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Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Both of them looking up as they heard the sound of a door slamming, the only one who could really wake up and slam a door because they didn't have any sort of hangover or just generally happy disposition had to be Bobbi. Farah pouting softly, she tilted her head slightly toward the entrance of the kitchen only to catch Bobbi's angry expression coming their way. Generally, Aubrey spent her time when she woke up picking with Bobbi, just because she could and had the option of doing so. Fortunately for Aubrey, the only reason they were all living together was the correlation of their classes. Female bonding experience? Yeah whatever. Aw, why the long face Bobbi? And so it began, Aubrey's airy voice dancing across the kitchen toward the anything but feminine female, noting how Farah inched carefully toward her because the chances were high that the reason Bobbi was storming around was half her fault, and half Isla's. Silently praying that the majority of the blame for her being crabby looking would be on Isla, Farah pretended to be occupied with searching for her chocolate soy milk somewhere deep in the refrigerator. Naturally tanned legs crossed lightly beneath her, Aubrey took another drink of her orange juice to make damn sure that the Aleve was in her system before she went off to class, her eyes again turned themselves back toward Bobbi. listulistulistu
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Not today, Aubrey, Bobbi snapped. She walked over to Farrah, anger in her eyes. Geez, Farrah, the whole place smells like your pot. Haven't you ever heard of discresion? What if we get caught? Do you think they'll just punish you? No, we'll all get it. She turned away, glaring at Aubrey. You're her roomie, Barbie. If you stayed home instead of dragging Ilsa out to party, maybe you could stop her from lighting up. She knew she was being unreasonable, but it was grating on her nerves. Ilsa was her friend, and the only one who knew Bobbi's secrets. She didn't want Aubrey getting Ilsa so drunk she spilled her guts. Bobbi, though it was no surprise to anyone who saw her, was a lesbian. Tall and slender tomboy, she didn't want to be judged by her sexual preference. She had known girls like Aubrey in her high school, all popular little cheerleaders who thought they could make her life miserable. Ilsa knew that Bobbi liked girls, but she didn't know that Bobbi liked girly-girls like Aubrey. This is college, Bobbi snapped, walking out of the kitchen. Try going to classes and learning instead of frying your brain.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Of course Bobbi was going to be bitchy and crabby, however a faint pout emerged on Aubrey's lips when she didn't get a straight answer OR the opportunity to continue her daily ritual, it wasn't fair! Then again, this was Aubrey's mentality when she didn't get what she wanted. Farah's pretty blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and slight annoyance, IT WAS INCENSE! She responded for the third time, having said this before, because it had in fact been incense. Aubrey was a witness, she hadn't been smoking pot, although you couldn't bet that she wasn't going through a few out of body experiences due to all of this yelling. Aubrey still sitting at her post on the counter with her bottom lip still stuck out in a pout, her hazel eyes ventured back to Bobbi when she called her Barbie, eyes narrowing just slightly because apparently it was her fault that Isla had wanted to go and her fault that Farah went out to buy incense that smelt like cannabis. You're just pissed off because I didn't ask you if you wanted to go to that party. Moving off the counter carefully, the female stood sturdy on her feet, the Aleve kicking in evidently, adjusting the hem of her shorts before speaking again, Get the stick out of your ass Bob . Farah edging out of the kitchen quietly just in time to catch the latter part of her comment, she stifled a giggle before her half lidded eyes looked over to Bobbi, Just relax. Relax. Putting emphasis on the final word, the two females made their way upstairs to get ready for their day. Obviously, Aubrey could be just as much of a bitch as Bobbi could if that was the aim of today's festivities, especially when it was apparently her fault for all the wrong things. listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Bobbi growled, but didn't go after Aubrey. Those short shorts were driving her nuts and she didn't want to risk exposing herself. Storming out of the house, she thought maybe she could convince Ilsa to go out tonight so she could have a little free time alone. The door slamming woke Ilsa this time. The brunette sluggishly got out of bed and stumbled to the shower. The hot water helped revive her. Pulling on an airy blouse and a long skirt, she walked out to get some food in her stomach. She could smell the incense and wondered if Farrah was going to classes today. Ilsa was still in a party mood, and knew that Farrah could be a good party buddy. Aubrey was nice, but Farrah was more relaxed. She made her way to the kitchen to eat, listening for the other occupants as she ate an orange.