Author's Note: Ve. I never actually planned on making this story anything more than a oneshot. But…you guys are so sweet~! Plus, I really enjoy writing these characters (and can't quite bring myself to start a whole new LCAU story without writing something canon first). So, to indulge my guilty pleasures and without crossing any self-drawn lines, I shall continue adding chapters to this story. It's, uh, not really gonna have, like, a continuing plot with a big twist at the end or whatever…just a bunch of small, silly stories strung together. But still, at least it's got me writing again, yeah? Credit for Prussia, Spain, Romano, Finland, and Hungary's names go to CaCoPhOnY Of ScReAmS. Unless someone else came up with them first. Uh. Well the point is that I didn't come up with those names.
Disclaimer: Not~ miiine~.
Playlist: Always I Want To Be With You by Erasure, and a healthy dose of Tegan and Sara
Note on Names: (to be added on to from the previous story). Prussia is Gillian Beillschmidt, Spain is Anita Fernandez Carriedo, Romano is Lovina Vargas, Austria is Rosalind Edelstein, Sweden is Berit Oxenstierna, Finland is Tina Väinämöinen, Estonia is Eliisabet von Bock (I honestly have no idea how Estonian names are structured or if they're supposed to have gender agreement, but we can just pretend that this is correct, yeah?), and Hanatamago remains Hanatamago because I don't know if it's possible to genderbend that name. And then there are the briefly mentioned: Japan is Kiku (for I am lazy and technically, Kiku is a girl's name, according to various baby name sites), Cuba is Alejandra, the Netherlands is Holly (bask in my originality!), Ukraine is Keesa Braginsky, Iceland is Eydis, Hungary is Elias Héderváry, Monaco is Marcello, Seychelles is Michel, Germany is Liesl Beillschmidt (I couldn't help it!), and Denmark is Maren.
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It had been two weeks since Aretha had spent the night in Ali's dorm.
Aretha sat cross-legged on her bed, absently picking at the hem of the "I Heart New York" shirt she was wearing as she sneered at her roommate.
"You do realise you look like a prostitute, right?"
Francine gave her a lewd grin from the mirror as she smeared on another layer of red lipstick. "Ah, mon petit lapin," she purred, tossing her long, softly curling blond hair over her shoulder. "Tu n'es pas très adorable quand tu es jalouse."
Aretha's eyelid twitched as her hand curled into a fist. "Bloody tramp, you know I don't speak your language!"
Much to Aretha's irritation, Francine only laughed, smoothing down invisible wrinkles in her black skinny jeans. The French girl also had on a black and white patterned tube top, studded black leather ankle boots, and far too much make up on for Aretha's taste.
"I was only commenting on 'ow charming your attitude is tonight," the taller girl said airily as she swung on a pink leather jacket over her shoulders. "You must be attracting the men like, 'ow do the Americans say? Ah, yes, like bees to 'oney." Francine picked up her small black clutch and made her way to the door. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and gave Aretha a sly look out of the corner of her eyes. "Or maybe you are more interested in the birds, non?"
Aretha flushed and threw a pillow at the other girl. Sadly, she missed.
"Oh, shut up and get the bloody hell out of here!"
"Your words wound me!" Francine cried, clutching at her chest dramatically. Aretha threw another pillow, with better accuracy. "Ow! No need to get violent! 'ow uncivilized!" Francine strode over to the mirror and fussed with her hair for a few seconds before returning to the door and opening it. "I am going to be out with my ladies tonight, and you know 'ow much we like to party, oui?"
Yes, Aretha did. However, she would prefer not to remember the few instances she had gone out drinking with Francine and her ladies; the hangovers were killer, but the waking up half naked in a fountain not once but three times was even worse.
"Do not bother to wait up," Francine smirked as she closed the door behind her.
"When do I ever?" Aretha mumbled to herself as she leaned back against the wall her bed was pushed against. She closed her eyes and revelled in the silence of her Francine-less dorm room until the shrill shout of, "Mes amies!" came from outside her window.
