Room 421, Late Saturday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Of course Claire slept in. Claire always slept in on Saturday mornings, unless she had detention, and the school here seemed much more lax about handing it out than Shermer High ever had. Which was good, because sometimes a girl just had to blow off third period in favor of checking out the latest shoes at Ralph Lauren.

She ignored the message from her mom on the machine. Ugh. Her parents should hurry up and get a divorce already; it would save everyone a lot of trouble. Maybe she could go live with her brother. Maybe she could just stay here.

Well. Not in this room. This school didn't seem as big on social stratification as Shermer -- one of its faults, in her opinion -- but she was still popular, thank God.

(open to the roomie or anyone who wants to pop by. Rinoa is spending the weekend as Claire Standish from the most excellent Breakfast Club, because one princess deserves another.)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall was unhappy. VERY unhappy. Apparently, the island had decided to change all his stuff this weekend into something... uglier.

His leather jacket, for example. It was ALL wrong.

So, he grumpily headed to Rinoa's room and pounded on the door. Having friends meant you got to make them feel miserable when you were feeling miserable, right? Or something like that.

[angelo_wings]

Claire pulled open the door and stared at the broody guy on the other side of it. She seriously liked hated broody criminal types. Honest. Besides, she was pre-canon.

"Yes?" she said, raising her eyebrows at the guy. "Did you want something?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

This wasn't Rinoa, and it wasn't Lindsay. What the hell?

"Who are you?" he demanded.

[angelo_wings]

"I'm Claire," she said, dryly. "I live here, despite what Miss Punk over there seems to think. If some trashy girl gave you this room number, then I'll spell it out for you: she doesn't want to see you. Sorry."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Where is Rinoa?!?!" Squall demanded.

(Something is HEINOUSLY wrong, here.)

[angelo_wings]

"Look," Claire said flatly. "I've never even heard that name. I'm Claire. Miss Punk over there is Lindsay. My last roommate was Lynn. I don't know who you are, but you're kind of creeping me out. Go. Away."

She was going to try shutting the door, now.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"This is Rinoa's room," Squall insisted, sticking his foot in the door to stop it from closing. "She's Lindsay's roommate. I've never seen you before. I don't know what the island is doing, but I don't like it!"

[angelo_wings]

"Sorry, basket case," Claire said, changing her mind at the last minute and yanking the door open instead. "This is my room. You want to bitch at Miss Punk over there, you go right ahead. I'm going into town. And if you touch anything of mine, I'm going to get my dad to sue you. You got that?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid of your father." And definitely not afraid of lawsuits. "Whatever."

And to PROVE to her how much contempt he had for her, he said "Sham-on!" in a breathy voice and grabbed his crotch at her.

(What the hell?)

[angelo_wings]

"Nice moves," Claire said, rolling her eyes. "Michael Jackson was so two years ago. Good luck stalking the girl with the ugly name."

Because she had shopping to do, kthxbai.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Eat my shorts socks!"