in the captain's chair

Taking care of Natalie's cat meant Jim tended to get woken up way too early for his liking. That had happened this morning when Moxy decided to just thump his tail against Jim's face until Jim had sneezed and cursed. Moxy, of course, hadn't given a damn. He'd just been pleased to have his temporary human up so he could be fed.

Of course, right after he'd eaten, Moxy went back to sleep and Jim was wide awake. Of course. It seemed like a good enough time to write a letter back to his mom with his decision on her coming to graduation. He'd decided to give his blessing even if it made him nervous. But, he wanted someone there for him from home and if he couldn't have George, he'd definitely take his mom though he would have liked both even better.

Halfway through the letter, Jim had gotten bored and had rocked back in his chair so he could start tossing his pen up in the air. When it fell, he tried to catch it in the weirdest ways possible. He was probably delaying the whole letter thing because it mean digging into all those hidden emotions he had. He hated doing that.

[Open door/post]

Jim had pretty much repressed most everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks. No one had really asked him about it so that just made it easier to push it down and forget. He had other things to deal with anyway. Namely, graduation was less than a month off and he was going to have to make a decision on what he was going to do. The options weren't that vast: stay here and hang out on the island like a bum, go somewhere else and be a bum, or go home and deal with...home.

The thought of bumming around was attractive but he the intelligent side of him knew he had to get himself together because he wasn't rich and he wasn't going to be able to do that for long. He also figured he'd get bored pretty quickly which, yeah. That was never a fun thing to be.

Of course, this was when Pike's words came floating back into his head, annoying him (thought not as much as usual). It was more annoying that he hadn't been able to forget the words and the guy then it was that he was thinking about it now. Something about it had stuck which pissed Jim off.

He grabbed for the first book he could find on his desk and sat down, willing his brain to stop thinking about Pike and start thinking about beaches and beautiful men and women.

Didn't work too well. Dammit.

[Door & post are open]