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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:04 am
She'd always liked Imogen Farrago, something that had probably spawned from the fact that the other girl also seemed to genuinely like her. It'd been a bit of a new experience, to fall so easily and fluidly into friendship when she'd always been fighting tooth and nail for it before (it had been suggested that said zealousness was what made people so wary of befriending her, but no-one had ever bothered to say so to Aggie herself and so she went on her merry way, metaphorically headbutting people into some semblance of closeness).
But it'd been a good experience and Aggie reckoned that Imo was probably her best friend, in the school or otherwise - even if it was doubtful that the other girl felt the same way about their friendship.
It was sort of sad if you thought about it too long, so she really preferred not to. It was just generally easier that way.
But back to the point. Aggie liked Imogen Farrago, which was why she was rather glad when she saw the other girl walking in her general direction.
"Imo! Hey!" The maroon-haired girl beamed, discreetly tucking away the thin map-book of Clinton - a small city in South Carolina - that she'd recently acquired (it was duly disguised by a badly drawn crayon attempt at replicating a cover for Vogue. With stick figures). "I haven't seen you in ages!"
Well, more or less.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:37 am
Dagmar Thorsen had been the third girl at Barren Pines that Imogen had ever had a crush on. It was embarrassing but true, that for two weeks back in her first year it had been her that Imo been thinking of as she doodled hearts when bored in class. It had been her hardworking and generous nature that had caught Imo’s eye. The way the older girl sat and sometimes poured over maps, hair falling about her…and the adorable way she tried to hide it…oh yeah, Imo had had it bad for her at one point. There had been a particularly memorable incident when Imo had actually walked into a doorframe because she’d been too busy looking at Dagmar.
But like most of Imogen’s crushes, it had ended in time. She didn’t even think Dagmar Thorsen had ever had any idea that she’d been the third girl at Barren Pines that Imogen had ever had a crush on. However the crush ended it hadn’t ended in the usual fashion. There had been no crying and spending time in her dorm room, sadly re-watching Hellzapoppin over and over while spoiling herself with pizza and popcorn. Instead she’d ended up with a good friend.
Unlike some, the younger girl could actually say Dagmar’s full name correctly but chose to call her Aggie out of affection and that’s what she called out happily now. Imo's closest friends unless they hated it got regular hugs.
“Aggie! Sweetie, it has been far too long. I’ve been looking for you since I dumped my stuff in my dorm room. Where’s yours this year?” Imo bubbled with excitement to see her friend.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:09 pm
Aggie enthusiastically returned the hug: "Floor two! Imo, they made me floor assistant." How on earth her voice managed to be equal parts misery and pride, but it did.
"And the girl next door hates me, I'm sure of it!" Now it was just misery. "But you're on floor two this year too, right? Aren't you?" She dimly remembered seeing a master list of rooms somewhere and taking note of Imo's, but maybe she'd gotten it confused with something she'd daydreamed. It had happened before.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 5:11 pm
"Floor assistant? I don't know if I should congratulate you or offer my commiserations." Imogen almost chuckled but then Dagmar added her comment about the girl next door so she pursed her lips in sympathy. She wondered who the girl next to her was, she'd only remembered looking for the rooms of a couple of people she knew besides her own.
"Mmm, her loss then, Aggie, if she doesn't. I'd happily switch with her but no way admin would let me. I'm in number 46, opposite end of the floor from you. "
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:50 pm
"Well, that's not so bad. At least it's on the same floor, right?" Aggie turned her puppy eyes on her companion. "We can have sleepovers and, um, stuff. Maybe. I mean, only if you want to, because you totally don't have to if you don't want to if you really, really don't, but it could be sort of fun. If you want to."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:06 am
"Of course we can have sleepovers!" She nodded enthusiastically. "I'll get some snacks and things, it'll be fun."
Imogen could never understand why Aggie always seemed like she expected Imo to run away at the first chance she got. So often there was that get out clause. If you don't want to you really, really don't. Poor Aggie was stuck with Imo now because Imo didn't see any reason to avoid someone so nice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 5:43 am
"And we can raid the soda machine down in the cafeteria for drinks!" Aggie perked right up at the thought, already planning the fun they'd have. She'd never had a friend quite like Imo and was fully determined that their sleepover would be the most fun ever, come hell or high water.
After a few seconds of painful thought, she leaned in towards her friend; "It's been broken for forever but the custodian doesn't know how to fix it, so he just complains about it all the time instead of doing something."
And Aggie was, as one of her dorm-mates had exclaimed, a 'wet noodle' who obediently stood by and nodded in all the right places whenever the custodian went off on one of his rants, often concerning said soda machine; as it was, this meant that she knew just how to give the thing a kick and get them some drinks for free. Not that she'd ever done it before, but for Imogen she'd risk breaking the school rules! And possibly the law as well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 3:17 pm
"Really? I hadn't noticed." She'd probably just breezed on by and not noticed. She usually preferred to get her caffeine kick from coffee rather than cola and sugar rushes didn't really didn't compare. That and Imogen was always breezing through life in one way or another, whether it was moving on to a new crush or going from one emotion to another.
"So, when shall we have our first sleepover? We could make it a tradition or something. Like one night a week or every two or something. If you want?" Imogen babbled excitedly. "I have so much stuff to tell you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:38 am
"Oh! That'd be lovely. Once a week is fine with me, too." She blushed, embarrassed and fidgeting slightly, as though Imo would retract her offer any second now. She probably wouldn't - she was the one out of all the people in Barren Pines that Aggie was most likely to trust, after all - but you never really knew and sometimes it helped to be prepared for the worst from the beginning. You didn't get so disappointed, that way.
"Did something happen?" Knowing Imogen, it could be anything from a new crush to something big.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:51 am
"I'll tell you about it later, we'll trade stories." She said enthusiastically. So many stories, from the girl at the local pool who'd caught her eye to how one of her friends she danced with had broken some his toes last week during a really great lindy. They'd get some soda and some snacks and crash in the dorm room and -
"Are you okay?" Imo's smile faded a little, concerned, noting that Aggie seemed a bit fidgety.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:53 am
Aggie was more concerned for the 'trade stories'-part - unless Imo wanted to hear about what new books she'd managed to find in the library or how she'd finally figured out what made the Port of Singapore such an important port as far as shipping by sea went.
Yeah, that wasn't likely.
"I'm fine, don't worry. M-must've eaten something bad the other day, I guess." She laughed nervously and absently scratched her arm, hoping the other girl would leave it at that.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 2:03 pm
"Hope you feel better soon, before classes get going and everything." She said sympathetically, buying the other girls excuse completely. She was rubbish at cooking or she'd have offered to make some of her mother's soup - that had always been good for her when she'd felt ill and was simple enough not to upset stomachs...maybe Fallon could whip some up? Imogen stopped her mind taking a tangent - it didn't do to zone out on people.
"I like your magazine." Imo said, gesturing to the fake Vogue cover. Maybe there was something witty she could say about thin models and stick figures, errrm...
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:21 am
"I'm sure I will, or I'll j-just go to the nurse's office and ask her." The maroon-haired girl smiled at Imo, glad that something went right for once and the other girl bought the excuse. She did feel slightly guilty for lying to her friend, but really, it was better than the alternative. Wasn't it?
"Oh, um, thanks." Aggie determinedly suppressed a blush, figuring that Imo wouldn't something like that to make fun of her. It just wasn't her friend's way of doing things, even if rather large parts of her were screaming 'danger, danger! Bully!' in reflex. "I.. made it myself?"
Obviously, but hopefully Imo would catch onto the frail attempt at humour.
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