Cursing her curiosity, Aretha got off the bed and raised the blinds of the one window in the dorm. Luckily for Aretha's nosiness, this window happened to look out on the parking lot. It was beginning to get dark out, with the light posts placed sporadically across the parking lot just now starting to flicker on as Aretha watched Francine greet a small group of four other girls.
Three of the girls were wearing pink leather jackets identical to Francine's while the other, a short redhead with a medium length pixie cut, was wearing a dark red halter top and jeans. Aretha was able to recognise two of the girls in pink: the pale girl with her white hair in a long braid wearing tiny jean shorts was Gillian Beillschmidt, who was known for being loud, obnoxious, and (to quote the girl herself) awesome; the other, a tanned brunette with long curly hair and a short black skirt, was Anita Fernandez Carriedo, a very laid back Spanish-born girl who only had eyes for tomatoes and her sometimes-girlfriend, Lovina Vargas, the Italian girl in the dark red halter top. The last girl…
Aretha blinked, and pressed her face further against the window pane. Was that Ali? Since when did Ali hang out with Francine and her ladies?
No, wait, that wasn't Ali, Aretha thought, shaking her head subconsciously. Ali's hair was much shorter, and Ali would be bouncing all over the parking lot, not just meekly standing there…
Aretha made a face as she watched France skip up to Anita and kiss her on both cheeks before sneaking in a quick grope. While Anita did not appear to notice the other girl groping her, Lovina did, and attempted to kick the French girl. Aretha hissed in sympathy when the Italian girl missed by a scant few inches. Unaffected by the petite redhead's hostility, Francine flounced off to greet Gillian and Ali-but-not-Ali in a similar manner. Francine laughed at something Ali-but-not-Ali said and Gillian threw a friendly arm around the meeker girl's shoulders; Anita was meanwhile attempting to hold Lovina's hand, but the girl kept trying to push her away. Aretha quickly found herself growing bored with the scene before her as the five girls stood around in the parking lot chatting, so she stepped away from the window and sat down on her bed again.
After rummaging through the top drawer of her bedside table, Aretha pulled out her much-loved Sense and Sensibility and sighed happily. She peered at the clock on the wall near the door. Five after nine. Five after nine on a Friday night, and she was in her dorm, alone, reading a Jane Austin novel.
Yes, life according to Aretha Kirkland was good.
Sometime past page sixty, Aretha became acutely aware of very loud music coming from the floor above her; if she had to give the music a genre other than trash, she would have labelled it insane-black-death-metal-of-doom-that-no-refined-person-would-bother-to-listen-to. (Aretha conveniently forgot about that summer between her senior year of high school and her first year at college during which she joined a punk rock band, pierced her tongue, and got a tattoo.) Rather than throw a fit and storm up to the next floor to share a piece of her mind with the person who was playing that Goddamned music, Aretha decided it would be best if she stuck to her absolutely invincible British gentlewoman ways and stayed in her dorm and calmly continued reading her novel.
This plan lasted for all of three pages.
Aretha slammed her book down on the bedside table and huffed, shooting a glare upwards. She got up from her bed and crossed the room, pulling her blond hair back into a ponytail. Making sure to leave her door ajar, as it automatically locked when it was closed and she had left her key sitting on the bedside table, Aretha stepped out into the hallway and stomped down the hallway to the stairwell. She slammed the door to the stairs behind her.
As the door slammed shut, a thin brunette with meticulously pin-curled shoulder-blade length hair and glasses poked her head from the dorm across from Aretha's. Rosalind Edelstein "tsk"ed disapprovingly at the unnecessary noise and looked up and down the hallway, vaguely interested in finding out who the offender was, when she noticed that the door across from her wasn't completely shut. Shaking her head at the irresponsibility of the people living across from her, Rosalind briskly strode out of her dorm and, out of the goodness of her heart, firmly closed the door before returning to her room.
On the landing to the second floor, Aretha pushed open the door and strode down the hall, noticing with irritation that the music grew much louder as she continued down the hall. Despite this fact, however, she could not precisely pinpoint which dorm the insane death metal was coming from. Picking the room she figured was most directly over her own, Aretha forcefully knocked on the door and stood back, her arms crossed over her chest in a decidedly no-nonsense fashion.
