Thomas didn't know who was this girl or why she acted and spoke the way she did but he didn't mind at all. To be honest there wasn't a lot to explain or to say about the girl he was facing at that moment, apart from the fact that she had a certainly strange and twisted sense of humor. Thomas touched his hair carefully. He usually held it in the perfect amount of disorder and fluff. You aren't speaking seriously, duh. I mean, my hair is better than yours. That was the worst argument any person could say but he wasn't the kind of guy who stopped to think about what he was about to say before the words came put of his mouth. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows when she spoke again. Hm, what are the magical words? What I learned from Disney and Mickey Mouse when I was younger is that you have to say the magical words always. Or else, it's a falacy. Thomas joked, but still helped the girl up. I do apologize, though. I'm a good person. And Thomas. I'm also Thomas.
Bree nodded at Isabella's comment but kept her mouth firm and shut, no words going out. She had spoken more to a stranger that day than she usually did and thought it was more than enough. When they arrived to the lobby, the purple haired girl gaped at the place. It was huge, and so many kids were laughing way too loud. However that didn't take some of the lobby's amazingness, it just made Bree extremely annoyed. Another thing she despised about people in general was when they laughed if there was no reason to laugh whatsoever. She glanced sideways at Isabella, unsure if she should go up to the lady with glasses behind the desk or let her roommate do the honors of speaking up. Bree remained quiet once again and decided that time would tell what would happen. For a few moments she thought about Thomas. Thomas and his happy green eyes. Sure he might be somewhere making friends while his twin sister, the person he should be more alike to than anyone else in the planet, was too socially awkward to speak to a lady who seemed fairly nice.
