.meeting [for] the [first] time. ~ Sleets

[Heather May Wilson]

"Room one forty, room one forty, room one AH! Here it is." Tyler took the key from his younger sister, unlocking the room and holding the door open for her to walk through. Heather rolled her eyes, snatching the key from her brother. ”You’ve taken care of me long enough. I’ll be fine.” She offered up a smile for her brother, closing her eyes when he kissed her forehead and pulled her into a bear hug before disappearing out of the room, passing people in the hallway with a polite nod.

Heather sighed, looking about the rather large room, obviously made for four rich students; it was huge with separate areas. ”Well, you’re living here for the next while, get used to it.” She muttered under her breath to herself, plopping her old grey backpack down onto one of the beds and setting her black duffle bag next to it before running her hands through her blonde hair, dislodging the natural curl from its place. She’d just pulled it down from a ponytail after work. The teen pasted on a happy smile and went about unpacking her few possessions, stuffing her jeans and tee shirts into one of the smaller dressers, the one closest to the bed she’d taken over. Smiling truly, Heather took out her nicer pair of tennis shoes and placed them along with black rubber flip flops on the top of the dresser along with her few sweatshirts and a scarf or two. She was finished unpacking and collapsed her duffle before setting it against the wall and sitting on her bed, pulling out her sketch pad.

Heather was dressed in jeans, ripped up excessively around the knees in particular and at the bottom seeing as they were took long for her. But having not grown up very girly, she didn’t know how to hem pants so she’d worn them the way they were. Oil and grease stains decorated the light blue material, showing the seven hours of work earlier in the day. The blonde wore a too-large light grey tee, washing out her features completely not that she cared, with a navy blue sweatshirt over the top from her dad’s college. On her feet were her work shoes, scuffed and near to falling apart, though they were currently still in tact. The teen wore no make up nor did she even know what make up was, the same went for jewelry. She was very much and tomboy in every way.

Heather sketched away, her pencil making soft scratching noises that soothed her sped up heart that was starting to decline now as she relaxed against the white wall behind her and into the mattress beneath her. The sophomore pursed her lips, closing her eyes against a tear when she recognized that she was once again drawing the fact of her mother and little sister. May opened her eyes rather quickly when she heard a voice, a girl’s voice. She figured it would be one of her roommates, but didn’t bother moving. Instead, she flipped to a new page in her book and began sketching the garage. Well, her and her brother’s garage technically. Most people at her dad’s work had their own little garage, but she and her brother shared. So she added her brother into the sketch, and her dad peeking into the garage through the door, she doodled in Babe too, putting her at her feet with a tennis ball in her mouth. Heather looked up, startled, when a voice addressed her. ”I-I’m sorry, what?"

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["lacey mae star]

Lacey stepped out of the fancy car and looked around, satisfied smile blooming on her lips. "Home again," she whispered to herself. She smiled and twirled, looking at her driver who was balancing her three trunks. Shoes, shirts, bottoms. The dresses would be sent as needed. With the exception of a couple of her favorites. She picked up her purse and sauntered towards the dorms, casting smiles one some, and ignoring others. She waited until Jason, her driver, managed to get a hand free to open the door for her. She stepped through, the breeze from the air conditioning blowing her hair back behind her shoulders. A smug smile was in place on her lips, not parting them.

Lacey's skirt was black, and reached to a couple inches above her knees. It had white edging around the waist and the 'pockets'. Her shirt was long sleeved at collared, a blue in color with exceedingly thin white stripes breaking it into a pattern. She had a vest on over this, a brilian red with diamond pattering on the front - black and white. Her headband was medium in thicknesses and white in color, holding her hair back just slightly. Her naturally wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders in a style most girls would kill for. She had a silver ring around her right hand ring finger, just a simple band. A delicate silver watch was around her left wrist, but hidded by the sleeve of her shirt. Make-up adorned her features, but it was far from over done, simply hilighting and enhancing where it wasn't all that necessary. Her shoes were white high heels, pump in style.

When they reached the dorm door, the junior unlocked the door, then pushed it open, checking her phone when it vibrated. Her boyfriend. She sighed dramatically and rolled brown eyes. She looked up when she shut her phone once more and started, gaze flashing up and down the girl already in the dorm. She stood to the side to let Jason pass and go into her section of the dorm, and adjusted her purse on her sholuder with one hand. "Oh. Hi," Lacey greeted the other girl. She'd never seen her before - not too much of a shock really. Her tone had been disdainful and disinterested. With a flip of her hair, she followed Jason into the room. She stood in the doorway, leaning casually against it, back to the other girl, observing it with a critical eye and deciding how best to decorate and organize.

