Popcorn
A Burnice College AU
cover art credit NariJade
Burnice was having an interesting day, of course every day was interesting according to Burnice. Everyday she woke up and her mind instantly blinked to the many things that she would get to do on any particular day. New foods, new clothes, new experiences and the like. Burnice lived to see it all and nothing would get in her way!
That was yesterday and today was today. Sunday. She blinked a few times before lifting her body to a sitting down position in bed to gain a viewing point of her own room.
"Yep, still messy" she thought to herself.
"'Rancid' as Lucy would put it, why does she have to be such a negative Nancy all the time? So judgy too, guess she's just got a lot on her plate."
Burnice unconsciously went into a deep satisfying stretch and sighed with relief. She grabbed the top of her dog pattern blankets and pulled them off the bed letting the cool air of the room seep into her body. As usually she was wearing her favorite pair of pajam-
"Where are my pajamas"
Instead of pajamas she was wearing her lucky panties and her favorite miniskirt except the miniskirt was pulled down to her knees. She was also wearing her black tube top.
She felt puzzled by this. Burnice was something of a creature of habit, having used the same hairdryer sense middle school and having worn the same pair of Pajamas every single night sense highschool. She looked to her nightstand and saw her studded leather jacket lazily draped over it covering her alarm pink alarm clock.
"How did I go to bed yesterday? Why did I wear this to go to sleep? Why is my room so messy"
She had the answer to one of those questions but not the important two.
"My room's messy 'cause it's my room."
"My room's not that messy, Lucy is just inordinately clean. I've never been inside Lucy's room now that I think of it."
"Focus!"
She scratched her bottom giving a slight smirk as she remembered her "lucky panties", black with red waistline that said said "Burn it Bi*tch" on the back. It was pretty much the only thing in her entire wardrobe that she was embarrassed to own. Miniskirts, tube tops and high heels all at once? She could pull it off all at once, those things were made for her. A single pair of underwear in her drawer in the company of trusted friends? Hell no. At least the last fit could be worn on a wild girls night out.
"Wait a second"
She looked down, lucky panties, mini skirt pulled down to her knees, cool leather jacket on the nightstand…
She turned her body to veer off the bed and spotted her gold high heels tossed on the floor.
"Girl's night!" she thought to herself still unable to remember the following episode.
She thought real hard but all she got were flashes of being carried to her dorm by…
…someone.
Her memory was goldfish level for as long as she could remember which was not long.
"If who brought me home is important I'll probably remember it later"
She looked over on the direct floor on the side of her bed to see her purse. Black with yellow straps and a big bright red star, Caesar bought it for her because she was too proud to say thank you after Burnice helped her with…
…something.
"Memory is annoying"
She reached into the purse, rifling through it trying to find her phone.
"Lipstick, pen, coins, emergency candy bar, pocket mirror, mints, mini makeup kit, annnnnd nothing."
"Where is my phone?"
"And my wallet?"
"And my keys?"
Burnice took a second to try and remember what happened last night to try and figure out where her worldly positions have gone.
"No luck, maybe I'll remember it if I just go about my day"
She pulled her legs off the bed and planted them on the floor next to her purse and started walking to the dresser.
Almost instantly the miniskirt still around her legs stopped them catching her weight as she shifted it in front of her. As she was leaning over she tried to move her foot to stop her from falling but no cigar.
A quick reaction built into her muscle memory from her cheerleading days activated her secret ultra athlete ability to stop her from falling which was to reach her arms out and grab anything in range.
Her arm grabbed the nightstand but instead grabbed something leathery…
"Oh"
She pulled off the leather jacket and with it came everything under it as well. She threw her other hand under her to break her fall onto the carpeted floor but as her hand was about to reach the ground it ran into her high heels which obstructed her path and made her wrist roll on its side making burnice fall right onto her face.
"Ow"
She cocked her head to the side in time to see her leather jacket about to land on her face with her phone, wallet, keys and…
…half a bottle of lidless gatorade.
The gatorade landed right on her back, inexplicably standing upright until her phone, wallet and keys landed on her knocking it over and pouring it over her back and onto her leather jacket that just covered her entire head.
She took a moment to appreciate the events that just transpired in her unruly position.
Her rear, clad in her embarrassing "Burn it Bi*tch" panties, knees tied together with her miniskirt, gatorade all over her back, phone wallet and keys on the ground next to her discombobulated hand from the high heels with her head planted into the ground covered by her leather jacket.
She let out a quick burst of laughter.
"Not how I expected to start the day but sometimes life starts your day for you. Who put all my stuff there, pulled my mini skirt down and helped me into bed" she thought to herself savoring the odd circumstances.
Burnice recalled leaning down on someone as whoever opened the door to her dorm.
"Looking down. Shorter than me. That rules out Caesar. Lighter's a guy, Lucy is Lucy and that leaves…"
"Burnice are you ok, I heard this loudish sound followed by a, certified burnice fit of laughter, and I…"
Burnice cocked her head to the source of the sound, Piper she thought as she ripped her leather jacket from her head.
"Burnice, what could have possibly happened between when you got up and now"
"Fell over"
"I don't even know why I ask-"
Burnice saw Piper's sleepy face grow into a slight smirk. That was usually not a good sign.
"Nice Panties"
Her face turned red as she slowly got up pulling her skirt over hips.
"Please don't tell anyone"
"You didn't even have to ask"