- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Modern fantasy, Romance, Sci-fi, Hurt/Comfort, Horror, Magical
Isabel chuckled softly at her best friend still trying to ward off waking as long as possible and surreptitiously slid some ibuprofen into her backpack before opening her dresser to find an outift.
Mondays weren't for effort. So she picked out some plain jeans and 'this is not a pipe' tee.
"Heh. I wish," she huffed and rubbed at her eyes, though she was definitely awake at this point. She just didn't want to face the guys whose dates she'd ruined."Can we just skip Monday and stay in bed all day?" She asked shambling towards the bathroom.
Mondays weren't for effort. So she picked out some plain jeans and 'this is not a pipe' tee.
Izzie rolled her eyes, but took the hairbrush as she met her eyes. For half a second, she froze in place as an infintesimal shiver traveled down her spine. Strange, she thought. She'd never felt that way around Liz before. However intimidating people found her sometimes, Isabel was always immune. Whatever, she dismissed it anyway and began brushing her long hair from the bottom up, absentmindedly admiring how her light locks shined betwen the teeth of her purple hairbrush. "Sleep okay?""You're gonna have to brush my hair as punishment for tearing me from my peaceful slumber." Elizabeth offered the hairbrush to Izzie. "Please." Then proceeded to make her best puppy eyes facial expression she could muster. Which was really more terrifying then cute.