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[Heather May Wilson]

Heather took in the girl's appearance with mild interest. She was clearly one of those rich students, the ones who looked down on everyone else. "Great, I've been roomed with a Wicked Witch." She muttered under her breath, not caring if the older girl heard her or not. People couldn't hurt you unless you allow it and this girl...well nothing got through to her. The teen picked up her pad again, starting to sketch the other girl from the angle she had of her, getting the basic outline done. It would be worth it someday, if the two ever somewhat got along she could give it as a Christmas gift or something. She doubted it would happen, but who knows the future.

Well, clearly this teen seemed to, her future anyways. The blonde felt a pang inside for the buy having to take care of the other girl in the room. Her cell phone rang out loudly. She picked it up, sliding it open and setting aside her sketch pad and pencil. "Hey Ty. Well...yeah. Yeah I got roomed with someone else. I'll tell you later. Yeah, she's in the room, just wait. Tell Dad hi for me. He did what!? Well, does he nee-. Oh, okay. Yeah, I call you later, keep the garage in tact." She teased her brother before hanging up her phone and tossing it aside. Heather leaned over to her backpack, pulling out her ipod shuffle, unwrapping the earphones from around the red electronic. She smiled to herself, leaning back against the wall again and turning to look for her sketch pad.

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["lacey mae star]

Lacey smiled slightly, overhearing the other girl's muttered comment. The term of 'wicked witch' had probably been applied many times before, and it didn't bother her in the least. She almost enjoyed it. She ignored her phone when it vibrated yet again - still her boyfriend - and smiled sweetly enough to Jason as he left. She turned her head a fraction of an inch, hearing the phone ring, then the little blond's voice. She turned her head more fully, eyes narrowing just partially when she saw the sketch pad. Seeing the other girl occupied, she reached for it, not really minding if she notice anyway. Lacey's expression became annoyed for a second when she saw the sketch was actually a partially done image of herself. Until she realized it was good - really good.

The junior held it out to her roommate when she saw her hang up. Her chin was lifted slightly, headed tilted to the side. "You can draw," she stated. It was a compliment, coming from her. "I can too. Just...not people." Her lips twitched, smiling on one side for half a second without parting. Once she was no longer holding the sketch pad, she turned on her heel and disappeared into a different room. She came out a second later though, leaning against the door frame again, but facing the other girl. "What's your name?" she asked, eyebrows pulled together slightly. She'd already guessed the girl was new. Or at least, that's what she thought at the moment. It wasn't impossible she'd just never noticed her before too.

[Heather May Wilson]

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Starting to pencil in the specific curls of Lacey's hair, making each strand she could possibly see from the distance she was at, Heather pursed her lips before pausing the hair to add in the eyelashes, finishing the full silouette of the older girl. The sophomore toyed absently with her blonde hair, twirling some around a couple of fingers before tucking it behind her ear while her brother gave her the update on the garage. 'I miss everyone, especially Jess though.' She thought to herself, almost missing the part about her dad getting a concusion from hitting his head coming out from underneath a car.

Heather reached out to grab her sketch pad, more like snatch it back. She turned it so she could look at it, "Clearly." She stated, picking up her pencil and adding to the shading while she could still remember what it was from the girl's old position. "Hm." The blonde didn't look up from her drawing, but nodded subtly. Heather glanced up briefly to double check a detail or two before looking back down, clearly engrossed in her drawing more than anything else. "Heather." She didn't bother asking for the other girl's name, if she wanted Heather to know she wouldn't refrain from stating her name. Heather's guess was that she thought Heather already knew Lacey's name.

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["lacey mae star]

Lacey's lips twitched when the girl snatched the sketchbook back. So she had some fire. It amused the junior. She flipped her brown hair back over her shoulder with a hand. Her eyebrows pulled together though when the girl glanced at her a couple times, as though checking details. She wasn't sure whether this should annoy her or not. Deciding it wasn't any big deal, she stayed where she was, making her own observations and mental notes. The girl - Heather, as she'd just learned - could probably be quite the beauty, if she dressed differently...did something with her hair...make-up... okay. So it could take some work.

"Do you ever consider...you know...dressing up a little?" she asked, expression partly incredulous, partly disgusted, and partly concerned, as though she suspected Heather wasn't all there. Lacey's level gaze was fixed on Heather, fingers drumming on the door frame. She closed her eyes when her phone vibrated once more, expression more than a little annoyed. She slowly opened her eyes again, glanced at Heather one more time, making an impulsive decision. "I don't suppose you go to clubs, huh?" Lacey twirled a strand of brown hair around a finger, then rolled her eyes, turning away and disappearing into her room. Who am I kidding anyway? She started in on unpacking. Shoes first. The elite girl loved shoes. Perhaps a little too much.

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