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After getting back from her sixth portal connection (through the Oregon Trail, and sweet niblets was she never doing that again), Miley was, well... Miley was stomping around the room and dumping her stuff everywhere.

And... sort of muttering to herself.

"Can't go to college," she grumbled. "Just because I was selling out stadiums and meeting the Queen of England instead of holding a spit bucket for the girls' wrestling team! Stupid Standford."

And with that, she flopped onto the bed to mope.

She was just a bundle of sunshine today, wasn't she? Visit with peril.

[[door and post open, yes! though any references to hannah montana are nfb and juliet's thread will be chronlogically last, plz.]]

Date: 2012-03-29 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Juliet leaned in the doorway. "Hey," she said. "I was going to go on an ice cream run, want to come with?"

She was trailing off as she spoke, though. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see Miley was not doing so well.

"... and are you okay?"

Date: 2012-03-29 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley moaned something unintelligible into her pillow. Because she was articulate like that. Then she surfaced, and in a fit of maturity, shoved the pillow to the side and sat up.

Well. That was an improvement, at any rate.

"Did you know," she said, getting up off the bed in something of a huff, "colleges can reject you just for not being in clubs?"

Date: 2012-03-29 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What? No way," Juliet said. "My sister went to Columbia and she basically doesn't go to clubs that don't have a VIP section."

She paused to consider that. "Not that I think she's wrong..."

Date: 2012-03-29 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I know!" Miley said, throwing up her hands in frustration. "It should be, like, about grades and pie-eating tournament awards and stuff! Not clubs that I obviously couldn't do when I was busy with --" she lowered her voice -- "you know what."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh." Juliet sat on the bed, crossed her legs. "So, tell them about that and they'll let you in in, like, three seconds. You're a super-multitasker."
Edited Date: 2012-03-30 12:37 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-03-30 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"But I can't," Miley whined complained, flopping back down next to Juliet.

Miley, this was really a terrible way to endear yourself to a new friend. Just FYI.

"Then I'd spill the secret and I'd never have a normal life."
Edited Date: 2012-03-30 12:41 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-03-30 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, Juliet still didn't get why Miley wanted that. Famous people were weird.

"And somebody in the admissions office would totally leak even if you said to keep it secret," she guessed, trying to put herself in Miley's place. "So .... I dunno, maybe just explain you travel with her a lot? Like you're her companion or whatever. Not in the girlfriend way."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very, very weird, it was true.

Miley paused.

"Girl who might be onto something say what?"

Date: 2012-03-30 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Juliet took a moment to savor being the one with the good idea. It was rare for her.

"Well," she began, "You'd tell the truth. About stuff she does, and places you went, and .... everything. And how you really didn't have time to join a bunch of clubs. But you just leave out how she's actually you."

Brilliant plan, no?

"It's not like you'd actually be lying. Much."

Date: 2012-03-30 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley sprung up. "You're right!" she exclaimed. "That's genius!"

Yes, yes it was.

"You," she declared, pointing at Juliet, "are brilliant. Rain check on the ice cream, okay?"

And then she raced out of the room like... well, like a hyperactive Disney girl.

Date: 2012-03-30 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Miley, wait --"

She was gone before Juliet could properly squee over it. Juliet sighed, picked herself up, and left the room.

"It's okay," she told the air. "I'll make Jerms get ice cream with me."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
With his classes for the week out of the way and no other responsibilities until he had to sit in the lobby all day tomorrow, Dave knocked on Miley's door frame. "Hey, Miley."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley moaned against her pillow. Not at all in a good way. Gross.

"Hi," she said finaly, surfacing. But only for a second. Then she was right back to the pillow thing.

Date: 2012-03-30 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I see you're nice and cheery today," Dave noted. "Is everything okay?"

Date: 2012-03-30 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Standford hates me," Miley grumbled, looking up again. "Like. A lot."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dave bit back a comment about how maybe it was the fact that she pronounced it with a 'd.' That would be less helpful than usual.

"Well, they're just a college. What do they know?" Dave said, because that was helpful. "What happened?"

Date: 2012-03-30 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"They rejected me," Miley sniffed, sitting up finally and puppy-eyesing him from across the room in the hopes that he'd come sit with her. "And the admissions lady didn't even give me a cookie when I went to talk to her, either."

Yeah. Seriously.

Date: 2012-03-30 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dave walked over and took a seat on the bed so he could pat Miley's back reassuringly. "They tend not to keep baked goods ready in admissions office from what I understand."

"But I wouldn't worry about it. There are other schools out there."

Date: 2012-03-30 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"None that I applied to!" Miley complained. "And she had cookies. They were right there. I just didn't get one."

No, seriously, she had the hardest life in the whole world.

Date: 2012-03-30 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You didn't have any backup schools?" Dave asked. "Well, I'm sure you could just forgo school for a year or something."

Date: 2012-03-30 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"But I was gonna go with Lilly!" Miley wailed. Possibly into his shoulder. Poor, poor Dave.
Edited Date: 2012-03-30 01:25 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-03-30 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Well, you'll just have to convince her to wait a year, too," Dave joked as he did his boyfriendly duty and sacrificed his poor shoulder. "I know it can't feel great, but it's not the end of the world."

Date: 2012-03-30 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Don't even joke about that, Dave. She was just spoiled enough to try it.

"But it iiiiis," she whined. "How can I just not go to college? Like, what am I supposed to do, do some -- big-budget Hollywood movie for a year?"

Well. Probably.

Date: 2012-03-30 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That would be a start. Maybe tour," Dave said. "And I hear picking up a crippling drug addiction and spending time in a rehab clinic can keep you from getting bored. It's not something I'd recommend, but hey, in a pinch...."

Date: 2012-03-30 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley whimpered and dove back for his shoulder. Because she was five. "It's not funny," she whined. It was pretty funny. "This is my whole life we're talking about!"

Date: 2012-03-30 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"It's part of your life. There's a lot more to it beyond college next year," Dave said.

He had better believe that considering what would happen to his SAT scores due to Stargate Defender in a couple years.

Date: 2012-03-30 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Tell that to my dad," Miley grumbled. "And Lilly. And my future."

Date: 2012-03-30 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I could give the first two a shot if you gave me their phone numbers," Dave said. "But you're going to have to wait for the last one."

It was possible that his smartassness wasn't helping.

Date: 2012-03-30 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dave, your smartassness wasn't helping.

Did that clear that up?

"Daaaave," Miley whined, flopping back down. "'s not funny."

Date: 2012-03-30 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Sorry. I'll stop trying to cheer you up with humor," Dave promised.

But it was pretty funny.

Date: 2012-03-30 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley sighed and begrudgingly sat up again. "No, it's fine," she sighed. "It's just that I really wanted to go there, you know? And now I'll probably end up going to... Malibu Community..." Her eyes went huge. "With Jackson..."


Date: 2012-03-30 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm sure it's easy to avoid him on a campus that big," Dave said, having no clue what size the campus was.

Date: 2012-03-30 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sorry, Dave, did you say something? Miley was too busy being horrified.

"This is the worst thing that's ever happened," she said, with certainty. "The worst. Thing. Ever to happen. Ever."

Date: 2012-03-30 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"At least you still have your friends," Dave said. "And me."

Date: 2012-03-30 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Miley paused.

"Yeah, you're right," she admitted, softening and moving to lay her head on his shoulder. Offering him some puppy eyes, because she was cruel, she suggested, "Make me an omelette?"

Miley, you lazy asshole.


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