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Thankful to have conquered the 'beast' in that argument, she personally hoped no one brought it up any more today, because the chances of her winding up snapping on one of them probably Bobbi, would be higher. Damn lesbian. Aubrey's mind screamed, the other female having screwed up her entire mood and uncaring to the fact of her slamming the door on her way out of the house. Moving to her own room to begin getting dressed, she glanced up when she heard the sound of the shower starting up, figuring it as Ilsa getting her shower over with to avoid any confrontation. She hadn't gotten the brunette girl drunk. Hell, she took drinks for herself, and that had nothing to do with Aubrey. The other had simply been invited. Nothing more, and nothing extreme. Hearing Ilsa leave the bathroom and trail into her room to get dressed, she herself moved to the bathroom and began her own shower, coming out thirty minutes later smelling like peaches thanks to the shampoo and body wash combo she had used. Aubrey pulled an off the shoulder Juicy Couture shirt over her upper half, the shirt exposing the pink fabric of her bra straps before pulling a pair of dark washed denim shorts on her lower half. Blonde hair turning into loose curls thanks to her washing it and definitely not feeling like straightening, pulling a pair of wedge heels onto her feet, she moved downstairs and glanced over to Ilsa, Your roommate's cramping apparently. She announced before walking out of the house after grabbing her bag of art supplies. Farah's window still opened to release the smell of her incense which obviously wasn't a roommate favorite, lighting up another that smelt like something fruity, Farah then took her own shower, rinsing her body of 'impurities' and wrapping herself in a towel. Hair wrapped in a towel as well, she moved downstairs, bare feet leaving awkward marks in the floor. Good after nooon Ilsa, She called out, as though the other weren't sitting less than five feet away from her, chest easily holding up her towel enough for her to tuck it on on the side.listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

All through her first class, Bobbi was agitated. Her feet kept bouncing up and down, causing her boots to make noise on the floor until she was forced to stop. She figured she could go for a ride later, the roads near the school perfect for a little mind-clearing speed. She wanted to avoid Barbie as much as she could. That girl knew how to get on her last nerve and one of these days, she was going to crack. Either smack her or kiss her, she didn't know and didn't want to find out. Ilsa ignored Aubrey's comment and waved when Farrah said hi. Hey, afternoon, she said. Bobbi's not giving you guys a hard time, is she? She's just a little cranky. Ilsa liked Farrah. She liked how the hippy chick was comfortable with her own body to walk around in a towel. Bobbi wouldn't do that and she had never seen Aubrey in anything less then perfect clothes. Only Ilsa and Farrah lounged in towels, which was fine by her. Hey, I like the new incense, she said, smelling the fruity scent. Very nice.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Frustrated that she had just let her get away with calling her Barbie, Aubrey was damn good at holding a grudge, a gift that most women were granted with regardless if you were like her or not. She wasn't some dumb bimbo blonde that could just be flicked off someone's shoulder like a pain in the ass fly! It was evident in her current painting that Aubrey was pissed off, her teacher taking note and blinking at the broad strokes and the bright reds, Bad start today? Her eyes shooting to the man with a fierce glare, she puffed her cheeks up slightly before speaking, You bet your ass a bad start. Farah's bright blue's faltered just slightly when she mentioned Bobbi giving them a hard time, placing a bagel into the toaster to begin to make herself something to eat. That faint sense of the munchies was beginning to creep up on her, setting her hand on her hip, All the time? She's not an epic negative nancy or anything but jeez. She should relax . Her voice was calm, arms above her head and moving them around in the sunlight in that poured through the kitchen thanks to the window, there was a sense of being comfortable when it came to being around Ilsa, perhaps it was the lack of an arguing sensation between them. Smooth legs guiding her back across the kitchen toward the toaster, she leaned over it gently and jumped slightly when the bagel popped up, catching it between her index and middle finger before spreading her organic strawberry creme cheese on top. Her eyes lit up again when she mentioned the scent that now filled the house now, smiling brightly as she moved to sit down at the table as well, Thanks, I forgot what it's called, but I don't think I'll get yelled at for it. listulistulistu
