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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 20, 2012 1:04:00 GMT -5
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Kennedy wasn't one to normally throw any sort of "party" nor was she one to attend. However, there were a few people she could consider that throwing a "slumber party" was a valid option and would be willing to go along with. As it were, the young Thunder was in the mood to have somebody stay the night. The only question was, who would be open this fine evening to accompany her? Kenny wasn't always the easiest to get along with, and she wasn't entirely sure what one did with their girl friends at sleep-overs, but she was willing to give it another shot tonight.
So, the younger Beaufort picked up her phone and typed in the first number that popped to mind, sending the text out as she flopped onto her bed.
"Want to come over? Bring your pajamas and favorite movie. We've got food."
It was a sort of vague request, but she hoped that Naima would be set to coming over as she rolled over and picked up her reading book of the week. She was dressed in her PJs, some warm and fuzzy pants with an old, Disney tee-shirt. Slippers adorned her feet and she pulled on a warm sweater over her torso to keep her from getting chill as she flitted downstairs to get a movie from the main level and some junk food they could eat through the night, depending on how late they stayed out before flopping back onto her bed and burying herself into her book.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, slumber party~
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Post by marcikin on Dec 20, 2012 13:52:03 GMT -5
Something seemed to be working out, here. Naima couldn’t help but laugh her herself when her phone went off yet again, basking in the glory of being so popular with so many people. Barely a day passed by that she didn’t get some sort of request to hang out or make mischief with someone. This time, she was just hugging her jacket closer to herself, walking into the thunder common room after closing at Tim Hortons. She’d swiped herself a small cup of coffee after, since the leftover brew was going to have to be thrown out. The chocolate syrup she wasn’t technically supposed to take, but one or two squirts didn’t hurt anything. So she held the cool, mostly empty cup in both hands as she made her way to her room, savoring the last moments of warmth it afforded her.
The text made her grin with excitement—sleepover with her dear Kennedy? She couldn’t say no to that. Pajama’s, movies, food. Food. Naima slid her phone open and quickly texted back, ”You had me at food. Be there soon.” Since it was far too cold to actually travel back into the city in her pajama’s, Naima stuffed them and the only movie she owned—which in reality she had stolen—into her backpack. She really didn’t need anything more. These clothes were clean enough to throw on in the morning, if just to get back to the academy before the changed. Maybe she’d skip first period.
Nai didn’t have to work hard to bum a ride off of the first person she met. Once she was in the parking lot she just had to pick out the most gullible looking guy and ask if it would be much trouble to take her along with them into Maple Hollow. A bit of a flirty look and shy mannerism and the boy was all hers. He took her straight to the neighborhood she needed, and all she had to do to appease him was put her hand on his shoulder and lean forward a bit as she thanked him profusely.
”It’s such a big help,” she said with a grateful smile, ”My sister really needs me right now.”
He stuttered that it was no problem, and she got out of the car and didn’t look back. That had been way too easy. She strutted up to her friend’s house and rang the doorbell, leaning against the doorframe while she waited. When the door opened, she said, ”So, you said something about food?”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 20, 2012 20:15:27 GMT -5
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Kennedy received her affirmative text from Naima very quickly, which made her smile as she tossed the phone lazily onto her nightstand with a clatter before burying herself once more into her pillows and blankets. It didn't occur to her that Naima might have needed a ride to the location. While the Beaufort was typically privy to different items such as those, she tended to forget to offer to have her friends brought to her house in "Upper-Class Hollow". Then again, not many of her friends really ever came to visit, so she didn't really have a way to forget to offer the a ride.
However, it wasn't too long after the message that there was a knock at the door. Kenny let out an involuntary groan, burying her face into one of her multitudes of throw pillows before rolling out of bed, practically falling on her face because of her lack of forethought in the action. "Kennedy, get the door please?" she heard her mom call from the other room as she pushed her way through her door and down the staircase to the front door. The brunette opened the grand oak door to be faced with Naima on her step, instantly pouncing on the offer of food.