The door opened and Aretha could feel the blood drain out of her face.
The girl who stood in the doorway had to be at least six feet tall, more than half a foot taller than Aretha, and was quite possibly one of the scariest people she had ever encountered. Her blond hair was parted down the middle and pulled into two twin braids while her fringe just barely brushed the top of her glasses. She was wearing a modest white blouse tucked into a dark blue tulip skirt and she held a book entitled "Män som hatar kvinnor" in one of her hands. While she certainly wasn't as wide or as burly as some of the other girls her height, just the look on her face intimidated the hell out of Aretha.
Aretha opened her mouth but nothing came out, and she closed it again. The other girl raised an eyebrow, further increasing her scariness level, and Aretha allowed her self-righteous anger to push herself out of her shocked state.
"Do you have any idea how loud your music is?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she let her voice slip into its lecture tone. "You had better turn it down immediately before I report you to the RA! Some people are trying to do very important things like read books or do their homework or sleep or forget about their perverted roommate or ignore scary upstairs neighbours or-"
"'s not m' mus'c."
"I-Um, pardon me, what did you say?"
"'s not m' musi'c," the girl repeated slowly, her accent making a garbled mess of her words. Aretha strained her ears to understand the girl. "'s m'wife's."
"Oh." Aretha couldn't help but to blush at the other girl's wording. "Is, uh, your wife in the room with you?"
The girl shook her head and pointed to the dorm directly across the hall. "T'na's'n th' d'rm o'er there."
"Oh. Thank you, and excuse me for the interruption,."
The girl nodded and closed the door.
Aretha turned on her heel and walked to the other door. At first she knocked politely, most of her righteous anger all used up, but after failing to gain the attention of anyone inside the dorm, she knocked harder. It was not until she was nearly pounding the door in that someone finally answered, the music becoming unbearably loud as it spilled into the hallway. The girl who opened was also a blonde with glasses, but she was much shorter and not quite as intimidating.
"Are you Tina?" Aretha asked, remembering to put her hands on her hips and look cross. The girl looked at her blankly.
"One second," she said in a slight accent. It sounded similar to the Russian teacher's assistant's in Economics, but much softer. Aretha watched as she pulled out two earplugs from her ears. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Uh… Would you happen to be Tina?"
"No, but I'll get her for you."
The girl replaced her earplugs and called into the room for Tina to "stop writhing around like that and get to the door." For possibly the second time in the last five minutes, Aretha was regretting her decision to come up and bitch at whoever was playing the music (she was pretty sure the first time was when she met the tall girl across the hallway): who knew what kind of delinquent liked such violent music?
No sooner had Aretha prepared herself to run away screaming than Tina arrived at the door, completely shocking the British girl: Tina was a tiny blonde, only a little shorter than herself, and wore her hair down, with the fringe swept to the side. Despite the fact that her dark eye makeup was smeared, her hair was a mess, and she was wearing tight, ripped, black clothing, Aretha was quite positive she had never met anyone who seemed so harmless. (Even so, she had to worry for the girl's taste in music.)
"Oh, hello!" the girl said cheerfully, sweeping a few strands of her light blond hair out of her face. "I've never met you before; is there anything I can help you with?"
"Um, hello, I'm Aretha Kirkland. I'm in the dorm beneath yours, and I wanted to talk to you about your, ah, music."
"Oh!" The girl quickly ran into the room and soon the foreign heavy death metal was turned off. The girl returned looking very sheepish. "Sorry about that! I was really stressed today after class and I wanted to unwind, so I came over here to Eliisabet's since Berit looks so scary where she's interrupted by music, and I guess I got carried away. I'm sorry it was disturbing y- no, Hanatamago, get back here!"
Aretha jumped back from the doorway as a small fluffy thing darted out, Tina taking off down the hall after it. Her mouth opened in shock as the small blonde girl leapt and tackled the little while fluff ball, wincing in sympathy as the girl further ripped her jeans during her spectacular tackle. Tina pulled herself off the ground and turned to walk back to the dorm, panting and softly scolding the small fluff ball in a foreign language. Although the thing was squirming in her arms, it looked strangely remorseful nonetheless.
