"I'm posting another roommate ad online," Fiona Coyne declared as she swung the door open and sauntered into her condo.
It had only been a week since Drew Torres moved out back into his parents' residence and although she was elated that the awkwardness and petty bickering vanished overnight, the condo was quite big for solely a girl of her stature (and as much as she still didn't want to openly admit it, it was nicer only paying half of the rent; plus, the loneliness was secretly getting the best of her). "If I lived with a girl do you think you'd be jealous?"
Imogen Moreno followed Fiona's lead, gently shutting the door. She knew that things between Fiona and Drew had been rocky, and she also caught onto the fact that when one of them made an advance to better their relationship, it was always at a time where the other wasn't receptive to the opportunity of squashing the feud whatsoever. Considering the complexity of the groups at Degrassi and how the majority of the cliques intertwined with all the others somehow, Imogen was thankful that Fiona hadn't actually kicked Drew out; had that happened, numerous friendships would have been thrust into pretty uncomfortable circumstances. Luckily for Fiona – and Imogen's reputation – a push or two from Drew's girlfriend Bianca DeSousa and a couple lectures from his mom Audra put enough pressure on the teen to convince him to return to the parental unit.
Imogen dropped her bag on the coffee table as she plopped down onto the cool couch, bringing her feet up and crisscrossing her legs. Imogen wasn't stupid, nor typically the jealous type. She knew with half the chance of a guy moving in, there was also a good half chance that said guy would have some sort of attraction to the female gender; which wasn't a big deal – Imogen couldn't blame anyone for checking out her girlfriend, she wasn't blind and knew just how gorgeous she was. The only thing that really made her nervous was that if the guy was a random, attracted to women, in a younger age range and looking to live more independently, she could feel in her stomach that the chances of him being scum were high and she wasn't about to let some creep put moves on her woman. Since Fiona's roommate hunt began around Degrassi once again, Imogen secretly had her fingers crossed that the applicants would be gay males that had no chance of questioning their sexual orientation.
As for women, Imogen didn't want to be ignorant one way or the other. If the woman applicant was straight she had to admit that she'd feel more at ease, however, considering how her original label didn't pertain to her much anymore, she knew the realm of possibility included the chance that a straight woman would fall for Fiona; again, Fiona was absolutely beautiful, plus she was cultured, dressed like something straight out of a high fashion magazine and carried herself very well. It wouldn't have been a surprise to Imogen if another supposedly straight woman fell for the Coyne charm once again. She recognized that now she was being a bit paranoid, and had to tone down her worries some.
However, though Imogen did trust Fiona, she knew her emotions would eventually get the best of her, having her girlfriend living with another girl that was, well, attracted to girls. It wasn't because she was naïve enough to think that just because the applicant liked girls that she would ambush Fiona one day and magically they'd fall in love, but it was more so that Fiona may end up having an attractive bi or lesbian roommate whom she'd eventually love spending time with, get very comfortable around and drift more towards her. To add on to that speculation, Imogen feared that after being around the person for a long enough time, Fiona would prefer an experienced bi or lesbian roommate over her amateur self.
As the thoughts raced through Imogen's mind, Fiona simply smiled as she approached her girlfriend on the couch after kicking off her heels, placing her purse down on the island in the kitchen and grabbing her laptop. She snagged the seat directly beside her quirky girlfriend, kissing her cheek ever so lightly as she opened up her laptop and switched it on. "Just kidding," Fiona retracted happily, oblivious that she was originally a bit more spot on than she thought. "I know you aren't one to get jealous."
Imogen remained silent with a phony smile on her face; sitting back against the couch cushions and placed her arm around Fiona's waist. Fiona cuddled into her some, clicking the television on and passed her the remote. Imogen switched the channel to Spongebob Squarepants, which Fiona had learned to get used to over their relationship (especially after learning the possible things the characters had been rumored to represent and catching onto the innuendos). Within twenty minutes Fiona had successfully put up a professional looking ad, pictures included and such, and not so surprisingly already had a couple replies.
Fiona squealed and clapped her hands at her success, catching Imogen's attention. As Fiona turned her laptop so Imogen could see a bit better, the younger girl finally spoke up. "Let's look at these together and I'll help you pick a roommate," she offered. Her voice tried to put out light-heartedness, but the concern shone through a bit stronger. Fiona, of course, remained clueless to her girlfriend's true feelings and happily obliged with the idea. They clicked on the offers one by one that gave her a general sense of the people she could potentially share a space with.
The first offer was from a guy. He seemed straight and listed his age as 22. He voluntarily attached a picture though it wasn't asked of at all, causing both of the girls to gasp then giggled uncontrollably once it had appeared considering he looked like something straight out of the stereotypical Jersey Shore. The girls did their best to not judge based on his looks – including the awfully orange tint that was his skin – and moved on to the more professional stuff. He had added that paying rent wouldn't ever be a problem, and that he worked at a pizzeria full-time as a manager. Both girls were a bit impressed at his rank, considering it did take a lot of experience and responsibility to manage anything, but just as they warmed up to the character, in the 'Anything else you think is important for me to know' part of the application, the douchebag had added: 'You're hot, I'm hot. It only makes sense we live together. But even if we don't…we should grab a bite to eat or something.' In one of the pictures Fiona posted of the condo, she was present but not in a way to make herself look good, it was for the purpose of showing off the condo. Of course the hormone-crazed guy went out of his way to focus his eyes on poor Fiona, and Imogen was not going to have that, no matter how desperate Fiona could have ever been to have a roommate.
