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[center][i] [color=slateblue]Interacting with [/color]Beatrice Endive (a bit) and Millie Jean Nicholson [/i][/center]

Georgie hummed all the way back home, her soaked clothes dripping onto the dry pavement and earning her a couple of weird looks.  It didn't matter though because she'd had a fun time with someone she thought would never surprise her.  She flicked back her wet locks and strode up the gate of her house, ringing it in her special pattern so whoever was inside could open the gates to her house for her.  Sure enough the automatic doors opened with a creak and she slipped quickly inside, waving a hand to the windows so that they could know her thanks.  God, she couldn't stop beaming. As she walked in the doors she made sure to take off her soaked shoes by the doorway so mother wouldn't yell at her for tracking water into the house. No one was home.  She knew that from how no one called out for her, or for the echoing almost threatening silence.  She was alone, again.  As Georgie made her way up to her room she let her mind wander back to earlier that day, distracting herself from the emptiness of the house.  Max's frequent grins, the feel of the water as she rushed past her skin, the warmness of the deck under her fingers and the warm light that had drifted onto the two of them.  A secret blush spread onto her cheeks and she let loose a small, quiet giggle, shaking her head at herself when she thought she had gone too far in her thoughts.  Reaching the landing she turned and surveyed the space. What was she to do now? Georgie simply could not just sit still and wait out the day.  Suddenly, her phone beeped as if it knew the answer.  She fished it out of her still damp shorts pocket and wiped some of the water off of the screen before she looked at it.

[quote][b][i][color=#E0633C] BEATRICE E: Want to come over?  Watch stupid movies and shit? [/color][/i][/b][/quote]
Bea! Just the thing she needed.  Georgie smiled, anything to get her out of this tauntingly lonely house would be great.  She quickly texted back:

[quote][b][i][color=slateblue] GEORGIA F: Hells yeah! I'll be right on over xX [/color][/i][/b][/quote]
Now she just needed to take a shower and run on out. Georgie hopped into the cold shower and quickly scrubbed lingering scents of the lake water off of her, running over to pick out an outfit when she was done. She swept a red off the shoulder top off of the hanger and struggled into a pair of ripped up jean shorts from her never ending supply of them.  She blow dried her hair and groaned as it took too long before she left it slightly damp and messy.  Georgie debated on whether to bring her camera or not but stopped and left it on her dressing room table.  She was going to have fun for once and not worry about camera angles or lighting.  It was, after all, only a small night out right? Georgie tried to convince herself.  After all the persuading was done she shoved on a pair of clunky sunglasses and walked out into the L.A sunshine. She unhitched her pastel purple vespa from where it was perched against the wall of her house and clambered on.  She'd begged her parents to buy her a motorcycle when it had come time for her to drive but they had shook their heads firmly no.  Georgia was their only daughter and they did not like it all if she was to kick off on a motorcycle, pursuing a stupid adventure off in the crazy world.  She'd managed to wear them down though but she'd have to make a compromise and ride the vespa.  Georgie had felt let down before but she had shrugged it off.  At least she got to ride on something.  Now she loved it.  She loved the way the air blew past her hair and how unbridled she was to her surroundings.  She truly felt free on it.  

As she rode along Georgie kept an eye out on the people walking back and forth on the sidewalk.  You never knew if you'd run into a fellow classmate or anything and have to stop by and say hi.  Her helmet strapped scratched uncomfortably on her chin but she powered on.  Maybe she could stop and adjust it later?  Or now.  Now would be a good idea.  Georgie steered her scooter off to the side and parked, hopping out so she could adjust her helmet.

[i]Meow[/i]

What the hell was that? Georgie whipped around quickly before she met eyes with that of a cat attached to a leash. She wrinkled her eyebrows slightly before looking up and seeing Millie. 
[color=slateblue]"Oh, Millie.  Hi!"[/color] She waved and smiled.  She'd not really seen Millie around school that much but she knew the girl and it would be rude not to say hello.