As Tina came to a stop in front of Aretha, facing her dorm, Aretha couldn't keep herself from staring and asking, "Is that a dog?"
Tina looked up in terror at the question, clutching the little dog to her chest.
"I didn't know dogs were allowed in the dorms."
"Please don't tell the RA!" Tina said, tears welling up in her dark blue eyes. "Berit and I have worked to hard to keep Hanatamago a secret, and we even had to swear Eliisabet to secrecy since she's my best friend, and I think Berit scared a freshman on the first floor into silence. We can't let her go again! She means so much to me, and the pound's threatened to put her down if they see her on the streets again! You won't tell anyone, will you?
Aretha looked Tina in the eyes and opened her mouth to say "Rules are rules" when she noticed that the very scary girl from earlier had opened her door and was actively glaring down at her. Squeaking quietly under the glare, Aretha quickly stammered, "I didn't see anything!"
Tina gave her a bright smile, the tears in her eyes already gone. "Oh thank you! I promise I'll keep the Suomirock down!"
The scary girl stopped glaring at Aretha and sent a slightly fond, but mostly blank and still frightening, look towards the small blonde in front of her, placing a hand on the Tina's head. Tina looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Berit! I didn't know you were there!"
"M'wife," Berit said in lieu of a proper response, leaning down to kiss Tina on her forehead. The girl blushed, but tilted her head upwards to meet the taller girl's lips in a chaste kiss.
"…not your wife," Tina said when they parted, and Aretha blushed, ignoring but the intimacy and the fact that she could practically touch the "yet" that was lurking at the end of Tina's sentence. Feeling that her monthly quota of witnessing other people's happy-couple-moments had already been reached two weeks earlier when she was in the same room as Filipina and Toria, Aretha quickly said her goodbyes and hurried off down the hall toward the stairs.
As she was passing the last dorm before the stairs, the door swung open and someone was shoved out, slamming into Aretha and nearly knocking them down. A loud, "And, like, stay out!" was shouted as the dorm's door was banged shut once more.
"Get the bloody hell off me," she cursed loudly, trying to disentangle the unknown idiot's arms from around her. It was as she took in a large whiff of lavender mixed with the smell of hamburgers and Coke the she realised that this idiot could very well be her American idiot. Er. She meant the American idiot, not her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the person's shirt, a large tee with the phrase "Built Ford Tough" stamped across the front. Much to her embarrassment, Aretha could tell the American wasn't wearing a bra. Again.
…Why was she even noticing?
It was with a vague sense of déjà vu that Aretha looked up into Ali F. Jones' grinning face.
"Oh my gosh, Aretha, is that you?" the girl gushed, pulling in a struggling smaller blonde for a hug. "It's been such a long time since we last saw each other! Did you pass your midterms? You seem like the sort of dull geek who'd be worried about something like that… But what are you doing up here? Did your roommate lock you out again? You can stay with me again, cuz my roomie's out again. She stays out pretty late when she does go out. I'm pretty sure she told me where she was going, but I can't quite remember…huh. Oh my gosh, you're wearing my stuff! You look so adorable!"
Aretha pushed Ali off of her and crossed her arms. "You git, no I do not need a room tonight. I am not your damsel in distress." Aretha looked at Ali's expectant face and sighed, resigning herself to a conversation with the girl. "What are you doing up here?"
"Me? I'm trying to find someone to watch this movie with me," she said, waving around a DVD copy of The Blair Witch Project. "First I tried Eliisabet's door, but no one answered. I don't think she could hear me over the music, and besides, if I had invited Eliise, then it'd be rude not to invite Tina, and everyone knows Tina doesn't go anywhere without Berit, and to be honest, Berit really scares the hell out of me, and I do not want to watch a scary movie while in the same room as Berit. I wanted to go ask Kiku, but she's out of town visiting her roommate's family. So then I thought I should try Alejandra's room, but then I remembered that I hate Alejandra. Anyway, then I tried asking Toria, she sleeps over there," she waved at the dorm she had just gotten thrown out of, "but then Filipina when batshit crazy on me, telling me that," she adopted a nasally voice in vague impression of the girl in question, "if I, like, even think about touching Toria inappropriately, she's going to, like, totally make Warsaw my capital! Ha! Make Warsaw my capital? What the hell does that even mean? And besides, if she's worried that I'm going to steal her girlfriend, she's even crazier that I first thought."