Kennedy had a lot of food. "How hungry are you? I've got some snacks upstairs but I haven't had dinner yet so I was going to cook something up," she explained, motioning for Naima to follow her inside and to the kitchen where she trifled through the cupboards in search of something easy she could put together. "If you see something you like, shout," Kenny recommended, leaving open the cupboards and draws as she went so that Naima could see if she liked anything.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, they're a pretty wealthy family, so food is no probs.
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Post by marcikin on Dec 20, 2012 21:36:31 GMT -5
”Oh, you know me. I can always eat.” Naima said, hopping inside and wrapping her arms around Kennedy in a brief hug. During which she breathed in deeply, enjoying both the feel and the smell of her dear friend. Nai let go quickly, though, closing the door behind them and happily following to the kitchen. The entire house made her want to cry, or to…laugh, or…something. It was huge, it had a security system, and there was so much food. Nai tried for a few moments to imagine life where she didn’t have to worry about paying for clothes, food, insurance…. She couldn’t quite do it. But she wanted it so, so bad.
Still, she kept a happy smile on her face the entire time, stepping enthusiastically behind Kennedy and surveying the cabinets stocked with foodstuffs. It didn’t take long for her to make a little happy ‘ooo’ sound of discovery and reach up to take down an unopened bag of ruffles. Original flavor, too. She hugged it to herself—gently, so as not to crush anything—and turned toward Kennedy with a bit of a puppy-dog expression. ”These are absolutely my favorite chips ever. Can we take these for the movies?”
A few more minutes saw her placing the chips on one of the counters, out of Kennedy’s way as she made some sort of dinner. Naima stepped over to her friend, adjusting the shoulder strap of her backpack, ”So…should I go ahead and change now? Or would you like help making…whatever you’re making?”
”Also, do you have an espresso machine?” she added as an afterthought, ”cause I figure, if you’re gonna put me up for the night, I might as well make you a kick-ass caramel macchiato.”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 21, 2012 0:35:38 GMT -5
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The hug was a bit unexpected by Kennedy's standards. She rarely received hugs from anybody, in fact she couldn't recall the last time somebody had embraced her, but it was nice to see that somebody cared. The door closed behind them as they went to the kitchen and she went through her previously mentioned routine, pausing slightly as she heard an exclamation of happiness and a shuffling sound as Nai pulled out a bag a chips, giving a pleading look about the chips. Kennedy rolled her eyes and laughed. "Go ahead and take it, it's not like we're going to shoot you for it," she joked.
The Beaufort then moved to the fridge, pulling out some hamburger that looked like it had been thawing in a ziplock back. She flopped it on the counter, finding a box of Hamburger Helper to accompany it on its lone location. Her friend asked if she needed help or if she should go change and she waved her off. "Go get comfortable~ This will only take a few minutes," Kenny chimed in response, starting her cooking on the stove and browning the meat. Nai also asked if they had an espresso machine, offering to make her something with it as a return gift for having her over. She shook her head and laughed.
"Sure, whatever you want. Mi casa es su casa and that sort of shit," Kennedy finished, stirring the hamburger in the plate. "It's in the cupboard above the sink," she explained, motioning with the spatula in her hand which she was using to stir the hamburger. Naima was definitely one of the more interesting people she chose to hang out with.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, they're a pretty wealthy family, so food is no probs.
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Post by marcikin on Dec 21, 2012 15:08:10 GMT -5
”You’d be surprised how many people would,” Naima said lightly, referring to her own parents, who were strict to say the least. She almost steped over and opened the bag right there and then, but she resisted, intead watching Kennedy do her thing for a few moments with an absent smile. A sudden urge to hop forward a kiss her cheek made Nai lean forward a bit, but she retrained herself. She knew Kennedy didn’t swing that way. Still, it was alright to imagine, right?
