Hm, I think I should use that term more. I’m honored to say I know her, she’s like Christina Aguilera… Except she doesn’t compare herself to other great singers.
Yeah, she’s - she’s great. Who’s your roomie?
Just a bit. Best sex music in the world. Along with the Weeknd.
I love the Weeknd. I dunno about the sex music but sure, let’s go with that.
Beatrice flipped through her clothes in her suitcase, trying to find a suitable outfit for the beach. She decided she’d probably want to wear her swimsuit underneath her clothes in case she wanted to go swimming later. Plus it was quite hot out and she was going to the beach and all. But somehow her bathing suit had gotten buried in clothes when she packed making it near impossible to find. After a few minutes of rummaging and shuffling through her suitcase Bea thankfully had found it. She quickly changed into it and put a tank top and shorts over top. Bea glanced over to her clock, she had about five minutes until she had to meet Barbara to go to the beach. It gave her just enough time to walk down to her sister’s room. Ever since she met Barb on her first day in Maui, they seemed to get along, which Bea was thankful for. Of course the idea of having a twin was a bit weird at first but she’d began to get used to it. She might as well be happy that she actually had a sibling and enjoy it. Beatrice hoped they’d be able to become a little closer as sisters eventually. Bea walked out of her room and down the hallway, eventually finding Barbara’s room. She knocked on the door and Barb opened it. “Hey, Barbie ready to go?” She laughed, using the nickname Barbara seemed to dislike, kindly smiling at her twin.
Barbara’s purple iPod was on full blast by the time Tris reached her room. The nineteen year old conveniently couldn’t hear the girl’s light knocking as Birdy resounded through the hotel. She was hurriedly packing everything that was needed for the beach into a small bag. Sunglasses, cream, towels, and a magazine just in case Tris wanted to tan. Although she didn’t really expect her twin to want that, seeing as she wasn’t as into the looks department. Barbara preferred to think that she put in a bit more effort when it came to appearance, the modelling business having etched the words ‘always look your best’ into the girl’s brain. Finally the song ended and the tapping on her door became more noticeable. Blue eyes glanced up from where they were fixed on the bag, making sure everything was there. Barbara refused to forget anything, especially to the beach. The nineteen year old would not get sunburn.
“Coming!” She called out quickly, her flower patterned flip flops squeaking as she padded towards the door. The brunette was swiftly opening the entrance, spotting Tris as soon as her twin came into sight. ”Hi, Tris.” Barbara greeted, a slight frown on her face from the awful nickname. Who would ever enjoy being called Barbie? She chose to ignore that part and instead welcomed the girl with a grin, stepping back into the hotel room. “Let me grab my bag and we can leave, yeah?” She instructed, rushing back into the room and grabbing the tan bag. A minute later Barbara was standing with Tris in the hallway, shutting her door. “Okay, let’s go.” And with that, she began walking towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.
Like a loner or something? Demi? She’s very nice.
Yeah, something like that. Mhm, I know. Plus she’s like, an amazing singer and person. I’m literally shocked that I now can say I know Demi Lovato.
What’s hermits? By the way, who’s your roommate, not to be nosey or anything.
Oh, a hermit is someone who’s very enclosed and doesn’t like - get out much? They keep to themselves basically. My roommate? Well, I don’t know how I got so lucky but mine’s the Demi Lovato.
Well, there aren’t a lot of people around. Just a few.
There’s quite a few people in the house, they’re just being hermits currently. I wanna meet them all soon so I actually know who I’m living with.
Nothing really, all I did was sleep. You?
Going to the beach with Tris, I think. And probably hanging around the house and trying to meet everyone. I think I’ve met almost everybody.
Thanks.
What are you up to today?
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
In love with Frank Ocean, are we?
Sup?
Lookin’ good, homie.
