This Is What Makes Us Girls (Maddison)

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson couldn’t remember the last time she had had a sleepover, and to say she was excited was an understatement. After emailing Maddison, she had first been overwhelmed with nervousness - what if she got lost on her way there? What if she knocked on the wrong door? What if Maddison found her lame? - but the brunette pushed anything by the means of negativity from her mind, put on a peppy music playlist, and got herself packing.

How much was too much? Emerson didn’t know. She kept the outfit on she had gotten herself into earlier that night and threw her hair up into a messy excuse of a bun as she filtered through what to wear for pajamas and what she’d change into the following day. Emerson briefly recalled the fact that Maddison was involved with fashion, and she felt a bit pressured to make sure her outfits didn’t have a too thrown-together look. Once her selections were carefully made, they were folded neatly and packed into a shoulder bag. Emerson dropped one of the cute stuffed animals she had picked up at a local shop in the bag because she always slept with at least one stuffed animal. Always.

When Emerson was packed and ready to go, she pulled her hair out of the bun and ran her fingers through it in hopes that it would result in something presentable. She took the piece of paper she had scrawled out Maddison’s address on and was out the door and onto the street within a minute. It wasn’t too dark out. People were still out walking, but Emerson hated feeling their gazes on her, and her pace was quick. She only looked up to find the right street signs and cross the streets. Couldn’t be getting hit by a car, that girl.

And, finally, she was there, standing at the door, adjusting her bag, and trying to find the will to knock. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal, really. Emerson just wanted everything to go right. She wanted to be Maddison’s friend, and she wanted Maddison to like her. Letting out a small breath, Emerson raised her hand and delicately rapped her knuckles against the door.

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Maddison had been excited to receive an email from Emerson. She didn't have very many girl friends, so it was exciting to be able to make one. She was even more excited to have a sleep over. She hadn't had one in years. When she first started modeling, the team had a big get to know you sleep over. That had been fun. She didn't really count Robin sleeping in her room that one night as a sleep over. She hadn't anywhere else to put him to not be fried by the sun.

Maddison had spent the better part of the early evening by cleaning her home and then re-arranging her furniture so that she could have two mattresses set up in the living room, already decked out with blankets and pillows. She had the television set up and ready to play any movie they wanted. The blonde also had all kinds of chocolates and things lining the coffee table. She was able to eat again...in small doses. But what was a sleep over without junk food?

She also had all of her nail polish out and ready to go if they wanted to paint her nails. The last thing that had to happen before Emerson arrived was that she had to kick Robin out for the night. She explained what was happening and with some protests the blonde finally got him to leave. No boys allowed she said. Her set of pajamas was picked and the blonde was ready for the woman to arrive.

No sooner than she had sat down, there came a tiny knock on the door. She might have missed it if not for her advanced healing. Maddison grinned and flounced over to the door, swinging it open. "Hey! It's so nice to meet you. Come on in!" She greeted, gesturing the woman in.

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[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson’s arm had only just flopped down by her side when the door was swung open. It took her by a bit of surprise and gave her little time to think up an excuse to back out of the sleepover altogether. (Not that she didn’t want to be there, because she did. She was just so unbelievably nervous). Maddison was on the opposite side of the door, standing many inches taller, with pretty blonde hair and tan skin and a sweet smile. Her outfit was so cute too, and Emerson was going to have to borrow the top from the woman some time. Before she could even comprehend her thoughts, a mumbled you’re so gorgeous was out of her mouth and into the open air. And, yes, the brunette did have a particular interest in women, and she couldn’t deny that Maddison was stunning, but she was pretty sure that the blonde didn’t share that interest. Not that it mattered, anyways. She just wanted the two of them to be friends.

“S’nice to meet you too,” Emerson replied, offering the best smile she could muster while she internally blushed like mad. She could really mess everything up, couldn’t she? “Should I call you Maddison? Or Maddi? Or is there some other name you like?” she asked quietly as she stepped inside, glancing around her new surroundings. Jade eyes fell onto the living room setup and she lit up. Especially when she saw all the sweets. She wasn’t sure how much food she could keep down yet, but that, of course, wouldn’t stop her. “Awe. It’s so cute in here.”

