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LovableChaos
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"...and if I don't, i'm completely and utterly screwed," Aofei flopped back on the ground. There was no sound for a few moments after she had finished her emotional rant. No sound, but the hungry munching of the creature that laid beside her as it snarfed down the remaining meat. Miss McQuight rolled over, lying her head on her folded arms.
"You don't have these problems. You don't need a job. And if you need food, you just come to me," she retorted, a smile forming on her pale lips as she stroked the top of the fox's head. Then, she remembered her schedule. "Shit! I have class, don't I?" she gasped, pushing herself up from the soft emerald turf. The delicate figure scooped her messenger bag onto her shoulder, blew a kiss to her rare, orange friend, and made her way back down the sylvan hill.
There was a light blue Honda Civic parked directly outside of her apartment complex when Aofei reached the parking lot, the keys to her car dangling from her hand. She tilted her head to the left, walking around to the drivers side. A slightly plump, blonde, with multiple shades of pink streaks in her hair was sitting in the front. Aofei chuckled, then rapped on the car window, making it's occupant (who was immersed in a conversation she was having via text message) jump in her seat.
"Skye, what are you doing here?" Aofei asked, holding back laughter as the window was rolled down. Skye didn't attempt to stifle her high, nervous giggles.
"You scared me, Fae!" she squealed, fanning herself with her hand, "I came to pick you up! You know... for class!"
The crimson-curled girl shook her head. Her classmate never gave her a ride to campus unless there was to be some wild party later. Being a college-town, with a large population, there were several sought-after bars and dance clubs, that Aofei McQuight simply wasn't interested in - and Skye Jensen was obsessed with. Other than desiring her 'bestie' to become a socialite, such as she considered herself to be, Skye also needed someone sober to drive her home after these events. Key word being: sober.
"I have my own car. I even refilled the tank yesterday," Aofei sighed, knowing already that her opposition was a lost cause. The blonde puffed out her lower lip and looked up with wide, pathetic eyes, which made Aofei roll her own.
Minutes later, they were cruising down the main road.
"You don't have these problems. You don't need a job. And if you need food, you just come to me," she retorted, a smile forming on her pale lips as she stroked the top of the fox's head. Then, she remembered her schedule. "Shit! I have class, don't I?" she gasped, pushing herself up from the soft emerald turf. The delicate figure scooped her messenger bag onto her shoulder, blew a kiss to her rare, orange friend, and made her way back down the sylvan hill.
There was a light blue Honda Civic parked directly outside of her apartment complex when Aofei reached the parking lot, the keys to her car dangling from her hand. She tilted her head to the left, walking around to the drivers side. A slightly plump, blonde, with multiple shades of pink streaks in her hair was sitting in the front. Aofei chuckled, then rapped on the car window, making it's occupant (who was immersed in a conversation she was having via text message) jump in her seat.
"Skye, what are you doing here?" Aofei asked, holding back laughter as the window was rolled down. Skye didn't attempt to stifle her high, nervous giggles.
"You scared me, Fae!" she squealed, fanning herself with her hand, "I came to pick you up! You know... for class!"
The crimson-curled girl shook her head. Her classmate never gave her a ride to campus unless there was to be some wild party later. Being a college-town, with a large population, there were several sought-after bars and dance clubs, that Aofei McQuight simply wasn't interested in - and Skye Jensen was obsessed with. Other than desiring her 'bestie' to become a socialite, such as she considered herself to be, Skye also needed someone sober to drive her home after these events. Key word being: sober.
"I have my own car. I even refilled the tank yesterday," Aofei sighed, knowing already that her opposition was a lost cause. The blonde puffed out her lower lip and looked up with wide, pathetic eyes, which made Aofei roll her own.
Minutes later, they were cruising down the main road.