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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 18:30:26 GMT -6
Self confidence had never been an issue for Olive, but as she stood in front of her mirror she told herself to at least put on some lipstick. She was determined to make a good first impression on her new roommate, who she was about to meet any minute now. She had heard some things about the girl, but nobody knew for sure anything because toommates were kind of sporadically placed. But one of her cheerleading friends helped out in the office and said she got the girl's name; and then one of herfriends may have mentioned that they knew the girl, and that she may have been a lesbian or bisexual.
Olive tried not to get her hopes up, because she knew how easily the mistake could have been made. Cheerleaders, after all, often started untrue rumours. But, after having spent the whole summer here practicing cheer with nothing but a variety of straight boys, Olive had to admit she was excited for the upcoming school year and the change ofnselection it would bring. And, if the rumor so happened to be true, Olive wanted to look her best in order to make the best possible first impression.
She wasn't wearing tons of makeup, but her hair was cascading down her back in curls and her full lips were glossed. She was wearing a bright yellow-lacy tank top, and a not-too-short jean skirt. She was happy with the outcome. Now all she had to was wait.
She had already cleared room in the closet for the newcomer's clothes and shoes. She experimented with waiting; just sitting on her bed, or on the couch watchin tv, or maybe she should be in the bathroom when the girl walks in sonshe could walk ou and greet her. She decided against that last one and ended up just waiting on her bed, picking orange nail polish off of her fingers.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 18:42:46 GMT -6
"This is...mine or yours?" The platinum blonde haired girl looked questioningly at the door, then at her mirror image twin (save for the fact that one was blonde and the other brunette) as the other girl checked the slip of paper in her hands. "Mine? Okay. I'll see you later, Ryles," she sighed. She wasn't necessarily anxious to meet her roommate, but...she wasn't thrilled either. What would they be like? A nerd? Even worse, a druggie that would sneak illegal substances into the room. She instantly made a face, hugging her twin for a moment before turning to the door.
Various other stereotypes and assumptions about her roommate were still going through her head as Mylie slowly opened the door and peered inside, adjusting her bag that was slung over her shoulder and pulled her large suitcase into the room after her. Upon noticing her roommate, she managed a smile, still fairly worried about how this was going to turn out. On the bright side, the other girl didn't look like a junkie.
"Hiya. I'm Mylie," the blonde introduced herself, pulling her suitcase up onto her own bed and pulled her backpack off of her back and let it fall onto her bed as well. Carrying those things had been a pain in her rear end and she just hadn't enjoyed it. Rylie had more things to carry than her and she wasn't quite sure how her sister could manage it. "You're my roommate, right?"
Stupid question. Of course she's your roommate. Mylie mentally scoffed at herself and turned back to her suitcase, unzipping it to keep herself preoccupied in an effort to stop herself from asking anymore stupid questions.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 18:57:48 GMT -6
Olive glanced up as the doorknob began to turn, and then the door opened to reveal the long-awaited roommate. Olive's eyes didn't leave her face for a moment; she was gorgeous! And the way she spoke was kind of adorable... Maybe Olive had just been girl-deprived. She closed her mouth after realizing it was elightly open for a moment, then stood up. "Hi!" She said, smiling. "I'm Olive! Your new roomie." She tried not to sound so peppy, but couldn't help it. If the rumours about this girl were wrong, Olive was in a bit of trouble.
Every one of her friends have told her that she developes crushes way to easily. She's known for thinking someone is hot, and getting involved before she even knows what that person is like. And when that person turns out to be a dirtbag, she can't leave them because she was so convinced of their perfection. Although she's only dated one guy and three girls, this is how each turned out.
But, nonetheless, Olive was optimistic about getting to know this girl. She took a few steps forward, wondering how she could make this meeting less awkward for the new girl. "Uh, do you need any help?" She asked, still smiling. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable after she had unpacked. Maybe then they could strike up a conversation, and Olive could find out the truth. Even if the girl was like her, she still didn't know if she had a significant other. That would be important if Olive was going to develop feelings for her.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 19:09:06 GMT -6
Mylie couldn't help but smile a bit with amusement. Olive certainly seemed happy. It was nice, actually. She had gone through a quick scenario in her head where her roommate was depressed and...well, bottom line? She didn't want a depressed roommate. Pushing open her suitcase, she quietly started pulling her shirts out, pausing when Olive offered to help her.
This is...going better than I thought. Mylie glanced at Olive and nodded slightly. "Well, if you really want to. Thanks," she pursed her lips and smiled once more. A helpful roommate? This was going /a lot/ better than she thought it would. She grabbed her backpack and picked it up, dropping it on the bed in front of Olive.
