chillbecca:

The Sidnator? I.. have no comment. Just don’t sneak up on us while you’re here.

I make no promises, Becca.

thejaywest:

That is never going to happen. Go home.

Sorry Jay. That can’t happen now. I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the trip.

thejaywest:

I don’t think any words can accurately describe the disgusted expression on my face.

You’ll learn to love me, Jay. One day. I know it.

thejaywest:

I think you should just accidentally fall down the mountain instead.

So you could catch me in your arms? Now, Jay, I know we have chemistry but I don’t think Becca will approve of this relationship.

chillbecca:

You can’t just sneak into people’s cars and why would you even know these things? What’s wrong with you?

I was invited, wasn’t I? There’s no party without the Sidnator around. And my mind if just full of magical facts and ideas. 

chillbecca:

Sidney, how did you.. Just.. How?

Oh, Becca. Your pretty face didn’t see me sitting in the back, did you? Did you know if you put felt on the bottom of your sneakers they don’t make as much noise as the ones without?

Maybe Jay could teach me a few tricks.

chillbecca:

“I’m pretty sure having a locker covered in chewed food has been violating about 9 health code violations” Becca said offhandedly. She certainly didn’t dislike Sidney like most of the student body did, but she did think the girl was strange to say the least. Actually, that was pretty much fact. Becca just didn’t feel as strongly as everyone else did and most definitely wasn’t as vocal about it like her own boyfriend was. Feeling Sidney moving closer to her, Becca finally looked up from her script and glanced over at her. Her brow furrowed as she touched her hair. This was nothing new, everyone touched her hair. She subtly moved her head away from her fingers. She arched a brow, not at all surprised that she would know a random fact like that. “Um.. Well that’s certainly interesting. Thanks for that?” she replied awkwardly not sure what to do with that information. “I use a good quality shampoo and conditioner.” Honestly that was only the beginning of Becca’s hair routine.

 ”It’s only violating codes if a teacher says something about it.” Sidney replied with straight face. Sidney has had her locker since she first got accepted to Hollywood Arts for behind-the-scenes production. When it was the end of the school year, the faculty didn’t bother to tell her to remove her items. Possibly because they didn’t want to touch the artwork that had been plastered on the locker. They notice, sure; but she thinks that they’re too afraid to say anything. She nodded when Becca began telling her about her hair routine. “Quality shampoo and conditioner. You don’t say.” Sidney began running her fingers through her own locks and shaking it as if she were in a commercial endorsing hair products. “Doctors say that curly hair gets less tangled than straight hair,” she informs raising her eyebrows. She looks down and sees what Becca had been focusing on. “Whatcha got there? A script I see?” She moves her face closer to get a better look at the white pages.