Nai took Kennedy’s words as an invitation to explore the house in search of the correct bedroom. She adjusted her backpack yet again and shrugged a bit, leaving the kitchen. The search was not difficult. Nai wasn’t the type to feel nervous about poking around a strange house, even if she wasn’t invited. Narrowly avoiding a run-in with her friend’s mom, Naima skirted into the bedroom filled with various articles of junk food and decided she was in the right place. She shuffled through the foodstuffs for a moment, decided to leave them alone for a later hour.
Nai smiled to herself, donning quickly the men’s boxers and oversized longsleeve shirt that were her pajamas. The shirt was a wornout and faded grey that reached so low it almost covered the boxers. After letting her gaze linger on the food for a moment longer, she moved downstairs to join her friend.
”So,” Nai said as she opened the cabinet Kennedy pointed out and pulled down the espresso machine, ”are we planning on staying up all night? Cause if so, you picked the right girl.” Not only could she make really delicious coffee, thanks to her job at Tim Horton’s, but she didn’t have that annoying habit of getting grumpy when she didn’t get enough sleep. At least, not until later the next day. Kennedy would have to deal with that. Nai flashed her friend a grin before checking the machine, eventually nodding in approval, ”Permission to raid the kitchen in search of caramel syrup?”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 22, 2012 0:26:08 GMT -5
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Kennedy doubted anybody would really shoot you for taking food. "Do the people you hang out with guard the President of the United States or something?" she joked as Naima opened the bag of chips but didn't immediately ate anything from the bag. She stirred the hamburger, which had turned the color needed for the Helper. Kennedy added the noodles and the cheese sauce. "I hope you like hamburger and macaroni, 'cause that's what we're eating," Kennedy explained, putting a lid on the hamburger to simmer until it was ready.
She watched her friend leave to go and find her room somewhere in the house. Nai managed to make it upstairs to her room, disappearing up them as Janene walked past the foot of the stairs with a basket of laundry. Kennedy waved her to her mom with the spatula. "Naima is staying the night," Kennedy explained as the woman in question looked up the stairs at the closing door. Janene smiled, "I'm glad you're having somebody over," was all she said before she disappeared into the laundry room to continue her housework.
It wasn't too much later afterwards that Naima came down the stairs dressed only in a long shirt and boxers. Kennedy gave a snicker. "You look like you just woke up after a one-night stand and couldn't find your own clothes," Kennedy acknowledged her jokingly, though she didn't really expect anything else from Nai. The fact that you couldn't really see any part of Kenny's skin from her pajamas made her an anomaly in this generation. She really didn't mind though. This was comfortable for her and that was what she was going to wear because that's how she slept.
Naima went and grabbed the espresso machine, asking if they were planning on staying up all night. "We'll stay up until we run out of movies to watch," she explained, which was sort of how parties like this worked. You just kept watching movies and, eventually, you would be able fully awake the next day or pass out in the middle and wake up feeling exhausted. Hopefully the coffee would help her system run more normally throughout the night so she wouldn't be grumpy and make Naima's life miserable.
"Yeah, go ahead. I have no idea if we have any but you can search," she replied. Kenny knew they had chocolate syrup because she used it on her ice-cream and making flavored milk. However, caramel wasn't in her top favorite things to put on really anything, but she felt like her mom or sister liked it. Whatever the matter, Kenny didn't mind Nai searching for it.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, carameeeel.
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Post by marcikin on Dec 22, 2012 13:23:29 GMT -5
Nai laughed when Kennedy observed her pajamas. ”Maybe I did. You got a brother?” Naima paused then, grimacing a bit and raising her hands in a pseudo-defensive gesture, ”That was too much, wasn’t it? Yeah, too much.” She knew Kennedy wouldn’t be too put out. Hopefully. Hopefully she knew that Naima would never jeopardize their friendship by doing something that stupid. Not unless her brother was really, really hot. No, no, kidding. Naima wouldn’t do it.
