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Once back inside her suite, Michaela glanced at the bedroom doors, for a brief moment considering going to mess with Juliette. It would probably be fun and hilarious, getting kicked out of the girl's room before they could really acclimate to being one another's roommates. Julie had the best little reactions and the way she scrunched her face up before going into a tantrum was probably one of the most hilarious sights in the world. At the same time, there was a large mason jar of banana pudding made the night before and while there was a barbecue about to go down outside, if the setting up she had seen in the courtyard said anything, Michaela hardly - if ever - forbid herself from having a little banana pudding. Indulging herself, she headed into the kitchen, grabbed the pack of paper bowls her mom hadn't put away for her yet along with a plastic spoon, and then opened the fridge to get the cold glass jar out. Because Michaela knew how to be good from time to time, she only gave herself a small serving, about four small spoonfuls before closing the jar and placing it back inside the fridge. She had just popped the plastic spoon into her mouth, soft crumbs of the vanilla wafers mixed with banana flavored pudding grazing her tongue, when she heard Jazmyn's call and Michaela perked up, skipping her happy little self towards her friends' voice.
"I am here for the taming," she announced the second she entered the room, not at all stopping to acknowledge the tension that might have been present. Mickey paid attention to things like that later. In the immediate, her brain had conjured up way too many (eager) ways to "tame" Charlotte, which probably said a lot about her and not necessarily positive. Grinning and taking a deep suck of the spoon to get all of the goodness off of the utensil, Mickey immediately turned to Charlotte, licking her bottom lip while purring with a very suggestive eyebrow waggle, "If you wanted mama to use a firm hand, baby girl, all you had to do was ask. I can do taming...what do you want? Floggers? Split-tips? A little hand while over my knee? I can be very accommodating...all ya gotta do is ask nicely."
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By the time Nolan had dipped out to aid in his sisters' unpacking, Emmett had started driving his family's 2012 Range Rover Evoque. It took a lot of negotiating and honestly, turning the most convincing puppy dog eyes to his mother so that she could convince his father, but he got what he wanted. Emmett was responsible for keeping gas in the vehicle, but he couldn't help but sport a pleased grin all the way to Crossroads. Typically, his father accompanied him on the ride to Crossroads, bought him some last minute grub as if they wouldn't see one another over the weekend, and then they would unpack before parting ways, what with Emmett not having a vehicle until the weekend. However, because it was his senior year - and again, there was something about blue puppy dog eyes turned to a mother already emotional because her baby boy was about to begin his final year of high school and was one step closer to leaving her forever (she's just that dramatic) - and Emmett had worked most of the summer at his Dad's shop, he was able to get the car. It wasn't some fancy or super expensive vehicle a few of his classmates were known for, but it said something that Emmett did have one. He didn't have to depend on Nolan or anyone else to give him a ride this year if they decided to eat off campus or just go somewhere once classes were done.
While he didn't have much other than a few different blankets, pillows and sheets, Emmett was pleased with what he did wind up scrounging together to get his room in order. There were no shelves like at home, but the bean bag he had managed to get on a whim fit the blanket and sheets his mother had packed and it was simple. He didn't see the need to make a dorm room something extravagant; he just wanted it to at least look attractive. Once he was done, he threw himself on the bed, running a hand over his short blonde hair. At the moment, most of it had been brushed back, but the humid summer breeze had tousled his locks just a bit. With nothing more to do than to wait for the barbecue to really start and with no way of knowing if Nolan was back yet, Emmett pulled out his phone to text his friends.
To: Nolan, Seth
Who's free?