Ali paused, and turned to look at Aretha, who had been trying to inconspicuously sneak away during the taller girl's rant.
"Do you know what I just realised?"
"Pray tell."
"It's like everyone in this building is a lesbian!" Aretha snorted. "No, I'm serious! Can you think of anyone here who is undeniably straight?"
Aretha ignored the warmth in her stomach that had sparked up when it was clear that Ali didn't consider herself 'undeniably straight.' "What about Holly? The girl with the scar over her eyebrow?"
Ali shook her head. "She's a total cougar. The boys she goes after are young enough to look and sound like girls. Doesn't count."
"Isn't Eliisabet dating the TA for Economics?"
"Who, Keesa? No one knows if they're serious. Besides, Eliise had that really brief thing with Eydis near the beginning of the semester."
"Well, I know for a fact that Rosalind is head over heals for Elias."
"And I know for a fact that she and Verena Zwingli were pretty serious all throughout high school."
"Verena? I could have sworn that she and Marcello were together. Whenever my perverted roommate would try to convince her to go out for a drink, she would always say that she had a study date with him…"
"Yeah, to study. She's always been crazy for his statistics work, especially when it involves money." Ali flashed a victorious grin at Aretha. "See what I mean? The whole building's filled with lesbians!"
"No need to act like you're right about everything," Aretha muttered, inching toward the door to the stairs.
"But I am right! The hero is always right, and since I'm the heroine, I'm always right, and- Hey, wait, come back!"
Aretha had entered the stairwell and was descending, having determined that no matter how cute the American idiot may appear while she's ranting, she's still obnoxious. Wait. What? "I'm going back to my room so I can finish reading Sense and Sensibility."
"Sense and what? Sounds boring," Ali said, following her down the stairs and onto the first floor. "Hey, I know! You should totally watch The Blair Witch Project with me!"
"Tempting, but…no."
The two had Aretha's door, and the smaller blond didn't look away from Ali as she reached forward to push the door open. However, her hand met solid resistance, and she looked away from the American to frown at the door. "What the hell?" she muttered, jiggling the doorknob though she knew it to be futile.
"What's wrong?"
"Bloody door's locked."
"Well, don't you have a key?"
"If I had the key with me, I wouldn't be standing out here in the middle of the fucking hallway!" Aretha suddenly kicked the door. Most unfortunately for her, the door was made out of a solid wood, and she ended up doing more damage to her foot than to the door.
Ali hissed in sympathy, over both the situation and Aretha's sure-to-be-bruised foot. "Tough luck. So…do you need a room for tonight now?"
"If I were you, I'd shut the bloody hell up right now."
Ali only laughed. "Looks like you are my damsel in distress tonight! Luckily for you, your heroine is here to save you! Come on!" Then, without looking back at Aretha, Ali turned on her heel and began walking toward the dorm Aretha remembered to be hers.
Aretha stayed where she was for only a couple of moments, fuming, before heaving a sigh. She knew Francine was likely to stay out until dawn, and she would really rather not sleep out in the hallway. Slowly, she followed Ali into the dorm.
Ali's side of the room was as messy as usual; in fact, Aretha could have sworn that the assorted bras, socks, and burger wrappers were in the same place as they were two weeks ago. The only aspects of the room that seemed to be different was that there was a pile of pillows and a blue-with-white-stars comforter in the aisle between the two beds, and there was a box of half-eaten pepperoni pizza sitting on Ali's bed next to her laptop. Aretha awkwardly closed the door behind her as the taller blonde flopped down onto her nest of starry bedding, waking up the laptop and inserting the DVD. She looked over to Aretha.
