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xp_logsLayla and Sarah meet up to watch movies together after their e-mail exchange. They chat before the movie starts and both of them wonder what exactly is going on, since they both often keep their distance from people.
After committing herself to tracking down Layla and hanging out with her, Sarah left her room to head to the blonde's own suite, taking her cell phone with her of course. She was still able to easily reply to the other girl's mail while mobile, thanks to her handy powers, and she continued to do so right until she arrived outside Layla's door. Reaching out, Sarah knocked on it to get her attention. Even though they were talking on e-mail about visiting each other, she still wasn't about to barge into the girl's room.
Layla wasn't in her suite, of course. She had headed there because she was sure that's where Sarah was going to go to look for Layla. She sent her last email to Sarah from her phone while peering around the corner at the brunette. The email was followed up by a text that read, *pokepoke hot sauce goddess*. She even smiled a little. That was why she kept letting herself get pulled toward Sarah for movie marathons and stuff. Sarah made her smile when she wanted to find a hole to hide in the rest of the time lately. The pirate mice were proof enough of that.
Sarah looked down as her phone vibrated at the new message. She frowned and looked at the door again, and then she started to fire off a reply to Layla. Where are you? I'm at your door! :) Then she knocked again, a little louder this time. Maybe she was out and about with her laptop or something, hmm. Looking over her shoulder, she saw someone peeking around the corner, and lo and behold who it was. Sarah smiled herself, brushing some hair out of her face from her turning around. "Hey there you. I was wondering where you were."
Layla sighed and pretended to be quite put out that she had been found in her clearly super secret hiding place. Pretending came all too easily to the foster kid this time of year. It's bad enough being a foster. No one likes a sulky foster. But this had become habit over the years for Layla. Oddly enough, she had been forming something of a routine when Sarah was around, too. If they were somewhere "public" where anyone could happen upon them the act slid into place as best as Layla was managing at the moment. But then they would end up somewhere more alone and the act would slip off until it was gone. It was a good thing they spent so much time watching movies. It mattered less and wasn't so obvious then how much Layla wanted to find a cave to hide in and cry. Maybe that's why Sarah had taken to the movie routine so much.
Act in place, and better than usual, Layla rolled her eyes. "Obviously I was chilling' under my invisibility cloak snapping blackmail shots of people. Or trying to. There are some really boring people around here. You sprung from work and bitch duty for the weekend?"
Crossing her arms and pretending to be mad, Sarah did a little acting herself. Of course she was never mad to see Layla or sad to see the other girl, but she could pretend too. For all of 2.5 seconds or so anyway, and then she was grinning at the blonde girl as she approached. Watching movies with Layla was definitely one of the highlights of recent times for Sarah, even if she didn't fully pick up on the change in the other girl's demeanor. It was nice to just hang out with her, being around Layla just made her feel better herself, and that was a good thing, a very good thing even.
"Ahhh, of course, I should've known. If I'd have known I would've brought my whip!" Or, uh, not really. "I mean, no pics here either, just boring ol' hot sauce, heh." She grinned awkwardly at Layla, nodding at the question. "Uh-huh, I'm all yours. And no work tomorrow either, though I guess I should study a little at some point." That could wait until later in the day though, so she could stay up as late as she wanted tonight.
"Pfft, studying's for suckers," Layla declared and headed off in the direction of the rec room. She had taken over a shelf in there to pile the movies she and Sarah wanted to watch. Some were from the school's collection and others were from the Blockbuster in town. It was possible they were back onto the romantic comedy part of their rotation, though. "I mean, if you actually learned it then you'd already have it in your head, no studying needed." Not that Layla studied either way.
It was Sarah's turn to roll her eyes at that, though she wasn't the world's biggest fan of studying to be sure. Still, her parents had instilled some modicum of a work ethic into her, so she did try to keep her grades up as best she could. Following Layla towards the rec room, Sarah put her phone in her pocket and fell into step with the blonde. "Well, yeah, I suppose that's true. But practice makes perfect too, after all." She nodded sagely, her Mom said that so it was true. "So, what are we watching tonight?" It was the romantic comedy part again, she thought, or hoped at least.
