"Basically a good book, small notebook, and pain killers--the pain killer is for emergencies only," she answered Jack, totally not forgetting to mention her reading glasses.
He nodded and began to walk to the door. "I'm gonna go get my 'Survival Kit'." He quickly walked into his room and grabbed a small black bag with a few items in it. He sat on the right edge of the bed and began digging through the bag. "MP3 Player... Ear buds... Notebook... Pens... Pencils... Erasers... Book light..." he muttered, naming each item in it.
He pulled out the MP3 player and earbuds. He plugged in the wire to the small device and put the buds in. He turned on the player, and listened to his music. He then pulled out the black and red striped notebook and a pencil. He propped the pillow up and glanced to his left to see she wasn't looking. He pulled out red thick rimmed glasses and put them on so he could see the drawing better. He began to draw a wolf, starting with the ear and leading to the muzzle.
He stayed awake listening to music and sketching for another hour, and finally put his stuff away, forgetting he had his glasses on. He fell asleep. --TIME SKIP--
The red thick-rimmed glasses remained on him, and his mouth hung open a small amount. He was still propped up and a drawing of a dragon was open on the notebook in the floor. The pencil was on his lap, like he had left it.
The blonde sat up, propping herself up with her elbows. Her phone suddenly jingled, teling her she had recieved a text. Too tired to care, she uncovered herself from the blanket and threw her legs over the edge.
His hands were tucked under his chin, and he blinked a minute, grasping back onto reality. His eyes reached her as she left the room. He caught himself looking somewhere he didn't expect, and blushed. He covered his eyes quickly, and rubbed down his face. He sat up for a moment before lunging forward and sitting criss-cross.
Evelyn walked into her bathroom, sighing. She looked at herself in the mirror, surprised her hair wasn't very matted. She didn't bother to fix herself up.
"Right back at ya'!" Evelyn responded cheerfully as she exited the bathroom. Evelyn glanced at the time, her pupils ahrinking. "Holy shiz! It's only eight AM!"
"Is that good or bad...?" he muttered. He gasped a little when he realized his glasses were still on. "Fuck!" he whispered. He hurriedly took them off and set them back into the black case.
Evelyn shook her head, "No not at all," she replied. "I just usually wake up at nine, ten at the latest." She turned, her eyes catching sight of Jack wearing glasses. Her eyes widened and sparkled.
He kept his head lowered and eyes focused on his legs. He was sweating slightly and had a very large hint of embarrassment. "W-What were you saying...?" he asked quietly, barely masking his emotions, no matter how hard he tried.
"What glasses?" he asked in response, unexpectedly coolly. "I honestly have no clue what you mean." GODDAMN IF SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE ME... I have no clue what I'll do to myself. I hate my glasses. I need them to see fair detail.