”Oh? I hope you have a lot of movies, then,” Nai said, sighing a little before putting on another smile, ”I am so not in the mood to sleep. Save all the sleep for the weekends, I say.” Mostly because then she’d spend as little time with her parents as possible. They always insisted she come stay at home during the weekends and breaks, and while it didn’t really take her away from any of her friends, Nai still hated it. Her father would talk to her, her mother would only berate her for the most recent time a teacher had to call about one of her indiscretions. Honestly, sometimes Naima would prefer being homeless.
”Or just party,” Nai amended her statement as she started rummaging through the kitchen to find caramel syrup. When, after checking all the pantries and the refrigerator, she didn’t find any, she sighed and picked up the chocolate syrup instead. ”Looks like make-shift mochas instead.” She gathered up the required ingredients and started making two cups of Mocha lattes, one of her favorite drinks in the world. She didn’t even mind that she’d just finished one in her dorm and hour ago. As she worked she kept looking at when Kennedy was cooking, finding her mouth watering and her lips curving into a smile.
”That smells so good.”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 23, 2012 16:50:55 GMT -5
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Kennedy rolled her eyes when Nai asked if she had a brother, implying that he would be where she got the clothes from. She gave a slight laugh under her breath, shaking her head as Nai asked if that was too much. "Unless Cassadee got a sex change while we weren't paying attention, I'm fairly sure I don't have a brother," Kenny replied back, giving a laugh. "Did you take them from her room?" she joked, though her heart wasn't in the poke. She wasn't really in the mood to be mean to her sister.
Nai pointed out that she hoped they had a lot of movies. Technically speaking, the night was only about eight hours long, which amounted to four to five movies. This was not a lot in Kennedy's book so she simply replied with: "We'll have enough. Do you like horror?" the brunette asked, a devilish smile on her face like she had something up her sleeve. Kenny was a fan of horror movies, not because she enjoyed the slashers, but because watching other people react was very entertaining. For her, they weren't too scary 'cause she could usually predict what would happen. Jump scares were the things that got her.
The food was just about finished as Naima's search turned up fruitless. Declaring that she would be making mochas instead, she set to finding the rest of the materials in the kitchen. Kennedy left the stove and grabbed some plates and shoveled some of the macaroni-hamburger onto them. She motioned towards a drawer that Naima was near with a flick of her hand. "Hey, silverware's in the drawer to your left. Mind grabbing it?" Kennedy asked, turning off the oven before picking up the two plates and walking them towards the dining table.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, carameeeel.
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Post by marcikin on Dec 24, 2012 17:04:17 GMT -5
”Eww,” Naima mock gagged, laughing a bit at the mental image Kennedy’s joke produced, ”I’m sorry, but she wouldn’t look good as a boy.” Not that she found Cassadee altogether intriguing right now. Sure, the thunder would be the first to admit that Cassadee was extremely good looking, Naima couldn’t really spare a thought for her while next to Kennedy. There was more than beauty involved in getting Naima to pay attention. Usually. Naima shrugged and smiled, ”Unfortunately, no. She didn’t have that great of a selection.”
Horror? Naima perked up a lot. ”I love it!” she said emphatically, grinning from ear to ear and hopping once in a little show of excitement. The movie she’d brought wasn’t horror, but then again, it was the only movie she actually owned. Swiping something from the parentals wouldn’t be helpful at all, either, because her father called horror movies satanic and visciously judged everyone who enjoyed watching them. Including her. Yay. Still, the thought didn’t dampen her spirits in the least as she set up everything she’d need to make herself and her friend mochas.
On second thought, the milk could stay in the fridge until they’d eaten. Shaking her head a bit, Naima giggled, ”Horror movies get me every time, honestly. Jump scares are the worst.” Her own reactions tended to make her laugh, though, and the suspense was delicious. The only thing that she really didn’t like was how stupid people tended to be in those movies. Seriously, had they never seen a horror movie before? At some point this cycle needed to stop.