Wrinkling her nose, Layla replied, "I think we're back on your movies." Which meant Sarah would be the only one awake in a couple hours probably. Except, well, sometimes they weren't that bad. Not that Layla would admit that, of course. "I dunno what the next one is though. I don't remember."
Clapping her hands together a few times in glee, Sarah grinned but then quickly put her hands back down. "Oh, ok, that's good I guess." Not that she didn't like horror movies because Layla had actually made them grow on her a little (or maybe it was just being with Layla that did that, she wasn't entirely sure), but she was more in the mood for one of her movies tonight. "Um, I'm not sure either, hmm. There's always the faithful go-to movies, though." By which she meant Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman, both of which she'd probably already made Layla watch at least once with her. Reaching the rec room, Sarah stopped and waved a hand for the blonde girl to enter ahead of you. "After you, Laylasauce!" It sounded funny saying that aloud once she'd actually said it but she grinned nonetheless.
The name actually made Layla smile a bit as she gave Sarah a poor approximation of a curtsy and went in. "Can we like compromise and go for like John Hughes Molly Ringwald movies or something? I can probably not fall asleep during those." Which meant Sarah wouldn't end up becoming a human pillow again. Layla and Sarah both seemed to be pointedly ignoring that development during their movie nights so the blonde didn't bring it up beyond mentioning the likelihood she would fall asleep during a romantic comedy night.
Sarah followed her into the room, nodding at the question. "Sure, if you want, I'm ok with any of those. And yeah, I remember the last time when you fell asleep." Which had been just fine because she had no objections to being Layla's human pillow. She'd actually done the same thing to the blonde girl while watching some of the horror movies Layla would pick out for them to watch on her nights. "That's ok though, if you're tired, you're tired, right? If you fall asleep, I mean, I don't mind." She grinned and plopped down on the couch, letting Layla pick out the movie they'd watch and pop it into the DVD player. The remote was on the couch too so she scooped that up so she could start it up once they were ready.
After going through the options, then going through them again and again, Layla picked out Pretty in Pink. Sixteen Candles had been disqualified solely because it dealt with a birthday and Layla didn't need to be reminded that her own was coming up again. "I blame Herr Wuschelig and Yoda," she declared after popping the DVD into the player and then collapsing onto the couch next to Sarah. She even bounced a little as she landed on the cushion. "They are all about the flying through the air and the fucking heavy bag drills and throwing me around and giving me new bruises and then claiming I don't have them because of the net or the squishy mats or whatever." She pouted, arms crossed over her chest and sinking back into the cushions and everything. "They're drill sergeants! Dictators. Evil, even."
"TV on and play, please." Sarah didn't even hold up the remote, she was holding onto it so all she had to do was speak out loud and voila. She looked over at Layla as the other girl bounced into place on the couch. The bouncing shifted her a little bit so she settled back in, maybe an inch or two closer to Layla because of how the couch had moved or something like that, of course. "Oh man, really? Bruises suck. I hope they're not too bad." Sarah frowned, she didn't want Layla to be pouty. "Oh, hey, I don't have any bruises but I did get a paper cut at work the other day, look." She held up her left index finger, trying to make the other girl feel better in her own way. "It hurt like a b when I did it, ohmygosh."
While in the middle of squinting to see the paper cut Layla erupted into quiet giggles. Sarah and her substitutions for swear words was so damn funny. And, okay, it was sort of cute, too. "Seriously? All you've got is a paper cut? Damn, hazardous job you got there, hot sauce. I hope they've got like accident insurance or workman's comp or something for you. 'Cause, you know, paper cuts can be pretty killer. You could end up in the ER with like an infection and your finger all swollen up four times too big and shit. Or, you know, something." She shifted her eyes from side to side. "I'd like compare my bruises with your paper cuts or something but I think they're all like on my back or my shoulder or whatever." She pushed up her sleeves to look for some that were easily accessible anyway. In truth, Layla bruised really easily so she was more likely than not to find something bruise-like on her.