"What are you doing just standing there? Turn off the lights and c'mon!" As Aretha turned out the lights, she reached behind her and pulled the comforter and pillows off the meticulously made bed behind her. The British girl carefully picked her way across the room and sat in the pile of softness a fair distance away from Ali.
"So what is this movie about?" Aretha asked, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her arms on them.
"You haven't seen it either? Well, I think my roommate said it explains it in the beginning…Why are you sitting so far away? I bet you can't even see the screen!"
Aretha yelped as Ali reached across the distance and tugged her closer. Unable (rather, unwilling) to protest with anything harsher than a, "You didn't have to pull so hard," Aretha found herself sitting almost uncomfortably close to the other girl, who was staring at her in a decidedly disconcerting manner and knocking their knees together.
"Hey Artie," she whispered, leaning in close to Aretha as the credits began to play on the laptop screen. Annoyingly, Aretha could feel her heartbeat speed up and blood rush to her face in a furious blush.
"W-what?" she whispered back, leaning forward subconsciously.
"Do you want a piece of pizza?"
Aretha stared at the piece of pizza Ali was now waving in front of her face, a tick developing beneath her eye as a lump of greasy cheese and pepperoni slid off the slice and onto one of the comforters. "No thanks," she muttered, turning back to the screen.
"Suit yourself," she heard Ali say through a mouthful of pizza.
The British girl frowned as the explanation of the movie flashed across the screen, though she didn't bother to read it; she was too busy watching Ali out of the corner of her eye. The girl had stopped chewing, and though her mouth was (thankfully) closed, her eyes were wide open, the light from the screen playing against her cheeks and glasses; her messy blond hair was tucked behind her ears except for the errant bang that stood straight up. She was leaning forward, elbows braced on her crossed legs, and Aretha could tell that already she was shaking.
It was adorable, in an absolutely obnoxious way.
The smaller blonde increased the intensity of her glare and leaned back against the bed. She was an absolutely invincible English gentlewoman, and absolutely invincible English gentlewomen did not develop crushes on loud, obnoxious, tall, gorgeous, er, ditzy, blonde, American girls!
Ali yelped and grabbed at Aretha's hand.
"There's something out there!" she squeaked in terror, pointing at the woods in the shot on the screen as she tried to hide behind Aretha's shoulder.
Well, fuck, Aretha thought as a heavy blush darkened her cheeks. It was only about fifteen minutes into the movie, and if Ali kept this up throughout the entire film, Aretha was sure she was going to have a ruptured blood vessel in her cheeks due to intense blushing.
There goes all hope of me denying this being a crush, she thought as Ali snuggled closer in terror. Because while absolutely invincible English gentlewomen did not develop crushes on loud, etc. etc., American girls, they most certainly would never ever allow themselves to live a life of denial. So Aretha sighed, and scooted down some more to let Ali hide her face in her shoulder.
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Aretha had to admit, this movie was getting pretty creepy.
She wasn't, by anyone's standards, scared, but if she was being completely honest, there would be chance in hell that she was going into the woods anytime soon.
The two gits (there had been another in the beginning, but apparently he had been eaten, or something) had just decided that going into the abandoned house in the middle of the woods was a brilliant idea, and one of the gits, the boy, claimed to hear his idiot friend screaming, and was about to go up the stairs when-
The dorm's door opened.
Ali screamed.
"IT'S THE BLAIR WITCH!" she shrieked, trying to climb into Aretha's lap while simultaneously groping around on the floor for something. She managed to grab the case for the DVD and chucked it at the dark silhouette in the doorway.
"W-what did you do that for, Ali?" the shadow yelped, rubbing its head.
"THE BLAIR WITCH KNOWS MY NAME!"
Aretha watched in shocked silence as the figure groped around the wall near the doorframe. Within seconds, the light was turned on, revealing a girl with long, wavy blond hair wearing a pink leather jacket, jeans, and a frown.
"No, you idiot, it's me, Madeleine."
"MADDIE! I thought you were the Blair Witch!" Ali greeted, a broad grin spreading across her face even as she continued to shiver.