Before venturing further, Emerson toed out of her shoes and left them at the door. She didn’t know Maddison’s rules regarding shoes on floors, but she figured it would be polite just not to wear them. Her feet were covered with frilly little socks, and she wiggled her toes. Emerson absolutely loved socks, and would wear them even in the heat of the summer. After her shoes were off, her bag was slid off her shoulder and brought to rest beside them. She straightened, smoothed out her skirt, and glanced around.

“So… What’s first?”

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Maddison refused to believe summer was over. She didn't care that Pumpkin Spice Lattes were everywhere and there was so much mention of fall. She loved fall, but she loved summer more. She loved the cute summer outfits and that's why tonight, she had picked the jeans and the top. It wasn't like they were going outside anyways, so she could wear whatever she wanted right?

The blonde, in all her advanced hearing, had caught the woman's words. A small smile graced her lips. It was nice to hear that she was pretty. To be honest, she didn't hear it as much as one would think. With everything going on with Robin, she wasn't sure were they stood. Maddison wasn't exactly the batting for the other team type, but she was open about things too. Anyways, that didn't matter. She was here to make a friend. Her life was already complicated enough.

She closed the door behind the brunette and offered another smile before sliding into the living room. "You can call me Maddison, Madd, Madds, or Maddi. I don't care which. Or any other version of that. It's totally up to you! What do you like to be called? Em? Emerson? Emi?" The blonde rose a brow and then eyed the woman's socks, another smile gracing her lips. They were cute and frilly. She liked them.

Maddison took a seat on the couch, patting the couch after in an invitation to come sit. "Well. I figure we could put in a movie and veg out with all of this food. Or we can veg with the food and talk? I also have nail polish if we wanted to paint our nails. I'm up for anything!" She sat cross legged on the couch and waited to hear with the woman would like to do.

"What sounds good to you?"

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson adored the fall time. As soon as the first of September had rolled around, she was decked in her usual autumn apparel. (Today was only a bit of an exception because she still had a few summer outfits she hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet). She’d managed to get ahold of as many pumpkin muffins as she could, and going trick or treating come October was definitely on her to do list. However, the event would most likely go undone. Unless someone decided to join her. Then it was a possibility.

The brunette hummed softly. “Madds. That’s adorable.” Every Maddison she had ever known went by Maddi, so the variation was nice. Emerson just shrugged in response to the other women’s questions. “Pru’s got everyone calling me Em, which is fine,” she admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called anything other than Emerson, but… I like Emi.” Maddison’s attention on her socks caused her to duck down in embarrassment. She dressed and acted as she liked, trying to stay true to herself rather than conforming to the standards of society, but it did cause some unwanted attention in the end.

Emerson shuffled over to the couch at the invitation and sat as close to Maddison as she seemed fit, tucking her legs under herself. She tilted her head to one side as she thought of what to do. She’d like to talk - or, rather, have Maddison do most of the talking while she added in what little to the conversation that she could - so a movie was a bit out of the question for the time being. On the other hand, eating was something she was always down for, and when she caught sight of a particularly sparkly nail polish, she was sold on the idea.

“Could we paint our nails first?” The girl reached for the nail polish - it was clear with little flecks of silver. “And talk? And eat.” She let out a small giggle as she turned the polish container over in her hands. “And play some music?”

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"Than Emi it is." She smiled softly and then nodded. Yes that is what she would call her. Maddison rested back against the couch, eyeing all of the food and then the nail polish. She picked up a dark blueish one. Blue was one of her favorite colors. So the blonde nodded and then got up.

"I'll grab plates for us and everything. Would you like anything to drink?"

The blonde headed into the kitchen, grabbed plates and then their drinks for them. When she was done she headed back into the living room and sat back down next to the brunette. "Here ya go. I think painting our nails, eating bad food and listening to music sounds great."

She pulled out her phone, resisting the urge to send Robin a quick text. Tonight she wouldn't focus on Robin, but having fun with a new friend. That's what she needed to do. Things had been crazy stressful lately, and this would help her relax.

She grinned and pulled up her Pandora app.

"So what kind of music do you like?"

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]



Emi. She liked how it sounded, how Maddison - Madds - made it sound. It was a short and sweet nickname, which fit the girl quite perfectly if she did say so herself.

Plates? Emerson avoided plates if she could. She was big on finger foods, single servings that came in a bag. Junk food and plates just didn’t seem to mix for her, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that not using plates made her seem like a bit of a slob. “Um…” Emerson racked her brain for a drink people would typically have. She was a total sucker for chocolate milk, but how many people - how many grown people - actually stocked chocolate milk in their fridges? “Just a water, please.”