At Kennedy’s request, she got them both silverware and delivered them to the table, accepting her plate. After she’d down the first mouthful, Nai hummed happily, saying in a joking tone, ”Can I just live here?” She played it off, body language and all, as a complete joke. But part of her kinda wished she could be serious about it. Kennedy knew Nai wasn’t the richest in the world, and Nai had given her enough of an impression so far that she had a hard time with her parents. But in reality, she’d made sure to play it all down. As far as Kennedy knew, it was just normal family drama with a strict father.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 26, 2012 21:29:54 GMT -5
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Honestly, Kennedy was glad that she had a sister instead of a brother. There was a difference between girls and boys with Dee's personality and Kenny was fairly sure she would not have ended up how she did today if she had grown up with an elder brother. Somebody like Caleb in her household would have torn them apart, no doubt. There was a very tentative balance in the Beaufort household, any one step out of lines could shatter them, and Kennedy had a feeling that they wouldn't be able to walk the line had there been a male in the household other than Rodger.
Naima agreed as well, though not in the same sense or with the same amount of knowledge. The fact that her friend believed that her sister would not look good as a guy intrigued her. Kenny was sure that being just slightly above average height with a lean muscled body like her sister had would make the perfect guy in most scenarios. Apparently, that wasn't the type of guy Naima was attracted too. Kenny found this hard to believe, thinking over the guys she'd seen her friend hanging out with before she gave a shrug. "Oh, I've seen you with that Liam fellow. You can't tell me that Cassadee isn't a female version of him or Caleb," Kennedy explained, a smile entering her features.
At the mention of horror, Naima seemed to hop up much like a puppy might when you said "treat" or "walk". It was almost sort of endearing, how a single word uttered aloud could elicit such responses. Kennedy couldn't say that she was easily enthused by ideas but she wasn't a stick in the mud. Either way, it was still interesting to observe how others reacted to certain ideas versus others. Naima was the type of girl to get into theatrics, so she was always amusing to watch. It wasn't the reason Kenny kept her around, per sey, but it did entertain the Beaufort when her thoughts started to wander.
Naima halted her process on the mochas as Kenny announced the meal was ready. She continued to talk of her preferences of horror movies. Similar to Kennedy's, which was good for her. The brunette agreed with her friend in the unspoken fact that people were absolute idiots in movies. But that didn't really matter. It left the door open for movies like "Student Bodies" and "Scary Movie". "Well, they're not so much as horror more... Get into your head and freak you out that way," Kennedy explained. It was a win-win situation for Hollywood because, whether you liked scary movies or not, you had a video to go and watch on the big screen.
When they had taken a seat at the table, Naima continued to ask if she could just live at the Beaufort house. In any instance, Kennedy would have given a laugh and jokingly agreed. However, Nai was different than most people to her. She was a friend, somebody that didn't have too great of a home to go back too. Which was why Kennedy didn't say anything on the subject, but simply gave a laugh. "Well, everything's not as peachy keen as it seems. You'd get sick of it in a few days," she explained, giving a shrug. "But hey! No sad thoughts. We're supposed to be having a slumber party and party we shall!" Kennedy said, her voice taking more of an enthused inflection as she went over this, a smile on her features as she started attacking her meal.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, carameeeel.
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Post by marcikin on Dec 28, 2012 16:35:22 GMT -5
Nai giggled a little bit, ”Well to be honest I really don’t pay attention to Cassaddee, not when you’re around.” It was a little flirty, but it kinda just slipped out of her mouth. Hopefully it wouldn’t weird Kenny out too very much. Nai kept it from being too much of a focus by taking another bit and making a very happy sound, speaking against as soon as she swallowed, ”Besides, Liam and me, we’re not a thing. Not even a ‘with benefits’ thing. So maybe my words are still valid. Maybe I just don’t go for boys like that.” She pointed it out casually, and it wasn’t all untrue. She was definitely so unsure about her relationship with Liam that she wouldn’t even think about it most of the time. But he was one of the few guys she didn’t tend to pursue.
