(Originally written by android b4me)
You could not think of something to continue the conversation to save your life. You just couldn't keep your eyes off Quinn. "Sigh. I was actually enjoying that conversation, but it's clear you have something else on your mind now. Makes no difference to me.” Quinn said, falling back on to her bed. " I'm gonna take a nap", she turned to look you straight in the eyes, "DON'T wake me up, and DON'T go perving about, got it Roomie?" You gulp audibly and nod your head vigorously to get the point across. You're still sore over that little accident earlier, you'd hate her to have a reason to make your new life here difficult.
Now you just felt bad. She was just starting to open up a little, and of course you somehow managed to mess it up. By some form of word association, your attention turned to the rest of the room. There was hardly a square inch of space not covered with some article of clothing or other personal belonging. Then a thought hit you, organize the room to apologize and show good will. Your sister used to be a similar situation. Just like Quinn she wasn't lazy, just didn't mind the mess and didn't have a set system. If you could help your sister, you could surely handle this. Just don't touch any unmentionables. Easy.
For nearly 3 hours you were at it, dragging items back and forth across the room. You could honestly say you had never worked so hard in your life or that you had really outdone yourself considering how much stuff you moved around, across carpet no less. Now three boxes, ones you tilted on their sides and pulled the now folded clothes into, sat practically full, while things like magazines were stacked against the wall. Surprisingly, Quinn stayed asleep the whole time. All that was left was the closet. You shimmied through the half open door and wonder in. There are a few posters that apparently were never put up, few books, a face down red lifeguard swimsuit that had the writing, "Sanderson Beach" which had to have been from a few years ago given it's a bit on the smaller side. You noticed something poking out from under the swimsuit. It was long, thin, about as wide as you, and a deep shade of purple. You pull it out with enough force that when it comes undone, you're flung against the door. You open your eyes and go beet red. It's an amethyst thong.
"I need to get out of here!" You thought aloud, but a moment too late.
"What the hell are you doing with those, PERV?!" Quinn shouted. Uh oh. She was awake.
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