Grayson and Ava

Grayson laughed, shaking his head as the group of guys near them continued to rant on about their 'amazing' party lives. "Well we can't all be band nerds," he said with a smirk.

"Sounds like a band geek to me," Grayson laughed, shaking his head. "And I don't really like to do anything. I'm just trying to get through my last year here, preferably unnoticed."

Grayson nodded slowly in agreement, considering her words. "That's true," he said with a shrug, "It's better than being like everyone else here." He studied her carefully when she spoke again, wondering whether being noticed by her was a good thing or a bad thing. "Well being noticed by one person isn't so bad. Especially if that person is a band nerd instead of a party animal like the rest of Tidewater students."

Grayson shrugged, not taking his eyes off of the bird. "You're welcome, but I didn't really do much," he said slowly, wondering why she was still sitting here, "Honestly, I'm still not even sure it will help it. You know, I've read about wild birds letting you handle them without resisting, and it usually means it's dying. So it'll probably be dead tomorrow." He shrugged again, collecting his backpack from the ground and sliding it onto his back.

"You don't seem too torn up about it dying," Grayson said, standing up and glancing down at his watch. "Yeah, I have to head to class soon. So I guess I'll see you later."

"Guess so," Grayson said dryly, turning towards the direction his next class was in, "See you later, Ava."

ooc// Sure, we can if you want