She didn’t mention Caleb at all, since she had no idea what Kennedy knew about their previous exploits. Naima has certainly…explored her options there. Many times, in fact. And while she tended to enjoy him, he was not enough to make her stick around. Too many drugs. Too much of an ass.
Nai nodded when Kennedy mentioned the movies, ”Psycho-thriller. Those are my favorite, too. The ones that incorporate themselves into your dreams and mess you up later on.” The thunder was aware of how sick she probably sounded right now. But it was truly an exhilarating experience, and she reveled in it. For a few seconds her eyes lingered on her friend, a small smile forming on her lips. She had a brief, self-deprecating thought about how she was secretly hoping for some scary movie cuddling. Then she pushed it out of her mind with a chuckle and dug into her food.
Kennedy seemed to have a certain amount of understanding about Nai’s half-joke, but Nai still couldn’t help but think that single, sarcastic thought, yeah, cause anything that happens here is gonna be as bad as my dad. And it wasn’t even just her dad. Her mother was more forgiving, and even attempted to be affectionate at times. But she approved of how Naima was treated through inaction, and that was an enough for her. There was definitely enough blame to go around.
”And of course, as there must be during any slumber party, there must be guy talk.” Naima beamed at her friend, scooting her chair slightly closer and leaning her head in her hand to watch Kennedy, ”Any men to speak of, Dear Kenny?”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 28, 2012 19:14:38 GMT -5
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Kennedy didn't like girls, at least. Not like like girls. It was one of those things that she didn't mind, if being gay makes you happy then go for it, but she personally would never swing that way. While girl crushes were just a natural thing about being a girl, she would never act upon them. Girls were too much drama, as she had once told Makism, and she understood why some guys chose to be gay and a lot of girls were straight. Because girls were just a bitch to deal with and being with one would just provide so much more drama that would be unneeded in Kenny's life.
As for Naima... Kennedy wasn't entirely sure. She wasn't lesbian but she wasn't entirely straight either. Bisexual seemed too extreme, seeing as Kenny felt the girl wasn't that out there with dating girls. Maybe she just wasn't entirely sure what she liked yet. Which was fine by Kenny, so long as Naima didn't try to pursue her. She imagined that would be a little bit awkward for their friendship, should her friend be attracted towards her. Again, she really didn't mind it as long as it didn't involve her.
So when Naima made the comment that she didn't pay attention to Dee, Kenny wasn't sure to take it as a flirt or just a sincere form of friendship. One one hand, it was saying that she was more interesting than her elder sister, which was a bit of a lie in Kennedy's eyes. On the other, it was saying that Naima, while hanging out with Kennedy, took a step back and prevented herself from flirting with people. Which was nice, seeing as Kennedy wasn't really a go-getter when it came to showing affection towards the male populous. It was probably similar to trying to swim in a ball-pit. She just really sucked at it.
Kennedy wasn't given a lot more time to digest what her friend had remarked as she went on to explain that Liam and her weren't a thing. That, maybe, she just didn't go for guys with that sort of appearance. She gave her a challenging look, arching a brow. Alright, so Naima didn't go for Liam. That was alright by her, but Kennedy doubt that there was nothing between the two of them. Liam was worse than Caleb in a sense and Liam didn't just keep friends that were girls unless he wanted something from them. It was just the type of guy.
Kennedy was glad that Naima took a liking to the same movies she did. It wasn't that Naima appeared sick for the fascination, it was just she accurately described how Kennedy viewed the movies. Unfortunately for her friend's thought process, Kenny didn't scare easily. Which meant that she wouldn't be cuddling at all against Naima for comfort. Unless there were giant spiders. Those just crept her out. Either way, though, she tended to keep to herself when it came to things that started to grate on her nerves and freak her out.
