"Trini."
She blinked, looking up at the doorway where her roommate stood. Wearing… that. Yeah…
"Yes, Kim?"
"Trini," Kim said again, very calmly and slowly. "Where were you when I bought this?"
Trini cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. "Why?"
"Because you have failed Girl Code Provision 372 Subsection 15," Kim said, carefully forming every word.
Trini blinked again. "You thought it was cute."
"I also thought bicycle shorts should be worn with dresses," Kim pointed out. "You're supposed to be the rational one."
Trini ducked her head, letting her fringe hide the epic eye rolling she indulged in. She knew that intro to law class was going to bite her in the butt when Kim put her on her fall schedule. "Kimberly, just remove… the thing and we'll go return it."
"There is one minor problem with that," Kim replied slowly, "I have a party to go to and nothing else to wear."
Trini coughed to keep herself from letting the knee-jerk response get out, her hand firmly over her mouth to hide her twitching lips. Then she looked up and squinted. "Off-hand, I'd say you'd be better off wearing pretty much anything else. Including those bicycle shorts."
Silence.
"…I think I might have a pair somewhere."
Silence.
Then a voice from the front door.
"Kim… just what is that growing on your shoulder?" Zack called out, leaning liquidly on the beige doorframe. "Looks like something Rita would turn into a monster."
Gelatinous silence.
Clicking of heels.
Door slam.
Trini shook her head and went back to writing her paper. It was easy to be a psych student with so much great inspiration to draw on.
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