Josh: bright eyes

In my classroom, I am the law

And don't ask about my secret plan to fight inflation. It's not funny any more.

Josh: thinking, Josh: totally not plotting. nope not me, Josh: listening, osh: hand on chin
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Outside Casa de Josh [afternoon]
His grades had been submitted.

The last of his stuff had been crammed into his car.

Toby, with only a little bit of grumbling (for him, anyway), had given Josh a spot on his couch until the tenants in Josh's townhouse moved out.

There was nothing left to be done in Fandom except say goodbye.

Which was why Josh wasn't leaving quite yet.

[OOC: Last post, omg.]

Gone for Good - The Shins

Lana was enjoying the butterfly warmth when she saw Josh by his car. "Today's the day, huh?"

Josh nodded. "This kind of weather will never, ever happen in New Hampshire," he said with a pout. "I'll be wearing fourteen layers of clothing instead."

She laughed, "Oh, come on now! Even New Hampshire has to have nice weather once in a while!"

"But when it gets nice in New Hampshire, that's the time we have to be sweating to death at the Iowa State Fair pretending that we've always cooked pork on the barbecue," Josh replied, winking.

"And you're trying to convince me that I should have a career in this crazy stuff?" she asked with a grin.

"You'll never have a chance to meet a more dedicated group of people in your life," Josh said, "even if we are a little insane."

"I've applied to the Forensic science department at the University of New Haven," Lana said with a smile. "But maybe you'll have the summer to convince me of the error of my ways."

"I'd say I'm far above plotting but that would be a huge lie," Josh said with another grin.

She laughed. "Very true. And who knows, I might not even be accepted."

"Of course you will be," Josh assured her. "And if it looks like it'll be a problem, I'll make a few calls."

"And tell them that since you'd vote for me for president, you think I'd make a great forensic scientist?" Lana teased. "Seriously, though, thank you. I'm just... keeping my fingers crossed."

"It's a rite of passage," Josh said, nodding. "I don't think I got a decent night's sleep from the time I sent in my application until the letter came back from Harvard."

"Yeah, the waiting's hard," Lana admitted. "And half the time I spend wondering what ever made me arrogant enough to think I'm good enough to get into Dr. Lee's own program."

"You have to try," Josh said. "Ordinary is soooooooooo boring."

"Well, the application is in," Lana said. "Now it's just the waiting."

"Any back up schools?" Josh asked.

"University of Baltimore," Lana said. "They're supposed to have a good program and Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS said he could get me an internship with them if I stay in the area. I also sent them in to Penn State and Seattle University, but New Haven's my first choice."

"You'll do well anywhere," Josh assured her. "Stay in touch, okay?"

He handed her his business card.

She took the card. "Thank you," she said. "And I will. I'll let you know where I end up."

Zoe wasn't fond of goodbyes, but she figured that some people deserved them. She watched Josh for a few moments, her arms crossed over her chest. "If whatever it is you're doing doesn't work out, you're going to come back here, right?" she asked.

Josh nodded. "Absolutely," he said. "And if you ever need to ship off an island worth of kids for a weekend, we're all about the free labor in campaigning."

"That sounds like something that would fit in the category of 'educational experience' and get the students out of the way," Zoe replied. "I like it."

"I can practically guarantee none of them will get eaten," Josh said.

"Did you pack your sunscreen?" Aly asked teasingly as she came up to him.

"And my towel," Josh said, nodding. "And, I think, one of Vala's towels too. Oops."

"If she comes after you for that, you're on your own," Aly replied with a quick grin.

"I'll tell her you took 'em," Josh lied.

"Like she'd believe that," she pointed out.

"I have an honest face," Josh told her.

"Politician," she teased.

"Political operative," Josh said, kissing her nose. "It's a totally different thing."

"Means you're even more likely to steal a towel," Aly smirked.

"That's because I'm not paid enough," Josh said, "and I have to fashion outfits out of stolen towels to keep my feet from falling off in New Hampshire."

"Poor you," she said, pretending to look terribly sad. "A suit might get you farther though. Keep the towels for underneath."

Josh pretended like this was the first time he'd ever thought of that. "Think it'll work?"

"Oh, absolutely," Aly said wide-eyed.

Josh laughed. "I'll be sure to take pictures."

He chewed on his lip. "And you'll be sure to keep in touch to give me these kind of useful insights?"

Aly reached up to touch his cheek. "If I don't keep in touch, how am I to know when you need people threatened?"

"That's an excellent point," Josh said, sneaking his hand around her waist.

He sighed. "I don't remember it being this hard to leave a place before."

She leaned into him. "It sneaks up on you a bit."

"Other than you, I don't really love sneaky things," Josh admitted.

"As long as there's an exception there," Aly said. "I'm okay with it."

"You're exceptional in a lot of ways," Josh told her, kissing her nose.

"As are you," she replied, lifting her chin to give him a kiss.

Josh lingered in the kiss for a long moment. "I should go," he said, "before I find that I can't."

"I'd make you if you thought you couldn't," Aly said softly. "Have a safe journey."

He kissed her again. "I'll call."

He wouldn't.

She looked at him with eyes that easily saw the lie and shook her head slightly. "Go change the world, Josh," she murmured, kissing him again then stepping back away from him.

With a long last goodbye look, Josh walked off towards his car.


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