It didn’t matter if you went before school, during a break, or even after school. Sean Anderson was always there, taking up an entire table at the library with several different books open and jotting down ridiculous notes that just looked like plain gibberish.

At a certain point this got to be frustrating for you, because you had a major section of a project for class due by the end of the semester that required you to read some Jules Verne- who’s books were conveniently never available.

Sean didn’t even have to look up from his notebook to know you were the person standing over his shoulder, going to ask if he could spare to not reread the same book for one damn week.

“No.” He replies, before you could even try and speak. “I’m not done with it yet.”