It was something her mother had instilled in her when they were younger, and at the time she had thought it was kinda cool and edgy that she could "swear" by saying things like b and crap and whatnot. It had stuck, though she'd utter the odd mild curse sometimes around Layla. "Hey, they can be, you know. They sting!" It was her turn to pout now but only a little bit and not for long. Sarah watched as Layla rolled up her sleeves, leaning over to look and see if she could find any bruises. "Hmm, yeah, they're not really there. Or is that... hmm..." Tentatively Sarah reached out, touching the other girl's arm where it looked like it might be a tiny bruise. It was just a piece of wool or something, maybe from her flannel shirt or something, and it fell off as she touched it. "Oh, never mind, it's nothing." She smiled and pulled her arm back, still looking at where she'd rolled her sleeve up though. "I'll just have to take your word for it then, I guess."
Layla frowned and pursed her lips. "There are bruises. Somewhere. But I don't think you wanna go all out strip search for proof, so yeah, you're gonna have to trust me on this one. Somewhere my lily white skin is purple and green and shit. It's hot, really. Makes me totally irresistible. To weirdos with bruise fetishes or, um, something." Okay, that one had sort of gotten away from her, hadn't it? Damn. Hm... Oh, look previews ending and movie starting in time to give Layla an excuse to not talk more! Awesome. Her foot had totally been eyeing her mouth as an awesome place to go.
"I trust you." Sarah said quietly, smiling a little at the other girl. "And yeah, no need to do a strip search or anything, like, lifting up shirts and stuff which isn't as bad as taking them off but still, no need." She nodded, it was true, no need at all. Wrinkling her nose a bit at the bruise comments, Sarah shook her head. "Ew, bruises. Those aren't hot, not like your regular skin. Which isn't bruised, I mean, and is lily white and soft, not tough and bruised or purple and green and crap." The start of the movie was a blessing to her as well. "Oh hey, it's starting, shutting up now." She even turned up the sound a little just because.
By time Sarah had stopped talking Layla had one eyebrow trying to rejoin her hairline. It was the comments about her soft skin being hot, actually. She nearly asked if Sarah usually had a thing for skin. Was it like a fetish? Did she check people out and go 'oh, they've got nice skin...'? That was just weird. Lucky for them both, though the volume went up and Layla remained silent.
It really was weird, and had come out completely wrong. Layla's hands had always been warm and soft, so it was an assumption on Sarah's part that the rest of her might feel that way, as in hot in the temperature sense, but she'd totally flubbed there. She peeked over at Layla quickly, then looked back at the movie. Readjusting herself a little, Sarah settled in to watch the movie, staying quiet to avoid further embarrassing herself.
The shifting going on beside her brought Sarah incrementally closer to Layla. She wondered, not for the first time, how straight Sarah was. Some girls were really cuddly and liked to be really close to other people physically. Sarah, though, had never struck Layla as being one of those people. Rather she was much more the sort who kept her distance. Unless the lights were off and no one else was around while they were watching movies. That was how Layla had become a pillow the first time Sarah had fallen asleep during a movie, or so the blonde thought. Being someone who didn't usually get that close to people, loving her personal bubble and all, she knew it was all too easy to avoid falling asleep on someone if you didn't want to.
Reminding herself that thinking about this to death would only drive her insane, Layla shifted. She tried to inch away but when she settled again her pinkie brushed along the side of Sarah's hand and she realized that wasn't the case. The blonde could feel herself blush and thanked the lights for being off so Sarah wouldn't be able to see.
It was true, Sarah, while often friendly and easy going with just about everybody, wasn't one of those touchy feely cuddly types. It just wasn't her thing, not that she didn't like giving or receiving hugs. Layla was an exception to the rule, that much was true, no matter whether Sarah was into girls herself or not. It was an unconscious thing, the moving closer and whatnot, but on some level she was aware of it. It was hard not to be, especially waking up after having cuddled up to the other girl, after all. And she didn't mind at all; in fact, she rather liked it. A lot. Even when Layla was the one who did the sleeping on her. It was something to look forward to, these movie nights.
She glanced down at the slight touch of Layla's pinkie against her hand, smiling to herself. There may have been some blushing on her end as well but the darkness covered her own reaction too. Lights off or not, she made absolutely no effort to move her hand away.
