"Never have I ever kissed a girl, smart ass."- Dana
When Ella went to Italy for school, she knew that she was taking a risk. Italy was the hot spot for her dad's band, and people trying to break in to the fashion industry didn't like people who already had away in. So, she was a little nervous when unpacking her stuff into her apartment.
She spent the whole day unloading her boxes and organizing her room, and not once did she see her new roommate. She even peeked into the other room, and other than two or three boxes thrown on the floor. The kitchen barely had any food in it either. Just some instant ramen and microwave mac-'n'-cheese.
But as when Ella was skimming through the Italian TV channels, her front door opened.
Somewhat stumbling into the living room was a tall red head. She was thin, lanky, very pale, and apparently knew how to have a good time before it was even 8pm.
"H-hic-i, I'm Kendelle." She spoke in a thick Irish accent, but grinned and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. "God, you know you partied to hard when your eyes -hic- hurt twenty-four hours later!"
Ella wasn't really quite sure what to make of the red headed woman, so she just stared.
"So, I thought I'd warn you in adva-hic-vance." She flops down on to the recliner chair and slings her coat to the floor. "I," she pauses to gather herself, "I prett-pretty much come home like thi-i-s every Sunday. To much party."
"Oh well, that's nice to know." Ella just sat on the couch and stared at her new roommate. "I'm Ella Pador."
"Hum. Nice name Ell-Ah Pad-door." Kendelle giggled, bending over the arm of the chair. "Oh! Oh! An-and I don't have personal space."
"Oh, I'm kind of used to that." It was true. Not only did she like hugs, but you didn't exactly have personal space if you were friends with Jason.
"M-mkay. Hey, I kno-hic we just met... but will you make me some mac-'n'-cheese? It's my drunk food of choice."
Strangely enough, Ella like having Kendelle as a roommate. Kendelle never brought strange men back to the house, or partied on week days, and always went to class come Monday morning. But she really wasn't kidding about that personal space thing.
Sometimes, if Ella was wearing a low cut shirt, Kendelle would hold Ella's breasts in her hands and then rave about how perfectly 'globe-ullar' they are. Or comment on Ella's underwear choice when she was doing laundry. At first it bothered her, who did Kendelle think she was? Fun, that's what she was.
"Hey Ella!"
"Yeah?"
"How red is this lipstick?" Ella swiveled her head to look at her friend and took in Kendelle's appearance. Normally, she had a rule about red-heads wearing red lipstick but she thought it looked kind of sweet on Kendelle.
"It looks good."
"Great! It's supposed to be long lasting." Kendelle exclaimed while adjusting her bra.
"For how long? Is it water proof or something like that?" Kendelle looked up from her breasts and gave Ella a confused look.
"You know, I have no idea. I wonder how long lasting it is..." Taking the back of her hand, she wiped her lips but the color stayed in place.
"Okay, last thing before I go."
"What?"
What she wasn't expecting was Kendelle yanking her by the collar and planting a fat one on her. After about 4 seconds, Kendelle let go and rushed to the bathroom closely followed by Ella.
"What the fu-"
"Oh my god! Best lipstick ever! I doesn't even come off when you kiss someone!" Kendelle cheered, examining her teeth for offensive red stains.
"Wait, wha-"
"Oh, look in the mirror!" Kendelle rolled her eyes and yanked her into the reflection.
There Ella was, looking very confused, but no red lipstick stains. Ella examined her lips closely and then looked at Kendelle's.
"Well, damn. What brand of lipstick is that?"