"I'd really appreciate it if you could unload all my make-up stuff into the bathroom. If you don't mind, that is. All that stuff and my brush should just be at the top." Mylie patted her backpack before pulling out more clothes from her suitcase. She made sure to keep her eyes to herself, since she really didn't feel like getting caught checking out Olive.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 19:23:29 GMT -6
"Cool!" Olive said, still smiling and slightly giddy due to the attractiveness of her roommate. She picked the girl's bag up and headed into the bathroom, keeping the door open. "So, where are you from?" She asked, unzipping the backpack and finding the make-up stuff rather quickly. She opened the drawer she had emptied earlier and carefully put the stuff in, aligningnitnall nicely so it fit well and was easy to access.
"Oh, yeah, your drawer is the second one down." She added quickly, still unloading the toilettries. There were what was probably an average amount of make up, but it was still much morenl than Olive owned. Olive's draw consisted of a hairbrush, mascara, berry-flavored lip gloss, and the emergency pack she kept tampons in. It was a necessity; the much became clear to Olive fast. She had an emergency pack like, everywhere; backpack, purse, gym bag, cheer bag, and the bathroom. But it also became clear she needed to keep it discreet, which she was often good at.
After finishing up unloading the girl's stuff, Olive took her backpack into the room and set it back on her hed. "Anything else you need help with? I have lots of time on my hands." She said. She fully expected to become good friends with this girl, abd maybe even show her around Roswood later. She was looking forward to it, the fair was in town tonight. Maybe she'd want to go!
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 19:33:38 GMT -6
Mylie mentally laughed a bit. This girl was certainly endearing. She grabbed an armful of clothes and brought them over to the closet, glancing over her shoulder when she realized that Olive had asked her a question. "St. John's, Newfoundland. I'm Canadian," she grinned before turning back to the closet, completely expecting to hear maybe a bit of a laugh for being Canadian, since everyone else that figured out that she was Canadian had laughed even the slightest bit at her.
"What about you? Or have you lived here all your life?" Mylie questioned, quickly hanging up her clothes, then went back to her bed for more. "It's nice here. I miss my old friends, though," she shook her head unhappily, smoothing her hair back. Unlike her sister, Mylie found it harder to make friends that would stick with her. It was annoying to have had to leave her dear friends back in Newfoundland.
"Well...help me hang up the rest of my clothes?" Mylie requested with a delighted look on her face. She had expected unpacking to take so much longer. Well, maybe not. If Olive had been a worse roommate (Mylie's mind went back to the thought of a depressed roommate), Mylie probably would have been bolting around the place, putting stuff away so that she could leave the tense room. But with such a friendly (and rather cute) roommate, Mylie was rather relaxed.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 21:13:07 GMT -6
Olive hopped up to help her with the clothes. "Sweet! I love Canada's bacon!" She giggled, hanging an article of clothing up in the spacious closet. "Actually, I'm from New Jersey." She said, smiling proudly. "I know, unbelievable because I have no accent and I'm not orange." She joked, rolling her eyes slightly. That 'Snookie' character really ruined the average Jersey girl reputation. "I came here to cheer. It's kinda like... My passion!" Olive smiled at the girl, wondering what brought her to Rosewood.
She elped hang the rather nice-looking clothes up in the closet, sneaking glances at Mylie whenever possible. She looked different than most scenesters; she looked innocent, first off. She looked like the kind of girl that would make a good friend as opposed to a good drinking buddy. "Hey, so. There's a carnival tonight downtown, and I was planning on going alone. But since you're new here... You wanna go with me?" She asked boldly, with a bright smile she hoped would be difficult to say no to.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 21:21:57 GMT -6
Mylie laughed surprisingly hard at the bacon comment, placing one hand on her stomach and tried her best not to blush with embarrassment over her laugh. Out of all things, it was the bacon that was commented on. "Wow. That was great," she smiled, grabbing the rest of her clothes and proceeded to hang them up as well. "So you're a cheerleader, then?" She questioned.
The blonde's mind was elsewhere, specifically wondering if Rylie was getting along with her roommate, and clued in only when Olive mentioned the carnival. "Hm? Carnival? Yeah, that sounds like fun," she grinned slightly, rather delighted that she seemed to be making a friend already. And that friend was her roommate no less. "I've never actually been to a carnival before," she admitted with a short laugh, distractedly smoothing out her shirt a bit.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 21:34:38 GMT -6
Olive nodded. "Mmhmm. I love it." She said. She had been cheering since she was a girl and has loved it ever since. He she came out with her sexuality in the seventh grade she had to endure the comments of horny little boys, but if that was the worst thing about cheering then she figured she was doing pretty well. She could handle that, and she hardly ever had drama with the girls. Cheering, to her, was the ultimate sport.
Olive's eyes widened (even bigger than they aready were, shocking, I know) at the mention of the girl's lack of carnival-age. "Are you freaking serious?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, though not fully questioning it as was illusioned. "You're going to have a blast, they're so much fun. Plus, the food is amazing!" She was already excited, and already considering this as their first date. Poor Olive didn't really have a clue about the real world, did she?
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 21:41:13 GMT -6
"My favorite sport would probably be tennis...and volleyball," Mylie said, unable to choose between her two favorite sports. Soccer was alright too, but it was nothing compared to tennis and volleyball in her eyes. She never tried for the volleyball team back at her old school though, mostly due to the fact that it wasn't her thing to compete with others or run around in front of others.
