Who: Laney and Alfie What: "packing" Where: presumably, Laney's bedroom When: before she left for Boston Rated: TBD! but high for attempted sexual things, that will surely bring lulz
Laney put the last article of clothing in her suitcase with a frown. Everything in there was either a dull shade of gray, or dress clothes that she could wear to a funeral and wake. Her mother hadn't requested that she not pack any of her signature clothing, but Laney felt like being helpful and avoiding a fight, or a last minute shopping trip in Boston. The only two things in there that were obviously hers were her boots and her leather jacket, both of which she just couldn't live without. She was planning on wearing something a bit more rebellious and stylish in nature on the plane, but that obviously didn't need to be packed. Instead, that outfit was laid out on her desk, which was clearly only used for clutter and definitely not for studying or homework.
"Finally," she said, zipping up her suitcase and moving it to the floor. "Now we can relax." She threw herself onto her bed, backside down and stared up at the ceiling. "Do you think your mom is pissed at you?" She glanced over at Alfie and smiled. Laney loved pissing parents off and she loved it when other people did, too. It was probably her favorite past time. And even though she didn't try half as hard to make her mother angry as she did her father, she still got a heap-load of enjoyment out of it. "I mean, like, do you think she'll ground you? 'Cause I'm gonna' want to call you when I'm in Boston and stuff, and it would suck if she wouldn't let you use your phone." She looked back to the ceiling. Alfie was her best friend. Even if she wasn't dating him, she would want to talk to him in Boston. But since she was, that desire was multiplied tenfold.
[ooc: I just put Alfie in the room and skipped him going over. That stuff is usually boring anyways and tends to slow scenes down. Hope that's okay! I can fix it if you want.]