"Nope, next!" Imogen instructed.
Fiona nodded her head a bit vigorously, happy to clear the loser away from her screen, which brought them to candidate number two. This time they stumbled upon a girl. Straight, which made Imogen ecstatic. She was newly 20, a student at Toronto University studying journalism, didn't have the funds herself to live more independently but luckily she had well off parents; though she did work part time at a Roots store so she wasn't an entirely spoiled brat, which both girls liked. As the girls clicked on her provided FaceRange link – voluntarily given so they could tap into her personality a bit – naturally Fiona and Imogen went straight for her pictures. Imogen's jaw nearly dropped to the floor as they scrolled through the first couple photos, hurriedly turning her head to catch Fiona's reaction: she had a huge smirk on her face. The girl was a younger, even more attractive twin of Olivia Wilde with gorgeous golden locks – Imogen couldn't freaking believe it.
"I like her," Fiona immediately announced; Imogen could almost see drool seeping out the corner of her girlfriend's mouth.
"No, no, no!" Imogen disputed, causing Fiona to throw her a perplexed look; one that said 'what the hell, are you on drugs'. "Fiona, you don't even know her," Imogen explained, attempting to conceal her major jealousy.
"Immy…I don't need to know her," Fiona grinned. "I'd be more than glad to get to know her while she's living here."
Imogen brought her hand up in front of her girlfriend's face, snapping her fingers in attempt to gather her attention. "She looks more of the…cheerleader, sorority type that you hate," Imogen tried, her voice cracking some as she grew more anxious.
Fiona's grin remained static, but her lips pursed out a little as her eyes settled on Imogen's. She lifted her hand and placed it on her younger girlfriend's cheek, her thumb gently stroking it. "Aw, is somebody jealous?"
Imogen immediately put on her best poker face – it wasn't good, but it was enough to keep Fiona underestimating just how jealous her girlfriend was. "You're so precious!" She cooed. "She's straight, and you never have anything to worry about," she consoled, pinching Imogen's cheek lightly. "Who knows, she could be hiding an artsy side and after discovering it, you might end up trading me in for her. I appreciate your concern though." After a moment, she giggled as she released Imogen from her grip, leaning in to seal their fate as a couple with a tender kiss. Imogen was receptive to it, but kissed Fiona back like there was no tomorrow.
Fiona was a bit surprised as she slowly pulled back – their kisses were always amazing, but that one had a little something special. She bit down on her own bottom lip, a smile evident and placed her laptop off to her side, rising up from the couch. "I should call her," Fiona said, leaning down as she left a light peck on her girlfriend's lips before strolling away to get her phone from her purse.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks, however, as Imogen grabbed her hand and, as lightly as she could, pulled her back. Fiona cocked a brow as her eyes focused on the quirky girl, and Imogen's mind and heart both began racing. She pulled Fiona into her lap where Fiona gracefully took a seat, but Imogen had to come up with something, and fast. She snaked her arms around her girlfriend's waist, getting a tight hold around her. She leaned forward just to gently brush the tip of her nose along the socialite's, causing Fiona to blush a bit; Imogen knew the cute antics would help buy her time. Again, Imogen wasn't typically jealous and actually never really cared when Fiona would discuss how attractive she thought someone was, whether it be a celebrity or even some random passerby. But the thought of two attractive females, one lesbian and one supposedly straight, randomly living in a condo together sounded like a bad sitcom where they would end up together somehow to up male viewer ratings. Living with someone was an entirely different circumstance and lead to closer, deeper relationships as long as the roommates weren't at one another's throats.
Fiona could sense a bit of hesitation from Imogen, considering the way she was holding her and engaging with her seemed slightly off. She pressed her forehead against Imogen's, looking into her eyes lovingly. "Immy I do need a roommate…being alone isn't very safe. Plus, would you prefer her or the meathead?"
Imogen shrugged her shoulders, wincing at the question, knowing that Fiona had a point. "Well her obviously, that guy's a complete psycho in the making."
Fiona laughed softly, nodding her head. "I agree one hundred percent. And I'm not sure I'll get any other offers. I can't handle this place all by myself."
Imogen ran her hands along Fiona's back slowly as she searched for anything that could help the situation. Other parts of the girl's background had also confirmed that the two girls would have much in common ranging from their fashion sense, interests and so on. If the girl was as open-minded as Imogen had been, Fiona could potentially have some other soulmate on her hands and Imogen wasn't willing to risk that. "What if I live with you?" She suddenly inquired.
