The Realistic Version of the Previous Post

(Might help if you read the previous post first.)

My cell phone rang. It was her.
"Adam, can I come over? I can't study here, the dorm is too loud."
"Um... I was just going out. Sorry."
I leave my house to study in the library, merely so that I can say I wasn't lying.

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"You've been staring at that page for an hour."
"I'm sorry, I'm just distracted."
"Do you need anything?"
"I'll get through it."
We sit in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, then go back to studying.

* * * * * * *

After walking in silence for ten minutes, I broke the ice.
"How was your day?"
"It was fine."
"Anything interesting happen to you?"
"Nothi--oh wait, one of my third graders threw up in class today."
"Oh that sounds exciting."
"Well she came up to me and said she felt really sick, so I told her to imagine a giant balloon filled with air--imagine she was holding it in her mouth. I don't know why I said that now that I think about it, but she puffed her cheeks out and walked around with chin stuck out for about 10 seconds before throwing up all over me. It was impressive, you should've seen it."
"I... um... ew. That sounds gross," I reply, while clearly thinking about something else.
She laughed.
By now completely distracted, I trip on my own feet and grab at anything to prevent a fall. I end up grabbing her back and throwing her to the ground, saving myself.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm--"
After looking at the back of her head I noticed blood starting to trickle down. I briefly consider helping her, then realize that might be violating her bubble.
"Oh, wait, here, let me--"
I offer her some tissue and help her find the wound by giving verbal directions.
"We should get back so you can get cleaned up."
Relieved at the excuse to break the tension, we walk back.
"And once again, I am so sorry."
"Don't worry about it."

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"Adam, what are you doing sleeping on the couch! If you're tired just go to bed. And did you send that letter to OSAP yet? Why is your dinner still on the table? You haven't eaten yet? It's getting cold!"
"Wha... oh... ... ...yes, Mom."
*sigh*

Oh, I see this part remains unchanged. Great.