After committing herself to tracking down Layla and hanging out with her, Sarah left her room to head to the blonde's own suite, taking her cell phone with her of course. She was still able to easily reply to the other girl's mail while mobile, thanks to her handy powers, and she continued to do so right until she arrived outside Layla's door. Reaching out, Sarah knocked on it to get her attention. Even though they were talking on e-mail about visiting each other, she still wasn't about to barge into the girl's room.
Layla wasn't in her suite, of course. She had headed there because she was sure that's where Sarah was going to go to look for Layla. She sent her last email to Sarah from her phone while peering around the corner at the brunette. The email was followed up by a text that read, *pokepoke hot sauce goddess*. She even smiled a little. That was why she kept letting herself get pulled toward Sarah for movie marathons and stuff. Sarah made her smile when she wanted to find a hole to hide in the rest of the time lately. The pirate mice were proof enough of that.
Sarah looked down as her phone vibrated at the new message. She frowned and looked at the door again, and then she started to fire off a reply to Layla. Where are you? I'm at your door! :) Then she knocked again, a little louder this time. Maybe she was out and about with her laptop or something, hmm. Looking over her shoulder, she saw someone peeking around the corner, and lo and behold who it was. Sarah smiled herself, brushing some hair out of her face from her turning around. "Hey there you. I was wondering where you were."
Layla sighed and pretended to be quite put out that she had been found in her clearly super secret hiding place. Pretending came all too easily to the foster kid this time of year. It's bad enough being a foster. No one likes a sulky foster. But this had become habit over the years for Layla. Oddly enough, she had been forming something of a routine when Sarah was around, too. If they were somewhere "public" where anyone could happen upon them the act slid into place as best as Layla was managing at the moment. But then they would end up somewhere more alone and the act would slip off until it was gone. It was a good thing they spent so much time watching movies. It mattered less and wasn't so obvious then how much Layla wanted to find a cave to hide in and cry. Maybe that's why Sarah had taken to the movie routine so much.
Act in place, and better than usual, Layla rolled her eyes. "Obviously I was chilling' under my invisibility cloak snapping blackmail shots of people. Or trying to. There are some really boring people around here. You sprung from work and bitch duty for the weekend?"
Crossing her arms and pretending to be mad, Sarah did a little acting herself. Of course she was never mad to see Layla or sad to see the other girl, but she could pretend too. For all of 2.5 seconds or so anyway, and then she was grinning at the blonde girl as she approached. Watching movies with Layla was definitely one of the highlights of recent times for Sarah, even if she didn't fully pick up on the change in the other girl's demeanor. It was nice to just hang out with her, being around Layla just made her feel better herself, and that was a good thing, a very good thing even.
"Ahhh, of course, I should've known. If I'd have known I would've brought my whip!" Or, uh, not really. "I mean, no pics here either, just boring ol' hot sauce, heh." She grinned awkwardly at Layla, nodding at the question. "Uh-huh, I'm all yours. And no work tomorrow either, though I guess I should study a little at some point." That could wait until later in the day though, so she could stay up as late as she wanted tonight.
"Pfft, studying's for suckers," Layla declared and headed off in the direction of the rec room. She had taken over a shelf in there to pile the movies she and Sarah wanted to watch. Some were from the school's collection and others were from the Blockbuster in town. It was possible they were back onto the romantic comedy part of their rotation, though. "I mean, if you actually learned it then you'd already have it in your head, no studying needed." Not that Layla studied either way.
It was Sarah's turn to roll her eyes at that, though she wasn't the world's biggest fan of studying to be sure. Still, her parents had instilled some modicum of a work ethic into her, so she did try to keep her grades up as best she could. Following Layla towards the rec room, Sarah put her phone in her pocket and fell into step with the blonde. "Well, yeah, I suppose that's true. But practice makes perfect too, after all." She nodded sagely, her Mom said that so it was true. "So, what are we watching tonight?" It was the romantic comedy part again, she thought, or hoped at least.
