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Michaela had barely considered pausing to glimpse whom her roommates for the year were to be. She and her mother, Diamond, had woken up early to complete last minute errands - errands that included dropping off orders of banana pudding (and Mickey may or may not have stolen one of the larger mason jars from the house to put into her suite's fridge, but that was neither here nor there), cakes, cherry pies, and a few other desserts neighbors and friends had ordered from Diamond Delicacies online. As easily as people presumed that Michaela had spent her entire summer doing nothing but getting into trouble, she obviously was doing something other than all of that. And she damn sure was going to if Diamond had anything to say about it. So, when the two of them arrived by one in the afternoon at around the same time that a lot of other classmates had (not that Mickey wanted to be on time; she would have rather had them take their time getting their nails done and such), Michaela didn't actually give one too many fucks about who her roommates were. She just wanted to get into the suite so that the two of them could get off their feet. They had still gotten their nails done and Mickey appreciated the final product, but still. Being at Crossroads earlier when she could have prolonged Karen's foot massage during her pedicure would've been so much nicer. She didn't know if any of her roommates had been present, but Mickey surely made it her mission to get one of the rooms farthest from the door.
"I mean it, no sneaking off campus for parties this year, Michaela," her mother stated from outside of the suite while Michaela finished up the final product for her room. She had gotten the idea from a DIY she had spotted on Tumblr and since she had some extra cash from DJing over the summer, Mickey decided to splurge just a little bit. "Whatever you say," she responded dully with an exaggerated eye roll, haphazardly tossing the rest of the pillows on her bed before sliding back into her flip flops. She took only a moment to spritz her newly twisted hair with the moisturizing spray she made last night and then headed out the door, closing it behind her. When she made it outside of the bedroom, Diamond fixed her with "I-brought-you-into-this-world" nonsense stare that had Michaela lulling her head back dramatically before straightening up as the woman walked over to her. "I mean it, Arielle," Diamond decided to remind her and Michaela groaned, stomping her feet just a little at the first sign of another lecture. It wasn't like Mickey really was going to listen. They knew this. She could pretend to...for like, a day. And then they both knew she was going to jump at the first sign of something fun to do. The discussion was completely redundant and only served to add to the slowly growing grey hairs on her mother's head, but that was obviously none of Mickey's business. She was pretty sure she'd actually get the taste slapped out of her mouth if she pointed out what her mother was hiding under the burgundy highlights in her dark hair.
"I said, okay, Ma," she reiterated only for Diamond to give her the "who-the-hell-you-talking-to-with-that-tone" face. Honestly, she had all of her mom's faces down to a T, which probably spoke to how many times she had gotten each and every one, but Mickey didn't really feel guilty for them. Obviously, she was her child. She was supposed to drive her mother just a touch insane; that's what kids do. Granted, Diamond probably thought otherwise, but she also didn't have to listen to the inner workings of Michaela Vaughn's mind. She just had to, you know, fix the shit Michaela's mind and Michaela's foolishness got her in to. And Mickey herself wouldn't call anything she did foolish. It was just...you know, what she knew her mom would be saying if she knew half of the things Michaela wanted to do. "Mmmmhmmm...you okay yo ass out this door and walk me to the car. Don't make me have to send your father." Beaming brightly at the thought, Michaela wrapped an arm around Diamond's shoulders - they were the same height now, so no more of that towering over her in intimidation shit Diamond seemed to enjoy, ha! - and led her to the front door, not bothering to get Diamond to help her unload the kitchen supplies family friends had gifted her with over the years. As much as Mickey appreciated her scholarship providing a meal plan, she couldn't live anywhere where she couldn't cook, let alone, bake. Besides, saying that she was going to send Michaela's father didn't mean a thing - not when the most the two of them ever did was go out for ice cream and laugh over some of the shenanigans Michaela got into. She had to get her meddling ways from one parent, after all. "Yes, ma'am." When she closed the suite door behind her, Michaela glanced at the names before smirking, pulling out her phone to first text Jazmyn and Charlotte, and then Nat.
To: Lottie, Baby Mama
Looks like its just me n Jazz dis year. Lottie's just gonna have 2 sneak over 4 sleepovers :3 Where y'all at?
To: Nat
Roomie, wont u come mi waaaaaaayyyyyy lol