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The smell of the beagle made Ilsa hungry and she decided to make some toast. Popping the bread in the toaster, she turned back to Farrah. What did they yell at you over, she asked. You're the last person I'd think they'd get pissy at. She went to the fridge, digging out the jelly. Looking over at Farrah, at how comfortable she was, Ilsa got an idea. Oh, hey, before I forget, I need to do a portrait for my class. Want to be my model? That would be fun, she thought. She liked the classical lines of Farrah, and knew she'd be comfortable posing for her. Bobbi would make an interesting model, but she would never get her to sit still long enough to draw. Well, Farrah might not sit still long enough, but Ilsa could work around that. In art history, Bobbi slouched in the back of the class. There was a group of popular cheerleader-type girls in the front. She pretended to read her text book, but her eyes kept straying up to them. She could imagine Aubrey being like that, laughing and giggling over nothing important. She was a bit envious of how easily they got along and could touch each other. Bobbi never had any friends like that. She was almost always friends with guys, and if she was that familiar with the guys, they read it the wrong way. And when most girls found out she was a lesbian, they got freaked out. Looking back at her textbook, she forcefully pushed Aubrey from her mind. Stupid Barbie plauged her even here.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Farrah's fingers picking off pieces of the bagel and pushing them into her mouth as she readjusted her crossed legs beneath her, her eyes glanced up and over to Ilsa, figuring the other girl hadn't heard the argument Knocked out in her sleep, she supposed. Tilting her head lightly after chewing and swallowing her bagel, she shrugged softly and answered honestly, My last set of incense smelled like weed. Apparently, Boobi didn't like it. Of course teasing where her name was concerned, she figured that there was a fifty fifty chance that Bobbi didn't have a curvy figure beneath her baggy clothing. Catching the sudden twinkle in Ilsa's eyes when she suddenly was granted an idea, blinking softly when she asked her to be the model. A portrait model? Considerably, if it would have been for anyone else, she probably would have told them no right off the bat. Sure, she was comfortable with her body, but she wasn't about to let her body be slightly exposed to just anyone. Sure! Came her chipper voice, smiling brightly toward the other female before tilting her head with another curious twinge, Nude or clothed? Of course not finishing her painting during the class, picking up her canvas carefully and moving out of her class once it was released, the annoyed female stormed toward the large courtyard in front of the school. Settling herself behind a tree, she set her painting down on the ground and began pacing, obviously still pissed off. Why, she was still pissed off, she wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was because she enjoyed picking at Bobbi and with her being such a grouch she didn't get to have any fun with her today. . Of course, there were plenty of other 'fun's she would have preferred to have with the other female, but that was completely irrelevant. listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Ilsa licked the jelly off her fingers. Nude, but I'll make it tasteful, she said. Well, tasteful for class. Personally, if I had my way, I'd do some really hot erotic picture. You know, something that people say is scandalous in public, but jack off to in private. She looked up at Farrah, My stupid teacher wants it to be all classy, though. No nipples showing or anything. Taking a bite of her toast, she added, Sorry I missed that that this morning. God knows I wish I had some weed now. Maybe we should make some Mary Jane brownies. It would really relax Bobbie and Aubrey. Those two are so uptight. Bobbi saw Aubrey in the courtyard. She knew that the responsible thing to do would be to go over, appologize for getting bitchy that morning and hopefully move on with her life. However, no one said that Bobbi was responsible all the time. From where she stood, she could see that Aubrey was still pissed, and that meant a huge fight if she so much as said hi. However, that also meant a bad night and more fighting and Bobbi didn't want to go through hell for the rest of the week. I'm so going to regret this, she muttered as she walked over. Hey, Barbie, got a minute!
