The things I do for my bestie [RP] - Forum

Notoriously wrote:
Daphne turned up the heat for the shower, trying to relax her soar muscles as much as she could before Donnie would barge into the room and demand the shower. They got into the same damn argument every night, but she knew for a fact that he wasn't mature enough to just let her take her time. She rubbed her shoulders and sighed in relief before washing off the remaining conditioner in her hair and shutting off the water. Sliding out of the shower, she dried herself off, brushed her hair, and dressed in a casual, summer black dress. She had learned the hard way that she would have to get dressed in the bathroom from now on; as long as the two of them were sharing a room together, that is. For Donnie had a pair of keys, rightfully so. Her only problem was he couldn't grasp the concept of knocking before entering. And let's just say he's seen a handful because of this.

Jace pulled the hat off of his head and threw it into the air as he glided on his skateboard. Across the railing of a staircase leading down to the beach. He was scaring the vactioners, he knew, but hey, he was actually one of them! All because his darling brother Eric had promised he would get pair him up with a nice chick if he agreed to go with him. Sam's best friend, Eric told him. You've meet Sam multiple times, seen how great and perfect she is. Why would her best friend be anything less? And he had bought into that crap, knowing that his brother's girlfriend was as close to feminine perfection as one could get. Surely it would have to rub off on her best friend, right? Or perhaps he would be lucky at it was actually Sam's best friend's femininity and sex appeal that was rubbing off on her. But he was wrong. Oh so wrong.

kitten wrote:
Carter sat on the bed of her hotel room, legs crossed, bowl in hand. Finally getting some alone time, away from Jace. It was like she was babysitting a child. He acted extremely rude, immature, and to be honest treated her like shit. How would it feel to have someone sit there and compare you to your best friend? And not in the good way either. She finished up the noodles she was munching on and set the bowl in the sink, turning to the bathroom to talk a bath. Her bones ached from tossing and turning all night. That's another thing about Jace, he snored. All. Damn. Night. She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and running the hot bath water. Pouring in some bubbles, she started to strip of her close and get in, one leg at a time.

Donnie walked along the boardwalk, hands in his pockets. The brightness of the sun had dimmed as he watched it go down beneath the waves. The fact that he couldn't stay in his hotel room for so long because there was so much fighting going on was ridiculous. For the most part, Donnie was an extremely gentle soul and quite polite, but there was something about this girl that irked him until no end. Her attitude, the way she spoke, he absolutely hated it. He began walking up the stairs from the sand, dusting his shoes off and heading towards the hotel. Approaching it, he began fiddling in his pockets for his keys and entered the building, hitting the button for the elevator.