Wrinkling her nose, Layla replied, "I think we're back on your movies." Which meant Sarah would be the only one awake in a couple hours probably. Except, well, sometimes they weren't that bad. Not that Layla would admit that, of course. "I dunno what the next one is though. I don't remember."
Clapping her hands together a few times in glee, Sarah grinned but then quickly put her hands back down. "Oh, ok, that's good I guess." Not that she didn't like horror movies because Layla had actually made them grow on her a little (or maybe it was just being with Layla that did that, she wasn't entirely sure), but she was more in the mood for one of her movies tonight. "Um, I'm not sure either, hmm. There's always the faithful go-to movies, though." By which she meant Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman, both of which she'd probably already made Layla watch at least once with her. Reaching the rec room, Sarah stopped and waved a hand for the blonde girl to enter ahead of you. "After you, Laylasauce!" It sounded funny saying that aloud once she'd actually said it but she grinned nonetheless.
The name actually made Layla smile a bit as she gave Sarah a poor approximation of a curtsy and went in. "Can we like compromise and go for like John Hughes Molly Ringwald movies or something? I can probably not fall asleep during those." Which meant Sarah wouldn't end up becoming a human pillow again. Layla and Sarah both seemed to be pointedly ignoring that development during their movie nights so the blonde didn't bring it up beyond mentioning the likelihood she would fall asleep during a romantic comedy night.
Sarah followed her into the room, nodding at the question. "Sure, if you want, I'm ok with any of those. And yeah, I remember the last time when you fell asleep." Which had been just fine because she had no objections to being Layla's human pillow. She'd actually done the same thing to the blonde girl while watching some of the horror movies Layla would pick out for them to watch on her nights. "That's ok though, if you're tired, you're tired, right? If you fall asleep, I mean, I don't mind." She grinned and plopped down on the couch, letting Layla pick out the movie they'd watch and pop it into the DVD player. The remote was on the couch too so she scooped that up so she could start it up once they were ready.
After going through the options, then going through them again and again, Layla picked out Pretty in Pink. Sixteen Candles had been disqualified solely because it dealt with a birthday and Layla didn't need to be reminded that her own was coming up again. "I blame Herr Wuschelig and Yoda," she declared after popping the DVD into the player and then collapsing onto the couch next to Sarah. She even bounced a little as she landed on the cushion. "They are all about the flying through the air and the fucking heavy bag drills and throwing me around and giving me new bruises and then claiming I don't have them because of the net or the squishy mats or whatever." She pouted, arms crossed over her chest and sinking back into the cushions and everything. "They're drill sergeants! Dictators. Evil, even."
"TV on and play, please." Sarah didn't even hold up the remote, she was holding onto it so all she had to do was speak out loud and voila. She looked over at Layla as the other girl bounced into place on the couch. The bouncing shifted her a little bit so she settled back in, maybe an inch or two closer to Layla because of how the couch had moved or something like that, of course. "Oh man, really? Bruises suck. I hope they're not too bad." Sarah frowned, she didn't want Layla to be pouty. "Oh, hey, I don't have any bruises but I did get a paper cut at work the other day, look." She held up her left index finger, trying to make the other girl feel better in her own way. "It hurt like a b when I did it, ohmygosh."
While in the middle of squinting to see the paper cut Layla erupted into quiet giggles. Sarah and her substitutions for swear words was so damn funny. And, okay, it was sort of cute, too. "Seriously? All you've got is a paper cut? Damn, hazardous job you got there, hot sauce. I hope they've got like accident insurance or workman's comp or something for you. 'Cause, you know, paper cuts can be pretty killer. You could end up in the ER with like an infection and your finger all swollen up four times too big and shit. Or, you know, something." She shifted her eyes from side to side. "I'd like compare my bruises with your paper cuts or something but I think they're all like on my back or my shoulder or whatever." She pushed up her sleeves to look for some that were easily accessible anyway. In truth, Layla bruised really easily so she was more likely than not to find something bruise-like on her.