It was also, apparently, custom for you to talk about guys at a slumber party. Fantastic. Kennedy really didn't have any men to speak of. Well, there was... No, no, no. Kenny didn't like him like that, not anymore. She was his friend, nothing more. The feelings she had that one night on the porch were because sisters weren't supposed to make out with your friends. Not jealousy. It wasn't. So instead she just shook her head and laughed. "You know me. Me and my fictional characters, yum," she joked, shouldering Naima jokingly. "What about you? If you don't like Liam, then something must be wrong with your head. Isn't he like... A big deal or something?"
Because, of course, Naima didn't know about her friend's involvement with Caleb either. The Beaufort hadn't gone far with the kid, but there had been a few moments between the two that she wasn't going to mention. The Fire wasn't her type.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, like jace lightwood
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Post by marcikin on Dec 29, 2012 12:09:48 GMT -5
Naima ate the last bit of her food and leaned back in her chair. She sighed, rolling her head back briefly and letting out a little disappointed groan, ”Ken, you’re so boring sometimes, you know?” No guys? Only fictional characters? Nai picked up her dishes and moved to place them in the sink, ”You could have men falling at your feet if you wanted to. Fantasies are only so satisfying.” She laughed a little, smiling mischievously at Kennedy as she thought about her own exploits, men, fantasies. She enjoyed being able to speak like this without even a passing thought that Kennedy was judging her. The friends were so comfortable with each other that way.
”As for Liam, well…” Nai paused as she started working on the mochas. It would only take her a few minutes to finish them, so it would probably be done shortly after Kennedy finished her food, ”Well, I never said I didn’t like him. He’s about the most entertaining friend I’ve ever had—other than you, of course—he’s not afraid to get into all sorts of trouble.” She laughed a little when Kennedy mentioned his being a big deal, ”I guess. Anyone who knows anything knows he isn’t to be trusted, though.”
A few minutes later saw her placing a steaming cup of mocha in front of her friend, holding the other in her hands. It would burn the mouth right now, but in a minute it would be smooth, strong, and relaxing. Then the caffeine would kick in and they wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. That being the point of a slumber party, Naima took a sip of her second caffeinated drink of the might. After working at a coffee shop for over a year now, the young woman was quite capable of dealing with any amount of scalding on her tongue.
”I don’t think I’ve had any new conquests since we last talked,” Naima said, sitting back down in her chair, ”I’ve got that grant kid around my little finger though. Might make a go for him this week.”
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 29, 2012 14:36:54 GMT -5
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Kennedy smirked as Naima finished her food as she admitted that she wasn't currently interested in any boys. "Oh, but if I did I would never see your wonderful theatrics~" Kenny trilled, glancing at her plate. She had a little bit more to go and probably would have gone for seconds if her friend hadn't put her plate in the sink. She wasn't going to make her sit there and wait until she was done eating. However, Naima seemed comfortable as she moved through the kitchen and started getting items together for mochas. She continued her commentary however, addressing the question of Liam with a hardy speech about how she didn't say she didn't like him, but they were friends.
Kennedy knew that Liam was trouble. She was sort of worried for any girls that would run into him or Caleb, especially if the two decided to start hanging out together. To put it in humorous terms, no vagina would be safe. "You keep telling yourself and it'll be true eventually," she called jokingly to her friend, shaking her head. Sometimes the other Thunder was all sorts of contradictions and interesting. She finished clearing her plate as Naima presented her with a mocha and Kennedy gave a smile. Yeah, sleep was going out the door tonight.
The brunette finished her plate, pushing it to the side as Naima sat back down and introduced the newest victim in her reign. Grant. She recognized the name, had probably seen him around. Oh yes, Grant. "He's all sorts of adorable," Kennedy mused, thinking over the character she remembered him to be. "Didn't think you really liked that type of person. Or are you just tiring of actually working to get guys," Kennedy joked, giving a laugh. She was just poking fun at her friend, not trying to insult her and her dating habits. But Grant really didn't seem her style.
tags, naima . outfit, click . loser, beck notes, sooorry so short!
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