"I noticed. Who are you sitting on this time? …She looks rather uncomfortable."
"Hmm?" Ali looked down and seemed to, for the first time, notice that she was sitting in the other girl's lap. She crawled off to sit on her knees facing the doorway. "Maddie, this is my new friend Artie. Artie, this is my roomie Maddie."
"It's Aretha," she said, shooting a glare at Ali, but standing to shake Maddie's hand. "Pleasure. Did Francine come back with you?"
Maddie frowned and opened her mouth to say something but was cut off when another person jumped in from the hallway and latched onto her back, thoroughly groping her chest. Ali let out another strangled shriek about the Blair Witch and hid under one of the comforters, but Maddie seemed to handle the situation with much more composure.
"G-Gillian!" she exclaimed, reaching up to pry the hands from her breasts. "What are you doing?"
"Invading your vital regions with my awesomeness, my dear Madeleine!"
"Are you going to let go anytime soon?"
"Why would the awesome me do anything as unawesome as that?"
"Thought not."
Maddie finally managed to extract the other girl's hands so that they were merely loosely wrapped around her waist with her chin resting on Maddie's shoulder. Aretha gave Gillian Beillschmidt an unimpressed look; while she didn't often hang out with Francine and her ladies, she was still exposed to them enough to be unsurprised by any sudden acts of pervertedness. In return, the white-haired girl stuck her tongue out at her. Maddie noticed the attention her friend was giving to the other girl and turned to Aretha.
"As I was saying, sorry, Francine didn't come back with us. She was trying to chat up Michel the last time I checked," she added bitterly. Giving Aretha a suspicious look, she added, "Why?"
"She's my roommate, and…I accidentally locked myself out of our dorm."
Ali seemed to have recovered by then. "Yeah! I invited her to stay here since she didn't have anywhere else. I thought you were gonna be out later, Maddie…"
Gillian suddenly perked up, tightening her hold on the blond girl in her arms. "Well Maddie can stay with me and Liesl tonight since I'm so awesome and it would do Maddie good to get away from your unawesomeness."
Ali wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, Maddie, I can't believe you hang out with this albino creep!"
Before Gillian could say anything, Maddie frowned at her roommate and said, "Don't make fun of my friends, Ali. I don't make fun of yours, no matter how loud, obnoxious, and drunk Maren is. I hope you and Aretha have a nice time finishing your movie; I'll be on the second floor in Gillian and Liesl's room if you need me." Maddie turned to exit, Gillian still attached to her back, when she gave Aretha a look. "Don't let her scream too loud; some people are trying to sleep."
Aretha tried her best not to blush as Gillian gave her a wink when she closed the door. She turned to Ali, who was sitting on the floor, surrounded in comforters and pillows. Ali gave her a grin and a thumbs up.
"Ready to finish that movie?"
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When Aretha woke up the next morning with her legs tangled with another girl's for the second time in her life, she didn't freak out nearly as badly as she did two weeks ago. But she still freaked out.
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(In my headcanon, the fem!BadTouchTrio would be like the Pink Ladies from Grease.)
NEVILLE! What are you doing? Why are you focusing on Aretha's interactions with random characters and not on Aretha and Ali's relationship? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just trying to build up her character is all! I promise I'll attempt more lovely fem!slash for you in the next story, alright? But that might be awhile…You see, summer is coming to an end and I have yet to finish my summer assignments, and I'm trying out for Iceland for the APHWC on You Tube (even though I know I won't get in), and-and-and…-sobs in emo corner-
…I need more sleep and less summer assignments. Um. I'm only just starting French III, so my bad if the small amount of French here is incorrect. ("Mon petit lapin" should be "my little rabbit," while "tu n'es pas très adorable quand tu es jalouse" should be "you are not very charming when you're jealous." Basically, just France being full of herself.) If I'm wrong…uh…Laugh at my incompetence but skip over it?
(Now I'm in love with both my fem!Poland and fem!Romano. Thought you should know. Also, you guys just witnessed my first fem!slash kiss. Be porud of me, even if it didn't involve either of the main characters.)