It was something her mother had instilled in her when they were younger, and at the time she had thought it was kinda cool and edgy that she could "swear" by saying things like b and crap and whatnot. It had stuck, though she'd utter the odd mild curse sometimes around Layla. "Hey, they can be, you know. They sting!" It was her turn to pout now but only a little bit and not for long. Sarah watched as Layla rolled up her sleeves, leaning over to look and see if she could find any bruises. "Hmm, yeah, they're not really there. Or is that... hmm..." Tentatively Sarah reached out, touching the other girl's arm where it looked like it might be a tiny bruise. It was just a piece of wool or something, maybe from her flannel shirt or something, and it fell off as she touched it. "Oh, never mind, it's nothing." She smiled and pulled her arm back, still looking at where she'd rolled her sleeve up though. "I'll just have to take your word for it then, I guess."
Layla frowned and pursed her lips. "There are bruises. Somewhere. But I don't think you wanna go all out strip search for proof, so yeah, you're gonna have to trust me on this one. Somewhere my lily white skin is purple and green and shit. It's hot, really. Makes me totally irresistible. To weirdos with bruise fetishes or, um, something." Okay, that one had sort of gotten away from her, hadn't it? Damn. Hm... Oh, look previews ending and movie starting in time to give Layla an excuse to not talk more! Awesome. Her foot had totally been eyeing her mouth as an awesome place to go.
"I trust you." Sarah said quietly, smiling a little at the other girl. "And yeah, no need to do a strip search or anything, like, lifting up shirts and stuff which isn't as bad as taking them off but still, no need." She nodded, it was true, no need at all. Wrinkling her nose a bit at the bruise comments, Sarah shook her head. "Ew, bruises. Those aren't hot, not like your regular skin. Which isn't bruised, I mean, and is lily white and soft, not tough and bruised or purple and green and crap." The start of the movie was a blessing to her as well. "Oh hey, it's starting, shutting up now." She even turned up the sound a little just because.
By time Sarah had stopped talking Layla had one eyebrow trying to rejoin her hairline. It was the comments about her soft skin being hot, actually. She nearly asked if Sarah usually had a thing for skin. Was it like a fetish? Did she check people out and go 'oh, they've got nice skin...'? That was just weird. Lucky for them both, though the volume went up and Layla remained silent.
It really was weird, and had come out completely wrong. Layla's hands had always been warm and soft, so it was an assumption on Sarah's part that the rest of her might feel that way, as in hot in the temperature sense, but she'd totally flubbed there. She peeked over at Layla quickly, then looked back at the movie. Readjusting herself a little, Sarah settled in to watch the movie, staying quiet to avoid further embarrassing herself.
The shifting going on beside her brought Sarah incrementally closer to Layla. She wondered, not for the first time, how straight Sarah was. Some girls were really cuddly and liked to be really close to other people physically. Sarah, though, had never struck Layla as being one of those people. Rather she was much more the sort who kept her distance. Unless the lights were off and no one else was around while they were watching movies. That was how Layla had become a pillow the first time Sarah had fallen asleep during a movie, or so the blonde thought. Being someone who didn't usually get that close to people, loving her personal bubble and all, she knew it was all too easy to avoid falling asleep on someone if you didn't want to.
Reminding herself that thinking about this to death would only drive her insane, Layla shifted. She tried to inch away but when she settled again her pinkie brushed along the side of Sarah's hand and she realized that wasn't the case. The blonde could feel herself blush and thanked the lights for being off so Sarah wouldn't be able to see.
It was true, Sarah, while often friendly and easy going with just about everybody, wasn't one of those touchy feely cuddly types. It just wasn't her thing, not that she didn't like giving or receiving hugs. Layla was an exception to the rule, that much was true, no matter whether Sarah was into girls herself or not. It was an unconscious thing, the moving closer and whatnot, but on some level she was aware of it. It was hard not to be, especially waking up after having cuddled up to the other girl, after all. And she didn't mind at all; in fact, she rather liked it. A lot. Even when Layla was the one who did the sleeping on her. It was something to look forward to, these movie nights.
She glanced down at the slight touch of Layla's pinkie against her hand, smiling to herself. There may have been some blushing on her end as well but the darkness covered her own reaction too. Lights off or not, she made absolutely no effort to move her hand away.
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