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Giggling faintly, Farah looked over to the other female when she stated what she would do if she had her way, enjoying how it was easily figured that Farah wouldn't have minded no matter what the shot was supposed to look like. Then again, she didn't find herself making that announcement. No, instead, she tilted her head lightly and found herself pointing her gun, or rather, index finger with her thumb up, toward Farah, That can be a portrait for some other time. One of the numerous things that Farah and Aubrey had in common was the easy ability to flirt with anyone, man or woman, and not have the slightest issue in it. The idea of making weed brownies for the two tense girls intrigued her though, clapping her hands together lightly with a bright twinkle in her eyes, I think we should do that, Silently announcing that she had her own stash hidden comfortably somewhere in her dorm room, Farah looked over to the female with a curious expression, Do we have brownie mix? Pulling her hair up into a slightly messy bun, several loose curls falling around her face, she figured the only way to keep herself from snapping at one of the numerous passerby's was to sit down and attempt to finish her painting. Of course she wasn't entirely successful, because some painfully familiar voice was calling out to her, narrowing her eyes for a moment, clenching on to her paint brush and glaring slightly before turning her head, NO. Sure she had a minute, plenty of them actually, but that wasn't any of Bobbi's business now was it? listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Ilsa's smile got wider. We have brownie mix. I'll get started on the brownies if you find us some weed, she said. I promise to not look. Then, we can get that portrait done so no one would suspect us. Giggling, she got started by finding the brownie box. It was her favorite double chocolate brownies. She knew this was going to be good. It wasn't that she didn't like Bobbi and Aubrey, but they both were so uptight. Aubrey was always so perfect and Bobbi...well, Bobbi treated Ilsa like a little sister and was just over protective. I can't wait to see how they react, Ilsa said. This is going to be sooooo good. Bobbi rolled her eyes. It was obvious that Aubrey was still in a pissy mood. Talking to her, Bobbi knew, would only put them both over the edge. However, she had made a comitment to try and she would try. Even if it did piss her off. Well, if it did, Bobbi had a secret hide-away not far from the school. A little area where the creek was hidden from view and she could go swimming and relax. She had a feeling today was a soak and swim day. Listen Barbie...I mean, Aubrey, about this morning. I didn't mean to snap at you and Farah. I just came by to say that I'm sorry. And if you don't accept, then screw you, she thought, watching Aubrey.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Clapping her hands together again once she announced that she knew where a box of brownie mix was, Farah stood up and smiled when she announced that she wouldn't peek as to where her delicious stash of weed was, the female bounced upstairs. Realizing she was still in a towel, the female changed into something more respectable, a tie dye dress that went from blue to green to yellow, moving back downstairs with her hair loose and falling over her shoulders. Having grabbed her weed from under a corner of her bed, the strapless and sleeveless shirt held on to her thanks to her sizeable bust, holding the bag as though it were the holy grail. Let's bake then, shall we? No, there originally was no pun intended, though noticing it, Farah giggled and moved into the kitchen, she knew if either of their friends found out the truth in the matter of these brownies, they would both never hear the end of it. However, Farah could deal with it, knowing that she would giggle about it every time she thought about it or saw a brownie. Carefully dipping her brush into the soft red color that fortunately wasn't as loud as the others, the female paused once she noted an added shadow as far as her light source went, figuring Bobbi had made that journey quick. Well, she was on every damn sports team, she better have a quick step. Frowning at being called Barbie right off the bat again, her eyes had yet to raise toward Bobbi, continuing to move the brush gracefully over the canvas. Surprisingly, judging by her appearance, Aubrey looked like no one's artist, truthfully here for her design skills, it wasn't difficult at all for her to branch out into other mediums. Back to focus however, there was an apology in the air, pausing in her painting to look up at Bobbi, closing one of her eyes when a flicker of sunlight poured through the trees branches. Apology accepted. She answered plainly, letting her eyes move back down to her work before easily adding, But you don't have to be a stickler. You know she wouldn't smoke like that in there. listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

Ilsa quickly made the brownies, wondering if they dared to eat any of them before their roommates could. That would be great, if they could all just relax together. She smiled at Farah as the brownies baked, deciding she liked the dress Farah was wearing. It clung to all her curves in the right way and held just the right hint of about to fall down. Do you have any more left, Ilsa asked. I don't think Bobbi or Aubrey will be back until late. She smiled, walking by Farah, Oh, and we can do the portrait in my room, if you want. Bobbi sighed, crossing her arms. Yeah, I know that, but not everyone does. I had a bad night and took it out on the two of you. She tilted her head, looking at the painting. that's pretty good. You do have some talent. I'm impressed. She meant it as a compliment, but the wording was wrong.
