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Sudden realization: a sudden intuitive leap of understanding, especially through an ordinary but striking occurrence

"Mitchie?"

"Mickey?" Mikayla is giggling at my position right now. When I hear my name from her mouth my clothes dropped and I don't know whether to cover my breast or my you-know-what. I, stupidly enough, went for my breast and left that uncovered. She clenches her jaw trying to hold a laugh and turns around. I take this as a perfect opportunity to grab my sport bag.

Should of just worn what I had on previously. So what if it were a waste of time to apply the dirt back on my body? At least I wouldn't have gone through this.

I close the door behind me to find myself face-to-face to a TNT labeled towel. Well that's nice. I snatch the towel from it's hanger and dry my body. I swear I should seriously get some contacts or something. I think I'm kinda blind. Let's see what to wear? I look at myself in the mirror.

I can't believe Mikayla is here. That's so freaking random. I mean out of nowhere I end up having a roommate. Not just any roommate. My best friend from Texas. We've known each other since birth but I came to Arkansas and well she moved to Hollywood in search of her dreams. We tried to talk over the phone but I got to involved in school work and she didn't have time with auditions and all that crap.

Still…Mikayla here. She's definitely crushed her old shell and gotten a completely different one. She grew…everywhere. Her breasts are bigger, her bums actually there and she's taller. Her hair cascades down her back glorious and as dark as Hitler's heart. She's so pretty. I can't even believe I recognized her. What if she isn't Mikayla? No, no it is. How the hell would she have recognized me? No other way!

I walk out to the room and I'm knocked out of my own head by Mikayla's hands circumnavigating my torso. A sensual rose fragrance forces It's way up my nostrils. The hug is tight but kind to my body. She rubs her hands up my spine and I recoil, bumping our bodies slightly.

"Wow, Mitchie. I can't believe it's you!" She presses her hands tighter around me dilating the numbness around my body.

"Uh…I found a towel." Ok, now what in the world was that? She ends the hug a little bit of giggles left in her.

"A little late for that. I saw everything. Would have given me a lap dance first." I ice out.

"That's not funny." She covers her mouth and drops on the bed. A toothy grins possessing her features I can't hold it in my and my lips tremble. It really was funny.

"We're not telling about this." Mikayla throws her hands around me again.

"I can't believe you're here. It's been so long!"

"I know, I tried calling you billions of times. What happened?" She tightens her lip in query expression.

"I don't know, life?" The typical Mikayla. She's only changed on the outside. She's never been the type that yielded to anything at all. Her parents never had an absolute control over her. Not that she was a rebel but if Mikayla wanted to be famous so be it. Her mom didn't intervene at all. "But now we have no excuses. We should make up for all the years we've been apart!" She grinned. A new thing in Mikayla. She now seemed more confident than she ever was. It's like she knows she's hot…I-I mean decent looking.

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