When Maddison was gone and the coast was clear, Emerson took the time to run her hands over her face and heave a sigh. She just needed to chill out. She was a true people pleaser, and sometimes it got to the best of her. But it would all work out. It always did.

Maddison returned shortly after, and Emerson was quick to recompose herself, reaching for the glass of water with a smile. “Thank you." She took a small sip and put the cup to rest on the coffee table. A quick sweep over the area showed there were no coasters, so she assumed it would be alright.

Maddison was pulling out her phone at Emerson’s request. “I kind of listen to a bit of everything, really. Cutesy love songs, upbeat things to dance to… Y’know. Lately I’ve been listening to alternative music, but whatever you like is fine.” In fact, Emerson would rather hear music Maddison enjoyed. The brunette believed a person’s music taste could say a lot about them, and she always liked learning about people, about things. She reached over to the coffee table to grab a piece of chocolate and popped it in her mouth before she unscrewed the nail polish and carefully started on her thumb nail. She wasn't quite sure how to initiate a conversation, so she left Maddison to spark one up, or to not. At least they'd have the music to fill the silence.



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Maddison fiddled around with her Pandora app before setting up a Taylor Swift playlist. At least it was pop and girly. It suited the night she thought. The blonde took a sip from her drink after she sat her phone down, the music playing lowly but not low enough that they couldn't hear it and not high enough that they couldn't have a conversation. She picked up the blue polish and rolled it between her palms.

She had been told that was the best way to get the nail polish to be smooth. It seemed to work for her most of the time.

Maddison opened the bottle and started to work on her nails. Starting with her left hand first. It was often the easiest one to paint since she was right hand dominant. The blonde started with her thumb and went from one nail to the next. She was going to have to paint her toes too, but she'd pick a different color for that. It was quiet between them for a while.

When she realized that Emi wasn't going to strike up a conversation, she decided she would have to. She wasn't exactly sure what to talk about. She could ask about the siring, how the woman found the city, or a myriad of many other things. When she was finished with her left hand, she paused and stroke up the conversation.

"So, tell me about yourself."

That seemed to be a broad enough topic that the other woman could tell her anything that she wanted.

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Taylor Swift. Emerson easily recognized the song playing and hummed along to the lyrics. She had a good voice, as she had been told, but that didn't mean she went out belting every note she could. Singing was something she saved for the shower.

The brunette finished painting the nails of her left hand rather quickly. It was a task she was more than familiar with, and in her opinion, glitter nail polish was easier to work with, because it didn't have to be super neat. (It would be a hassle to remove, though). Unlike Maddison, she wouldn't be later moving on to paint her toes. Emerson never wore open-toed shoes, and she was rarely ever barefoot. Painting her toes wasn't something she saw necessary to do for herself.

After sitting in a bit of silence, Maddison thankfully took the hint and started a conversation. Unfortunately, it was a conversation that would require a lot of talking on Emerson's end. She blew on her nails, not only in attempt to quicken the drying process, but to delay her response. What to say, what to say? Maybe she could just start with the basics.

"Well, m'nothing special. I'll be nineteen in a few months, I'm totally single, and I spend most of my time in cafes and thrift stores and parks. I love puppies." That seemed like a good enough answer.

"What about you, Madds?" She looked up momentarily before starting to paint the nails on her right hand.

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Maddison finished her right hand while, Emerson was talking. She hadn't told Maddison much about herself, that was for sure. The blonde grinned and set down the blue polish. She blew on her nails and then picked up a dark grey color. She loved dark colors, mostly.

Maddison brought up her knees and started in on her toes. "Well. I was a model..." She didn't really want to get into why she wasn't anymore. That'd mean she'd have to bring up Robin and that was a subject she did not want to broach right now. That was a topic for another day. " However, I am twenty-seven. I like fashion and I spend a lot of time doodling clothes. I'm hoping to work on owning my own store here."

She shrugged some.

"I like the color blue. Dancing, drinking. All the normal stuff, I suppose. Oh I'm single-ish?"

Maddison laughed some and finished off her toes, closing up the polish and then setting it back in the box with the blue. Here she sat so that her feet would dry, along with her toes. "What else about you huh? How'd you find the city?"