Sunlight trickled in through the clear glass window and onto the sleeping figure lying on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up. Yawning and stretching, she looked over at her dorm mate who was completely out cold. She chuckled to herself and got out of bed. "Z," she called. Her friend stayed asleep. "Z!" she called louder. It was no use. Her friend was dead to the world. Sighing, she walked over and pulled on the blanket, causing her friend to tumble onto the floor.
"Ow..." The teen looked up, "Viv! What the heck?" Vivienne, or Viv, just grinned.
"You wouldn't wake up," she said innocently. Grumbling, Zoe, also known as Z, stood up and stretched.
"I don't see why we have to wake up so early," Zoe grumbled.
"Because breakfast is supposed to be eaten before three PM," Vivienne said.
"I would've woken up before then," Zoe protested. Vivienne, who was also making her bed, arched an eyebrow.
"Z, you once went to bed at nine PM and slept all the way until dinner. Then you ate, took a five minute shower, and went back to sleep!"
"I was tired!" Zoe defended.
"That's obvious," Viv scoffed. Zoe, now finished making her bed, stuck her tongue out at her friend. The two girls got dressed and walked down stairs to the dinning room to join the others for breakfast.
Zoe and Vivienne were both students at the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts. Not only were they dorm mates and dancing partners, but they were also best friends. They had known each other since they were six. Zoe, who loved dance, got a scholarship when one of the teachers saw her in a play. Vivienne's entire family was dedicated to music and the arts. Her parents sent her to the finest school so she could get the proper training. The two met in their dorm and instantly bonded.
Though they were extremely close, there were several key differences in their personalities. For example, Zoe, while petite and short, was incredibly quick and intelligent, with an IQ of 144. She was very crazy and random, but had a bit of a temper and was a bit too stubborn for her own good. She didn't put up with any shit, believing very much in justice and equality and couldn't stand injustice of any kind. She didn't really care what others thought of her, as long as she feels she did what was right.
Even though Vivienne wasn't the skinniest girl in the world, she was extremely fit and strong, being able to lift several hundred pounds. She was also a few inches taller than Zoe. Even though she was loud and funny with Zoe, she was very quiet and shy around anyone else. In terms of a temper, she had hers in check, but if she gets seriously ticked, she could be extremely frightening. Where Zoe gave a little too much of her opinion, Vivienne gave a bit too little. She too believed in justice, but wasn't too good at speaking up. She didn't like calling attention to herself, except when she was dancing.
"Alright! French toast and bacon!" Zoe exclaimed, claiming her and Viv's usual table. Vivienne laughed to herself and sat down next to her friend as Zoe began piling food onto her plate.
"You really love bacon, don't you?" the brunette asked. Zoe grinned.
"It's the main reason I could never go vegetarian," she said, "That and corn beef! Mmm..." Vivienne smiled and rolled her eyes as she got her food.
"Hey! I have meat and you have coffee! Everyone wins!" Zoe said. It was true. Vivienne loved coffee. She love cappuccinos, frappuccinos, frappes, anything coffee related.
"What are we doing today?" Vivienne asked.
"We're perfecting our duet dance, " Zoe reminded her, "for the competition."
"Oh yeah," Vivienne said, "We should hurry up then." Zoe nodded and the two finished their breakfast. Downing their drinks, the girls put their dishes away and headed to the practice studio.