Five Times at Bennington Wendy was Glad to Have Lacey as Her Roommate - Part Two
The first time I saw Lacey, she was lounging naked on the lawn in front of Leigh. I thought she was asleep, until she raised her arm straight up and waved at me. "Hey, new person." She was as Fresh as me, of course, but I had no way of knowing that at the time.
I waved back. "You should put some sunscreen on, or you're going to burn."
"So you're volunteering to rub said sunscreen over my naked body. Bold, for someone I just met." She was grinning.
And here I thought I was just starting to sound like my mother. "That...might have come out wrong."
"Happens." She sat up offering her hand. "Hi! I'm Lacey."
Before I could introduce myself, however, she shouted "Watch out!"
I shied out of the way just in time to avoid being beaned in the head by a Cortland apple. There were trees all over campus, the apples proving a delicious threat to life and limb, keeping the students responsive and in shape.
Lacey gave me a thumbs-up. "Nice moves! Are you a dancer?"
"Nope. Artist of the painting kind." Mom had insisted I wear a clean shirt, so my clothes didn't give me away.
...And speak of the devil, a dark-haired head (dyed, actually greying) stuck itself out the window of what I guessed must be my dorm room and yelled, "Wendy! Donde esta tu maleta roja?"
"Is that you?" Lacey asked.
"My mom."
"Hi, Wendy's Mom!" She got up, bouncing on the lawn.
Oh shit, I thought. My mom's gonna flip. She's gonna pull me out of this school before I even have the chance to unpack and stick me somewhere braindead. She was coming down the stairs to do that now. My time was running out...
...Why was my out-of-touch-with-the-twentieth-century mom smiling at the naked chick on my lawn?
"Hello. I'm Maria Watson. Are you Lacey, by any chance?"
Lacey looked surprised. "Yeah, that's me."
"Then you must be Wendy's roommate. Tell me, do you prefer the window-side bed, or the one by the door? Just so I can start unpacking, understand."
"Door's good,"Lacey said. "This way, the sun won't wake me up all the time.
"Excellent." Mom walked back inside, whispering at me as she went. "What a nice, social girl. She must have all the boys chasing after her."
Ok, so my mom was stoned. Or blind. Or maybe she just had a wild youth of her own she'd never told me about - which I was happy to stay ignorant of, thank you. Either way, all I felt was relief. "She likes you," I said.
"She's sweet." Lacey beamed up at our window. "So. Roommate."
"Guess so."
"Cool. Want to go in? I'm starting to fry in here."
"Sunblock," I said, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
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I waved back. "You should put some sunscreen on, or you're going to burn."
"So you're volunteering to rub said sunscreen over my naked body. Bold, for someone I just met." She was grinning.
And here I thought I was just starting to sound like my mother. "That...might have come out wrong."
"Happens." She sat up offering her hand. "Hi! I'm Lacey."
Before I could introduce myself, however, she shouted "Watch out!"
I shied out of the way just in time to avoid being beaned in the head by a Cortland apple. There were trees all over campus, the apples proving a delicious threat to life and limb, keeping the students responsive and in shape.
Lacey gave me a thumbs-up. "Nice moves! Are you a dancer?"
"Nope. Artist of the painting kind." Mom had insisted I wear a clean shirt, so my clothes didn't give me away.
...And speak of the devil, a dark-haired head (dyed, actually greying) stuck itself out the window of what I guessed must be my dorm room and yelled, "Wendy! Donde esta tu maleta roja?"
"Is that you?" Lacey asked.
"My mom."
"Hi, Wendy's Mom!" She got up, bouncing on the lawn.
Oh shit, I thought. My mom's gonna flip. She's gonna pull me out of this school before I even have the chance to unpack and stick me somewhere braindead. She was coming down the stairs to do that now. My time was running out...
...Why was my out-of-touch-with-the-twentieth-century mom smiling at the naked chick on my lawn?
"Hello. I'm Maria Watson. Are you Lacey, by any chance?"
Lacey looked surprised. "Yeah, that's me."
"Then you must be Wendy's roommate. Tell me, do you prefer the window-side bed, or the one by the door? Just so I can start unpacking, understand."
"Door's good,"Lacey said. "This way, the sun won't wake me up all the time.
"Excellent." Mom walked back inside, whispering at me as she went. "What a nice, social girl. She must have all the boys chasing after her."
Ok, so my mom was stoned. Or blind. Or maybe she just had a wild youth of her own she'd never told me about - which I was happy to stay ignorant of, thank you. Either way, all I felt was relief. "She likes you," I said.
"She's sweet." Lacey beamed up at our window. "So. Roommate."
"Guess so."
"Cool. Want to go in? I'm starting to fry in here."
"Sunblock," I said, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
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