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

She hadn't noticed the way Ilsa had occasionally looked at her when she added weed into the brownies, peeking over it to make sure there was plenty enough for them to be higher than a kite before they could even realize it. Farah had already taken her glances over to Ilsa, another one of her better traits was her easily being able to look at people without them noticing, although even if she did get caught? It was all the more entertaining. Blinking softly, Farah tilted her head in a curious manner before folding her arms over her chest, Are you asking to get high with me Ilsa? Her voice high as though she were snobbish in sharing her weed, of course she had a little extra that she was willing to share, the brownies baking as she moved back upstairs with Ilsa. I'll get more weed and you set your stuff up? She suggested, despite it being slightly rhetorical as she moved from the hallway and back into her bedroom, sitting on her bed and organizing her plastic baggies before finding one with a rolled blunt inside of it. Preserved for an occasion like this one, finding her lighter and moving toward the other girl's room, Ready? Raising a brow slightly when she admitted to having a bad night, if she didn't enjoy anyone's company, she wondered how in the world she had a bad night when no one was in the dorm. Except for maybe Farah, but Lord knows she was probably asleep like the fucking bear she could be when it came to sleep. Then next time I will drag you out to the party with me. Considering she had been accused of dragging Ilsa out to the party, Aubrey figured if she had been dragged out she wouldn't have been in the house all by herself. . Like a loser. But of course, Bobbi had to go and fuck it up with her so called 'compliment', just as Aubrey had slid another brush over a soft blue color, Dammit Bobbi. She grumbled, shaking her head and flicking paint toward the other female's face. Even though it had initially been seen as an accident, from someone if they were to be watching, the both of them knew it wasn't. Specifically when a faint giggle began to emerge from Aubrey's lips, hand falling over her mouth lightly. listulistulistu
Thread: under one roof. [ stefy and chocolate strawberry. ]

More then ready, Ilsa said. She sat on a chair facing the bed. Make yourself comfortable and pose. She smiled and motioned to the bed. then her eyes lit on the small baggie. ohhh, good, you brought the fun. She giggled and got her pencils ready. She watched Farah get ready for the drawing. She liked Farah's body and had a feeling she would keep a copy of this picture, and any other portrait she could get. Taking a blunt, she quickly lit up and took a long drag. We are going to have so much fun, she said. Bobbi blinked for a moment. That didn't happen. It just didn't happen. Reaching up, she smeared the paint as she checked her fingers. Oh, yeah, it happened. You are the most spoiled little bitch I've ever met, Bobbi growled. I come over here to appologize and I compliment you and you have to do this! You know what? Everything good I've ever thought about you, I take back. I hope you fail, Barbie. You suck anyway. with that,she turned and stormed off. she had to get out of there and cool off. Getting to her bike, she rode off for her special spot.