Miley had woken up on a common room couch, clutching a tiny stuffed mouse and wearing her Hannah wig. That fact was lost on her as she remembered the stuff that happened over the weekend.
Turtle just stared at her roommate over the Wall Street Journal from her bed, still under the impression that the weekend was either a cracked-out dream cause by the euphoria of a jumping market or like that whole turtle thing a while back.
"The dress?" Miley looked down at the sequined dress she was wearing. "Apparently the kid version of me thought this was appropriate pajamas. Just to let you know...it's so not comfy. I'm gonna have permanent sequin marks in my butt."
Turtle's head tilted slightly. "Sequined sleepwear. Yeah. Don't quite see it taking off, sorry. And the wig? You look like a cheesy pop star or something."
"Stupid four year old." Miley muttered as she tugged off the wig and rushed to the closet to put it away in it's box. "Um...just forgot it was there. You know how it is with wigs and...uh...what's new with you?"
Turtle was quiet for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether or not it was a big ethical no-no to attempt to blackmail your roommate. After all, they did have to live together, and that could make things not so fun. Turtle really didn't need another Annette. Not one she lived with.
"You look stupid as a blonde, anyway," Turtle decided, folding up her Journal and tossing it aside. "So you were a kid this weekend two and it wasn't just something in my Kool-Aid?"
"It wasn't that bad!" Turtle said, defensively. "Sokka seemed to like it anyway. It was actually pretty good...." She'd stand by that. Even if she'd be reluctant to try it again now that she was older and wiser.
This was a little harder to explain.
"Uhhh...?"
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Because that, clearly, was stranger to Turtle than the whole being six thing.
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Yeah, Miley's so good at changing the subject.
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"You look stupid as a blonde, anyway," Turtle decided, folding up her Journal and tossing it aside. "So you were a kid this weekend two and it wasn't just something in my Kool-Aid?"
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Turtle's hands did compulsively go to her stomach, though. Still not exploded. Good. She knew Lucas was making that up!
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