Let's Be Friends So We Can Sing Together! (bianca)

[Pixel Conner]

Pixel loved Saturday mornings, if you counted 10:45 AM as actual morning, which is when the level three finally got up. Night terrors did nothing for your sleeping habits, and neither did being pregnant. At about one AM the small blonde had snuck out of her room, wearing sleep shorts that were beyond dress go voilation and stepping into "seriously-do-you-even-care" territory and bare foot, and had raided the kitchen for anything ediable. She'd settled on a box of stale cheese-its. She'd made a mental note to sneck into the teacher lounge next time she wanted a snack, they probably had better food. Or maybe she'd test all the classroom doors to see if one was open, and if it was, raid the teachers desk, there had be something good to eat around that wasn't good for you.

Had she been at home, Pixel would have been in her pajamas, on the couch, eating fruit loops and watching cartoons. But at B.A.D. she was in the shower. The bathroom was filled with the smell of her honey-scented soap. After finishing up her shower, rinsing her hair out with cold water to make extra shiney, then stepped out into the little area out of the shower that was still part of the stall, but a curtin sperated the shower and it, andit and the rest of the bathroom. Softly, she began singing. "Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high... There's a land that I dreamed of, once in a lullaby! Oh somewhere over the rainbow... skies are blue..." She was so asorbed in the song, and how much it applied to her life right now-someone dreaming of a better life? Had Pixel written all over it-that she didn't hear the door open.

[bianca]

Bianca was very much a creature of habit, and one of her many habits was refreshing her make up often. Being as vain as she was, she had to look her best at all times, and smudged or faded makeup detracted from that. Even today, when she was just in her dorm, studying, she had to look her best. After all, one never knew when they'd have to see someone else. So, as she felt her make up starting to fade, mascara smudging a bit after she had rubbed her eye, she grabbed her make up case, and headed to the dorm bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, she blinked as she heard another girl singing, and actually singing well. Smiling as she recognized the song, she added her voice to the melody. "And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true." Moving to stand in front of the mirror, she continued singing, pulling out her make up as she did. "Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me." This was her favorite song, and she knew every word. Pausing, she began washing off the smudged mascara.

[Pixel Conner]

Pixel stopped, hearing a new voice. It was probably weird to walk into the bathroom and hear a girl singing, and yet the other girl, who had a pretty nice voice, was singing along. Pixel started singing along again. "That's where you'll fine me. Oh somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly... Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?" Dressed in dark purple and light blue layered tank tops, jean shorts that were actually past her fingertips, and one teal sock, and one black one, the young blonde stepped out of the shower, carrying her shower bag, and her sleep clothes and wet towel. Pixel stopped at the mirror, a few feet down from the girl who had been singing with her.

Pixel watched the girl do her make-up for a moment or two,thn focused on herself, pulling a purple handled brush out of her bag and brushing through her long hair. Then she threw the brush in the bag again and grabbed a tube of peach flavored lipgloss and applying it. Then she was done getting ready. Pixel liked dressing casual, and she rarely did her make-up. If people didn't think she was pretty when she dressed down then that was their problem. Plus she hadn't had a chance to check all her makeup, and make sure it was good to use when pregnant. Just her lip glosses. She worried about screwing up the whole being pregnant thing a lot. She screwed up everything else in her life just about, what made this any different. "Hi! I'm Pixel. You have a really pretty voice." She smiled at the girl, looking at her through the mirror.

[bianca]

Listening to the other girl sing, Bianca smiled. She was good. Adjusting the top of her earth toned halter neck maxi dress, she hummed along. Even now, dressed "casually", she was wearing clothes that accentuated her looks, and heels. Heels were a must for her, though. She had to admit that outside of exercising, she never wore anything but heels. Anything else, and she felt naked. On top of that, heels were just fun to wear. Today, they were gold and glittery, not the most comfortable, but they definitely looked good. And, being as vain as she was, Bianca had to admit that mattered more to her than her own comfort.

Applying lipstick, she looked at the other girl. She was pretty, though she didn't appear to wear make up. All she'd done was brushed her hair, and put on lip gloss. Bianca idly wondered if there was some reason the other girl didn't wear make up, or if she just didn't like it. Turning, she smiled at her. "I'm Bianca. You've got a good voice too. Have you taken lessons?" Of course she'd have to ask that. Bianca had taken a few years of lessons, mostly to help refine her natural talent. So she was curious. Hell, she was curious about just about everything. She liked knowing things about people. After all, that was what gave you power over them. And, if there was one thing Bianca liked, it was power.

[Pixel Conner]

She shook her head. "No, I just.. sang since I was little. I've always been kind of a happy person, so singing came naturally with that." She kept smiling. She liked being happy, it was better than crying all the time. She cried a lot. Sometimes because she was stressed or scared, or because she was so angry she could only express her anger in tears.. Then there would be times where she'd think about how awesome it was going to be to have a child and start crying. It wouldn't be easy, but awesome. An awesome child that had an awesome father. And together she and Anthony would be the best parents they could be, making up for all the crap that had happened to them as kids. Anthony.. She always thought his story was worst. To have had parents that loved him and cared about him.. then have them ripped away so suddenly and voilently.. Unfair. It's what scared Pixel about Anthony future job choice. She wanted to see her kids graduate highschool, please and thanks.

"But.. Art is my thing. I can sing and dance until I pass out.. but I love art.." She smiled atthe memory of her and Anthony meeting in American Lit. She doodled on her notebook instead of paying attention, then he watched her.. Then they skippedclass together and the rest of history.. "Art got me my fiance.. Unoffical because he's going to re-ask me, but still." She smiledmore, looking at the girl. "I bet you too lessons though, with a voice like that."

[bianca]

Blinking, Bianca stared at the other girl. "Never? No lessons? That's amazing." The thought baffled her. Pure talent alone wouldn't make up for lack of lessons, right? But it seemed to with this girl. Pixel, she reminded herself. That wasn't exactly a normal name, but she thought that she liked it. It wasn't easily forgettable, at least. She was pretty, too, and wasn't wearing make up. Bianca almost wished she could do that. Not that she couldn't look good without make up. She could, if she wanted to. But she hated not having make up to wear. It was like not moisturizing, or not wearing heels. It was unnatural. At least to her. Pixel seemed completely comfortable without it. That was a completely foreign concept to Bianca. Growing up, she'd been taught that appearances could be everything. You always had to look your best. Especially when you were a De Rossi. It wasn't just expected; it was necessary. She'd grown up under the watchful eye of reporters wanting to get that big story that would be their lucky break, or hired thugs that served as protection if she was ever without a guardian. Even police had watched her from time to time. Eyes had always been on her, and so she had to look her best for them.

A smile came over her face as she listened to the other girl speak. "I can understand that. Music happens to be my thing. I've never met a boy because of it, but... I can only imagine how much you must love it. And him." She seemed very happy, at least to Bianca. "I did take lessons, though. Dancing lessons since I was seven years old, and singing lessons since I was eleven. I stopped them when I was fifteen, because there wasn't much more they could teach me, and I had other things I'd rather do. But when I started singing at my grandfather's club, one of the older singers coached me. I've been told that the lessons just refined my natural talent, though I'm not sure I'd be as good as you without them." Was that a compliment? And a sincere one at that? Well, being nice would make becoming friends easier.