Who: Rico and Lily When: Late afternoon (a couple hours after school) Where: SOHS gym What: Adorableness (probably)
Lily had combined all sorts of patterns and other weird shit she'd found in her closet to make herself truly a fashion disaster for school that day; polka-dot patterned tights with floral shorts and a striped tank top under a flannel shirt, capping off the ensemble with a neon yellow floppy-bow headband, as much chunky plastic jewelry as she'd been able to cart off from the thrift store, lace ankle socks, and an absolutely horrifying pair of penny loafers. It was nothing less than a masterpiece of fashion disasters. They would have to call a fashion state of emergency. Send in fashion FEMA. The thought had Lily snickering to herself as she packed her gym bag, catching sight of the awful outfit within. As fun as it had been to wear it all day with other similarly horribly-dressed people, she couldn't say she hadn't been relieved to take it off after school and change into the simpler (and more comfortable) stuff she wore to dance in - short spandex dance shorts and a tank top, both black, under a red shirt that hung off one shoulder.
With dance practice over, Lily had thrown a pair of dark gray sweatpants over her shorts, feet shoved into a pair of sneakers, and spent a few minutes helping put the mats away. She took her responsibilities as team captain seriously, trying to be the first one to practice and the last one to leave, and always trying to be there for her teammates if they needed help learning a move or just someone friendly to talk to. Once everything was settled, she grabbed her backpack where it had been sitting near the bleachers, swinging it and the duffel holding her clothes, and walked backwards a few steps to say goodbye to a friend before she turned for the door. Except instead of heading out the door, she turned straight into the torso of someone a lot taller than her (which really, not that unusual - most people were taller.)
"Oof," she said intelligently as she bounced off whoever she'd hit, duffel falling off her shoulder to land on the floor. In the next second, she was offering a friendly grin as she bent to pick it up. "Sorry, my bad. You good?"