Mylie laughed, narrowing her eyes with amusement at Olive. "We'll have to do everything, then. I want to do as much as I can there," she told her playfully, heading back over to her bed and, a bit awkwardly, grabbed her undergarments. With everything in her arms, she went back over to her closet and just shoved them onto one of the small shelves. She could sort them later.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 22:01:08 GMT -6
Olive giggled. "Oh yeah?" She said playfully. "Just don't get too carried away." She warned, remembering last year's carnival. "I got ditched by my friend last year who ran off with this boy and straight had sex on the ferris wheel." She raised her eyebrows and frowned slighty; her look of disapproval. "So, I'm sure you don't want to try everything." She giggled jokingly.
Last year's carnival wasn't all that bad, actually, for Olive. After her friend ditched her to display sex sounds all over the fairgrounds (she was unaware that sound travels downward), Olive actually found herself someone to make out with behind the incense stand. The girl's name was Mo'Nique, and she was a surprisingly good kisser. Olive had to snap herself out of daydreaming about that night again; she had already gotten herself out of that habit once.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 22:19:06 GMT -6
You have no idea. "Oh, maybe not that, then," Mylie joked, closing her closet door and went right back over to her bed again, pulling various other things from her backpack. There were some movies (mainly either romance or horror), a diary, a small picture album, a few books, her red DS, and a bag full of DS games. After emptying those out on her bed, she tossed her backpack onto the floor, then pushed her suitcase off and opened up her bedside table to put several of these things in there.
Yes, her mind did seem to like straying to the thought of sex on the ferris wheel, but everytime it did this she would blush and pointedly think of murderers playing hockey with blood pouring out of them. Odd, yes, but that included three things that she hated; murder, hockey, and blood. "We'll try a majority of things. Nothing that isn't meant to happen at a carnival." She laughed, deciding against playfully adding unless the circumstances change at the end.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 22:32:28 GMT -6
Olive giggled, walking over an flopping on her own bed. The sheets were purple and the bedspread matched, but the pillows were Nascar and Avatar: The Last Airbender. Her mother always hated that about her bed, but her mom was a huge control freak with OCD. It was shocking that she was so down to earth about her little Olli being bisexual. But, there were alot of things about her freak of a mom Olive couldn't figure out.
"So, the carnival doesn't start till like," she glanced over at her digital clock, "three hours from now." She looked a her nails, the nail polish was mostly chipped off of all of them except her left ring finger. "So, we have three hours to chit-chat and get ready! So, tell me about yourself!" A lot of people found Olive's chipper attitude to be ridiculously annoying, but it wasn't something she could help. She needed to be happy to keep herself from being, well, unhappy. And unhappiness was one of the things Olive hated most- she's the type of girl that grew up loving mermaids, unicorns, and smiley-face stickers.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 10, 2010 22:41:27 GMT -6
After getting organized, Mylie took a seat on the edge of her own bed, facing Olive's bed. She hadn't failed to notice Olive's bed and how it didn't match, but she just found it as endearing as Olive herself. "I'm really boring," she smiled with a slight shrug, humming thoughtfully while she contemplated exactly what to say.
"Well...I've got a twin sister Rylie and an older brother named Cooper. Both of them go here too...I work at the theatre here. I love lizards, waterfalls...and compliments," Mylie coughed a bit at the end with a slight shrug, a bit embarrassed. She did absolutely love being complimented, it boosted her confidence for a short time. "Um...my actual name is 'Myracle', with a Y instead of an I, but I like Mylie better. I'm really scared of being murdered and I can ony watch horror movies if I'm close to someone else and they let me cling to them," she laughed.
I'm a virgin and bisexual. I'm a creep because I like hearing people talk dirty and get turned on by stealing and being in danger...and when people 'accidentally' see me naked. Force turns me on too. But don't worry, I'll try not to do that to you. Hey, I think you're pretty too. But, y'know...I just met you. "And everything else is just boring stuff. What about you?" Mylie smiled, trying extremely hard not to blush at her own thoughts.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 10, 2010 22:51:38 GMT -6
Olive ran a hand through her brown, curled hair and smiled. "Aww, a twin? That's nice." She said, staring up at the ceiling in thought. "Hmmmm..." She considered, although she wasn't too interesting either. "I'm lame. I have an older brother and sister, and I love my brother to death. My mom is a freak, but she's my freak and I love her too. I've never had a dad. I should probably let you know that I'm openly bisexual, I hope that doesn't bother you. I love horror movies, too, they're my favorite. Oh! And, I'll tell you a secret." She sat up and leaned forward. "About two months ago, I got my nipples pierced without my mom knowing!" She giggled and flopped down on the bed.
"Just kidding about that last part. But I do have my bellybutton pierced!" She smiled, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger. "Other than that, I can't think of anything. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anything. I think you'll soon find that I am a very open person." She smiled at the girl and gave her a little wink.
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