Noelle
I led the way to my room. We all piled in and found somewhere to sit. Cheyenne's face was as black as a thundercloud.
"We can't let them stay here!" she spat. "They are not like us."
I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks for the observation, Miss Perfect," I said. The others smirked.
"They look OK," said Reed. Typical Reed. She was one of my best friends but she trusted everyone she ever met.
Taylor was winding her curls round her finger, a frown plastered across her brow.
"Taylor, hun, you are going to get some serious wrinkles if you carry on frowning like that," said Kiran, looking at her critically over the top of her compact as she re-applied blusher.
"I've seen them before. I'm certain of it," she murmured.
"Where?" gasped the Twin Cities.
"Nah, it can't possibly be them," Taylor said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Fine, be mysterious," said Rose from the corner.
"OMG! Come see these guys!" squealed Portia, suddenly pressing herself to window. Half the girls scrambled up on the window seat beside her. I heard faint gasps as Kiran said "What I wouldn't give to make out with them,"
"Which one?" asked Astrid excitedly. Kiran tipped her head to one side and pouted as she considered.
"The one with the golden hair," she said after a while. "But the bronze haired one is gorgy too."
I shoved my way through the girls. They moaned but let me through. I stood before the window, towering over them.
"Remember ladies, we are the respectable members of Billings. We do not run around after some guys, no matter how hot they are!" I said glaring at them.
"You may want to rethink those words when you've had a look," sniggered Kiran.
I turned round and looked out the window. All my breath left me in a gasp.
"Told ya," laughed Astrid. Sitting in the shade of Big Bubba were three gods. They were perfect in every way. The bronzed haired one was lying against Bubba's trunk, his eyes closed. The golden-haired one Kiran liked was sprawled on the grass his face cracked in a grin. A third was also sprawled on the grass. He was HUGE! The others were muscular but he was built like a small mountain. He had gorgeous dark curls. He was laughing with the golden-haired guy next to him. Suddenly the bronze haired one opened his eyes and looked directly up at the window. He smiled and said something to the others. They turned and stared at me too. The dark haired one waggled his fingers at me. Then they laughed. At me. Noelle Lange.
I yanked the curtains shut, fuming. No-one laughed at me. Ever.
"Well?" demanded Vienna.
"Did you like them?" asked London, her eyes big.
I turned from the window, holding my head high.
"They look like idiots. They are nothing but pretty boys," I snapped and flopped down on the bed by Reed. "Back to the real problem, ladies. What about those girls?"
"Why don't we let them in on probation?" asked Constance.
"Probation?!" snorted Missy.
"Please don't snort Missy, or we'll all be sucked through to China!" snapped Cheyenne.
"What is your idea?" I asked Constance.
"Well, we just pretend we've accepted them but really be like, watching them to see if they're Billings material," she explained. We all took this in.
"Seems good," mused Kiran as she applied mascara. "Now I don't know about you but I'm going to see if I can catch the eye of those gorgeous specimens of men outside," she smiled, checking her reflection in the compact mirror.
The girls all "oohed" and stood up and moved to the door. Before they could get to it, it slammed back and Rosalie strode into the room. Alice bounced after her.
"Hmmm, I like this room," said Rosalie.
"This room has amazing potential!" squealed Alice as she prodded the mattress on Ariana's old bed. "It is sooo you Rose!" she gushed.
"Where will you and Bella go?" Rosalie said, opening the door to the massive wardrobe.
"There's an empty room a few doors down."
Alice peered past Rosalie into the wardrobe. "It's a bit on the small side," she pouted. "And the bathrooms are, like, inhumane!"
"Well, I'm sure Bella will be thrilled to know you can't fit your truck-load of make-up in there."
Alice laughed. It was a tinkly sound like bells ringing. She peered in the mirror next to the wardrobe.
"Eek! My hair is going flat!" she squealed and whirled round to face us.
"Anyone got any hairspray? It's an emergency!" she said, trying to stick up her already spiky hairstyle.
Kiran dug in her bag and pulled out a can. Cheyenne made a disagreeing noise and Rose dug her in the ribs. Alice grabbed the hairspray and sprayed it liberally all over her hair. She admired the effect in the mirror and her eyes met Kiran's.
"Hey, you are Kiran Hayes, aren't you?" she said. Rosalie stared at her. Kiran shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm a model. Got a problem?" she asked, tipping her head back and placing a hand on her hip.
"Nah, but my brother isconstantly drooling over you when you appear in their mags," Alice giggled. Rosalie shot her a look.
I found my mouth again.
"What do you mean you like this room!?" I snapped. Rosalie gave me a withering look.
"Temper, temper!" she simpered. "That's not a nice thing to say to your new roommate!"
