Either way, Jordan would be spending the next special night with someone else- whether he liked it or not.