Cammie and Laura - Roommateness ((Backdated))

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Laura moves in with Cammie.

Carrying the two massive suitcases and the equally huge backpack wasn't a big deal for Laura; her added strength was more than enough to handle them a some more weight. But that way she was having a little trouble to check the rooms in order to find her new place to stay. For the last half a minute though, the increasing smell of what could only be toxic waste was leading her steps; she still couldn't believe she was going to live with someone like her. While she knew more about Logan than herself -well, everyone knew more about Logan than herself- the man hadn't really painted Cammie in a very positive light. Reaching the opened door, Laura leaned in the edge, trying to put her most neutral face, but barely managing to keep breathing by her mouth. "Surprise!"

Cammie looked over from her spot on the couch with her laptop, her cast propped up on the coffee table, “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my suite?”

"I'm fucking Laura and this is our suite now." Her tone was somehow neutral, as she had been trying to look as well, but couldn't help to smirk at Cammie. "Nice to meet you~"

“Eww, I don’t want to know who you’re fucking,” Cammie returned, “But you got the wrong suite.”

Laura negated slowly with the head: "Nope. I asked and got a very clear answer; you are now roomed with Cammie. And Logan told me a bit about you. Green hair, toxic, nice fighting skills. He kinda mentioned you being foul mouthed as well." All in all, Laura kinda liked the other girl's predisposition to throw her out without hearing the whole thing. It made things more interesting.

“Well, fucking understatement there. I have great fighting skills,” she said, turning her attention to the laptop.

Considering the girl on the couch wouldn't jump at her if she entered the room -she wasn't in the position to do so with the cast anyway-, Laura made her way into the room, throwing her things on the free bed. The place reeked like a toxic waste dump, but she didn't feel like vomiting just yet. Maybe later. "Then I'd like to see the guy that managed to break your leg. Or girl, or angry mob. Maybe the angry mob?"

“Religious freaks with an S&M basement,” Cammie said, “You try fighting while tied up and hypothermic.”

"Sounds like a frat party...without the fun part." Opening a suitcase, Laura sighed. Too many clothes, so little space. "The fact you got only a broken leg talks a lot of you. Good stuff, actually." She didn't mention there was probably a lot of not-so-good stuff in there as well.

“Jesus, did you bring an entire department store with you? Did I fill out my roommate survey wrong to only get preppy, bouncy girls?”

As in cue, Laura bounced on her spot, smiling in a rather silly way. "You probably did!" Searching in her suitcase, Laura produced two bright yellow pom poms. "Preppy and bouncy I can be, but I'm not cheering alone."

“Oh god,” Cammie said, her eyes falling on those, “Shoot me. Now.”

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you are one of those people that still consider those silly stereotyped ideas regarding cheerleaders; it's not like a couple of pom poms equal the lack of brains; I bet you could have made a fine cheerleader, if you secretly weren't one...kidding!"

“I don’t know, you seem to be proving to me that you ARE one of those stereotypes,” Cammie returned.

Laura stared at her with a genuine poker face between shaking the pom poms at her. "Really? I never considered myself a genius, but hey, cheer leading never stopped me from getting good grades and everything. Now, some of the girls were really shallow but...scratch that, they were really dumb."

"Blah blah blah pom poms. Blah blah blah football.”

That answer took her aback for a second. "Yeah, pretty much", finally said as she put the pom poms back into the suitcase. She stared blackly at Cammie for a whole minute before letting herself fall on the couch. "I'm bored."

“You don’t get to watch my porn if that’s what you’re asking,” Cammie said.

"Boo-hoo", was Laura's response, showing an obvious lack of interest. "Won't you at least tell me how it goes? Like, descriptive and everything? It must be a fun experiment."

“How what goes? The porn? That’s why you watch it,” Cammie said.

"But you don't want to share!" Sitting back up, Laura put the suitcase aside. "Work with me rommie; it might not look like, but last thing I want is to be caged with someone that might try to kill me in my sleep." She gave Cammie a good look, and considered that yeah, that girl could pull something like that. "That's totally so not zen."

“No, but it is so totally divine justice,” Cammie returned.

The lack of niceness was not appreciated, but hey, they were at least talking...or something like that. "How it's just for you to...ah, forget it; I didn't even want to watch porn! Why are we talking about porn? I bet you aren't even watching porn,,,"

Cammie turned the laptop screen towards Laura.

It was indeed porn. “Standard rate on a bet is twenty bucks. Cash only.”

Laura frowned at the picture. "Is that really--Oh my God what is she--does that really fits in the--no way she can bend like that--this is starting to be rather interesting--" She forced herself to look away, opening her backpack and getting her purse out, tossing the money at Cammie. "Yeah, I think I need something to eat, or just leave the room for a sec..." Standing up, Laura decided she would have a lot of time to unpack. "Do you want anything from the kitchen?"

“Only if it’s moldy.”

Laura went to the door, but stopped before leaving. "Any particular state of decay, or any kind of rotten is a good rotten? And I'm not fucking any Laura, that's gross; I'm Laura, and your name is funny enough you want people to call you Cammie." She had no idea why she had just realized that now.

“My name is an old lady name,” Cammie said, “One that wrinkles my nose and makes me talk about The Good Old Days and tells you to get the fuck off my lawn.”

Laura smirked as she turned away. "They also make the bestest cookies of the whole neighbour; be right back granny~"