|Mountain View High|Teen romance-High school RP|Accepting

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"Ah yes, people would eat my hair," She chuckled "Inside joke, huh?" She smiled and looked around the bathroom. "You like to fight," She stated and nodded "Miley, or 'Milo' as you like to call her, doesn't really do fighting," She said with a look that was undefinable. "But don't punch people. That's harmful..." Her voice trailed off and she shook it off "Either way you are not as much of a freak as you think you are," She said, turning to the mirror with a groan "My coach is gonna murder me," She sighed in frustration.
(sorry it took me a while had dinner)

[Im.]

Name: Brandy Melville

Age: Sixteen

Location: Bathroom

Tagged: Bella

Emotion: Unknown

Wearing: x

Brandy look at Bella and shrugged. "Fighting is just the only thing I'm remotely decent at so it's like, why not?" She chuckled. "Milo will have to deal with me some other way then, now won't she?" Shrugging, she turned to the mirror as Bella did. "Then why don't you go home, wash it quickly, and come back for your... cheer stuff. I don't really know what you're doing." Brandy shrugged again, only with one shoulder this time. "Or you could tell your coach you're just expressing yourself. I told my mum that when I got paint all over my brand new white Chuck Taylor's and she just told me I was dumb and walked away." Brandy laughed.

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Bella chuckled with her "Good luck with finding something," She then referred back to the girl's suggestion "Don't have the time. Plus if my family saw this any one of them would probably murder me, you'd have to dig my grave," She said with a small smile and thought about it. This will be a fun explanation. She reached into her bag and pulled out her cheer bow "All the stuff needed is ridiculous. Look at the size of this thing?" She waved it around her finger with an amused smile before putting it in her hair. "I'll just go like this; she can make me run sprints, I don't really care. I mean I will when I'm puking on the ground, but for now," She shook her head and then looked at the girl's board "So aside from skateboarding, what do you like to do?"

[Wolfsinger]

Collin laughed and put in 'Buttkicker' and 'lil man' giving her a wink at the names. "Alright, you're up 'Buttkicker'" he said as the game got set up.

[Im.]

Name: Brandy Melville

Age: Sixteen

Location: Bathroom

Tagged: Bella

Emotion: Content

Wearing: x

Brandy smiled fondly. "That bow is rather big..." She stood on her tip-toes to see it in Bella's hair. "Correction, it's gigantic." She stood flat footed again and laughed. "Running sprints doesn't sound fun... it'd just run away in the process." The thought of someone vomiting made her cringe, but she shook her head to push the thought away. Brandy's eyes also traveled to her penny board and she thought about her question silently for a few seconds. "Well, back home I played football- soccer, my bad- for like eight years and I was a dancer for... oh maybe fourteen years? So I still like to do those but yaknow. I guess you could say I'm really into writing, photography and making films," Brandy shrugged. "but they're not really serious. What about you? Or has cheerleading always been your one-and-only?" She smirked.

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Bella smiled at her yet stuck her tongue out like a child "Pretty much my one and only in my highschool years," She shrugged and puffed up her bow "They're big for a reason. You should the fun ones. Sparkles, pink, tye dye, neon, it's crazy," She left her bow alone and said "Technically I like to sing, but I don't do it ever. I'm in drama 'cause I like to act I write sometimes; but it's always stupid and people think I'm a psychopath when they read it," She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she thought back to her first story where she wrote about how she thought her father died in extremely disturbing details for a ten year old to write. "I was so weird when I wrote," She shook her head at the memories. "What kind of dance did you do?" She asked. Dancing was a huge part of cheer, so Bella understood some dance language and knew some moves. "And what do you write? Poetry, fiction, or other stuff?" She asked, starting to get a little deeper into this girl.

[Im.]

Name: Brandy Melville

Age: Sixteen

Location: Bathroom

Tagged: Bella

Emotion: Content

Wearing: x

Brandy smirked as Bella stuck her tongue out then listened to her continue about the bows. As she started to explain what she liked, Brandy hopped up on the counter next to her with her hands resting on her knees and her chin resting on her hands. She laughed about the story of her "father's death" and her psychotic stories. Brandy had to think for a while when she asked her the next set of questions. "Umm..." She dragged out, staring at the ceiling. "I did ballet the entire fourteen years I danced, hip-hop, which I hated, for a year or two, tap somewhere in there, jazz somewhere. There's more but it's all kind of a clouded memory now." Brandy shrugged. "I mainly write fiction, but sometimes I throw a little poetry around if I'm lost for ideas." She focused her bright blue eyes back on Bella.

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Bella nodded, shifting around against the wall "Don't judge my prepitude as I sit on this disgustingly grimy sink," She sat on it, swinging her legs "Ballet is so smooth and quiet, we're supposed to be loud and sharp," She observed aloud, thinking about it for a second. "But it's true! My teachers were really concerned," She beamed. "I could not write poetry for the life of me. Awful. I am the worst poet I think you could ever imagine." She chuckled running a hand through her sticky hair."Don't ever date Vince, I'm just sayin' for your hair's safety," She warned as she ran some water and dampened the ends of her hair, trying to un-stick it. "hmmmm... where did you grow up?" She asked, finally adressing the accent that wasn't heard around the school besides maybe one person last year, who spoke without it now.

[Im.]

Name: Brandy Melville

Age: Sixteen

Location: Bathroom

Tagged: Bella

Emotion: Content/Homesick

Wearing: x

Brandy laughed at her use of the word "prepitude" and watched her as she sat on the sink. "I could never be a cheerleader then; I'm too quiet." She laughed with Bella as she explained her lack of poetic skills. "Eh, my hairs always messy anyways so it wouldn't really phase me." Brandy shrugged, running pale hands through her mop of auburn coloured hair to mess it up even more, if that was possible. She shook her hair out and looked at Bella again. "I grew up in England, Rossendale to be exact." Her stomach lurched with homesick and her heart ached for her old life. "I moved here almost four years ago, but I was home-schooled, just like I was back home, until this year." Brandy frowned a little but quickly shook her head to clear the thoughts. "What about you? Have you always lived here?"

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"If you tried being loud I bet you could. We're just as flexible too. Also on a side note, if you brushed it better and used the right hair stuff I bet you're hair would be amazing," She commented, looking at it as she answered the girl's question "Um..." She bit her lip in thought, trying to think of a way to phrase it without just giving whatever there was she was hiding away "I lived in New Jersey, then New Jersey and New York, then back to just New Jersey, then California, but now I live here," She shrugged, looking around, "I moved a lot," She said after a second. Biting a piece of her and her dark brown eyes met the girl's bright blue ones. "You know how I said my hair wouldn't taste good?" She looked at her as much of a serious face as she could muster "I stand corrected," She smiled and took her hair from her mouth. The girl shook herself out of er thoughts and crossed her legs still on the sink. "How was homeschooling? I wouldn't last," She said honestly.