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Cute, Party Of Two
Who: Kayla and Deanna
Where: Over the phone, then Deanna's
When: Tuesday 12th January, early afternoon


Kayla was in her dorm room sitting at her desk reading over her music theory. She had one hand tangled in her hair in frustration. She must have read the last page at least a dozen times, but nothing seemed to stick. How frustrating. She glanced at the clock – would it be weird to call Deanna? Well, she did warn the girl that she’d be hard to get rid of. She smiled lightly and picked up the phone, the blonde’s number was scrunched up beside it, so after a moment’s hesitation, she dialled, moving away from the desk to flop down on her bed. Maybe a little distraction would be a good thing...

Deanna, in the meantime, had been just relaxing in her apartment, eating some leftover pizza and reading a letter Charlotte had sent her. She missed the girl, whether she liked admitting it or not. She was dorky and strange, but she WAS her little sister, after all. Her thoughts were splintered by the phone ringing, and she answered it with a slightly surprised tone. "Hello?"

"Hey Deanna, it’s Kayla. I think I warned you that I’d call and pester you... and I don’t wanna be a girl who goes against her word." The Slayer grinned cheekily and flopped over onto her stomach on the bed, thankful that her demon of a roommate was out right now.

"Oh, hey!" The blonde grinned and felt herself blush slightly, and curled into a ball on the sofa. "What's up? I was just enjoying a wonderful day off."

"Not much, I can’t seem to focus at the moment, so I figured you’d make a good distraction," she said honestly. "What are you doing on your wonderful day off?"

"Sitting here in the sofa in baggy sweatpants and a tank top, watching crappy TV. In other words? I'm a little bit of ice cream short of being in heaven." She said with a little giggle.

"Sounds hot," Kayla replied, before literally face-palming. Apparently she didn’t think before she spoke sometimes, too.

"Well, you'd be the authority on that, hm?" The blonde shot back with a little smirk. She was feeling a little more flirty and confident now; probably because the phone was between them.

"Ha ha," the brunette drawled, before letting out a girlish giggle. Trying to get comfortable, she flopped on her back and placed her hand over her stomach. "So what’s this trashy TV show you’re watching? I bet I could come up with a better story if I tried."

"Hm. Seems some white-trash moms want Maury to send their slutty daughters to Boot Camp, and the daughters are suddenly talking like they're from the ghetto, and saying things like 'oh no you di'int!' and 'bitch needs ta recognize!'. Inbreeding's a bitch, huh?" Deanna cracked up, shrugging.

"Actually, I take it back. That’s pretty messed up." She started absently playing with a loose thread on her shirt. "Although, c’mon, there has to be something better on TV. Or at least something better you could do, eh?"

"Hey, don't knock it. Trashy TV is still better than pretending to enjoy straddling some fat drunk guy while he tries to talk you into going home with him. Actually... there are times that a flaming bowel movement would be better than that." Now it was Deanna's turn to facepalm. "Yeah, becauase really, nothing endears a new friend to you more than talk of flaming BMs."

Kayla cracked up and shook her head, thinking she’d never met anyone like Deanna before. "Alright, alright. You can keep your little slice of heaven. I, however, will continue doing my best to try to bug you. How’m I doing so far?"

"Horribly, really. Far from bugging me, I'm actually pretty happy to hear from you. So..." she laughed and shrugged, as if anyone could see it. "Better try harder if you wanna bug me."

"Hrmh, well that just won’t do. To be fair I’m a lot better in person. I do all the poking and glomping and general tickling pretty well. Tell me you’re ticklish?" Kayla grinned.

"I... have a few ticklish spots. But if I told you where, I'd have to kill you. And we wouldn't want that now." She tried to sound serious, but the giggling just wouldn't die down. "And if you're so much better in person, why don'tcha come hang out with me for a while?"

Oh, now there was a dangerous idea. Kayla sucked her lip between her teeth and looked at her coursework. It could wait, right? Right. "Alright, but I warn you. I’ll find those ticklish spots. That way you wouldn’t have to kill me if you told me," she giggled.

"Ohhhh, pipe down and just get over here. 824 Seventh Ave. Apartment 4B. See ya soon, babe." And with that? Yep. Deanna just hung up the phone. Oh, this was FUN.

Kayla narrowed her eyes at the phone and stood up... she looked moderately presentable. Tight black jeans and a saggy gray t-shirt and a gray fedora. She collected her keys and headed out, trying not to grin too much like an idiot. She was at the address twenty minutes later. It would’ve been sooner if she hadn’t gotten lost along the way. "Heeeeeeeellllllo?" She called, giving the door a good knock.

Deanna swung the door open, grinning broadly, that snarkiness from the phone gone. Back again was the sweet, almost semi-innocent girl from the coffee shop. She stood there in those baggy gray sweatpants, and a loose blue tanktop over a white sports bra. "Hey sweetie. C'mon in!"