i could get used to you[paige]

[Julia Christine Winters]

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Cheerleading, a sport in which most associate girls in short skirts, and blond hair. Those skanky girls who have been in mostly everyone's pants, and well Newport's cheerleading squad was no different. They had their experienced and seasoned girls, to the less experienced but still on the slut side. A few here and there were blonds, but no one went by hair color anymore, and well it seemed like a few didn't fit in there. Julia Winters was always odd one out in cheerleading, she was skittish and she didn't really enjoy all the attention that cheerleaders got. She had football players all over her most of the time, asking for a date or her number. It was awkward, well... most girls would love these attractive men all up on them, but she never really took interest in any of them. No, she didn't really dub herself as a lesbian, or even bisexual, she just wasn't... physically or mentally attracted to them. They asked her out on dates, she had gone on one but just felt like she couldn't handle it. The guy wanted in her pants, and well ended up saying that she was too quiet for her own good. It was true, Julia hardly spoke and when she did it was probably to state a opinion or say something important.

Yes, she happened to be one of the most awkward cheerleaders, not dancing wise but just the fact that she wasn't as outgoing as the others. She had tried learning from Holly, but it just wasn't her the whole being a skank and whoring yourself out to people. So, that brought her here, Holly was gone and Dakota was one of the co-captains. The blond beast scared the crap out of her nearly every day, which in time caused her to screw up and then she was forced to run laps. She wasn't along though, one of the new girls, Svet was also a running buddy just because she openly fought with the blond. It was funny to see her backtalk, none of the other girls dared to really say anything about it. So, as of today it was the same old story, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail allowing a few strands to fall into her face. Everything was going fairly well until Dakota decided it was oh so nice to yell at all of them, causing Julia to miss a step and almost fall backwards onto the grass. Yelling sounded through the field, Julia ended up closing her light eyes and just sighing. This meant laps, just great, having to go through this again was just perfect.

Sighing, Julia allowed a whine to escape her lips, looking at the track then starting to run. The football players whistled at her, this was really nothing that new, they did this every single time. It got old, and she had learned to ignore their staring eyes as she ran around the track. It didn't take long before she got one lap over with, knowing she had about two more to go to satisfy Dakota. Then she'd have to get back to what she was doing, dancing and acting as if she knew what was going on most of the time. It seemed as if Dakota made up stuff most of the time, and all of them would just look at each other with a confused face. Cheerleading was a good thing for her though, it really kept her busy and she enjoyed dancing, as well as the fact that it kept her in shape. With all this running, as well as all the work outs, kept your blood running.

So enveloped in her thoughts, she ended up running into someone, probably a football player cause they made her stumble backwards. Falling onto her butt, she rubbed her head and ankle, shit this was not good. "I'm really sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." She said, before slowly getting up and cringing at the pain in her ankle. Crap, Dakota was going to kill her even more for this, she got hurt because she wasn't paying any attention. Shifting the strands of hair out of her face, she looked up to the face that she had ran into. Her mouth dropped, instantly her eyes were caught by the light eyes staring back at her. Her eyes didn't drift anywhere else, she just stuck with that then coughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry, are you okay? Julia Winters... that's my name... yeah..." She stumbled over her words, trying her best to look away but then she put her hand out to shake the other female's. Her ankle was killing her, this was not good, who knew a simple stumble could do something like this. She smiled it off, doing her best not to put pressure on that leg and wondering how long she could hide this injury from the others.

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[Paige Bridget Tierney]

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"Torez, no!" Paige groaned as she was ripped from her spot on the bedroom floor. All the hockey her sister did certainly developed her arm strength. Torez yanked her sister from the painting she had been working on, shoving her into the bathroom. Her eyebrow rose, wondering why Torie was being so demanding all of a sudden. Well... Paige understood that her sister felt guilty, the girl was incredibly busy for a high school sophomore. It wasn't every day that a high school student got the chance to record a CD; one of Torez's dreams. That was why Paige tried not get annoyed with the often vacant Michaels' home. Plus, her mother promised to take a few hours off from work, if not whole days just so the girl wasn't always alone. She just didn't seem to understand why Torie insisted on bringing her to watch cheerleaders.

What on Earth was Paige complaining about? These were cheerleaders. Subtract the common bitchiness found in them, well, they would be a lot more enjoyable in her mind. It had only been a year since Paige was in high school, and she didn't believe that those girls were becoming saints any time soon. So with her luck, Paige would be on the bleachers watching girls in shorts a bit too short and shirts a little too tight. Running her hands under the warm water, Paige cursed under her breath as she tried washing off the paint from her. Glancing at her reflection, she sighed after spotting a few smeared lines of paint on her face. "You know this isn't fair!" The girl shouted over the water, now attempting to scrub the paint off her forehead. "I don't drag you away from recording when I really want to hang out, now do I?" Paige reasoned, finally shutting off the water. There was a few paint spots on her jeans, but nothing overly terrible, and only took her a moment or two to unbutton her smock and toss it on the bathroom floor. Opening the bathroom, Paige spotted her waiting sister, rolling her eyes at Torez. "Happy?"

Okay, so Paige could get a little grouchy. Maybe she was too self-absorbed, well... not really. The painter had a relative good sense of where she belonged, keeping her ego in check at most times. Of course, it grew at times, usually at the appropriate times. But that was a healthy gloat, Paige figured. She could just get snippy at moments, easily aggravated, but the girl did tend to apologize. And if she didn't vocalize her apologies, it was likely for you to find a small drawing or quick painting that conveyed them amongst your belongs. The girl had a knack for expressing her thoughts and feelings through art. It was one of her favorite talents, often spending her free time just messing around with her paintbrushes and easels. No wonder the girl decided to major in art. "I still cannot believe your boyfriend... cheers," she remarked, her heading shaking as she laughed. "And for such a stuck up bitch, too," Paige pointed out, directing her comment to the blond girl in front of all the others as she shouted orders. "Just look!" She squeaked. Paige stood up and began to mock the presumable captain, laughing as she did so. Even when some attention was drawn to her, Paige didn't stop, grinning as she continued. Finally, she plopped back down, feeling a bit warm from her fake routine.

Looking about, Paige spotted where they parked before asking Torez for the keys. April in California was warmer than she had expected. Fanning herself briefly, she put the car keys in her jeans pocket while walking down the bleachers. Wearing a sweatshirt was silly of her, something she quietly muttered to herself as she made her way down to the asphalt of the track. It had been some time since Paige had last been at a high school. Her sneakers' soles gripped at the tar, reminding her of that familiar feeling high school gave her. She wasn't the most popular, especially being an art geek, but she wasn't the girl who got shoved into lockers either. Taking off her sweatshirt, Paige smiled with the cool air brushing against her warm skin. Her feet continued to move as she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes just for a moment. And just as she opened them, she felt her body colliding into another, causing her to stumble back a bit.

"What the-" Her voice faded, noticing the girl on the ground. Quietly, she watched the girl stand up, listening to her apologize rapidly. A small laugh pushed passed Paige's lips after noticing how scattered this girl was. Julia... that was a pretty name, definitely suited the girl before her. Freckles danced across the girl's cheekbones, reminding Paige of paint splatter, something she immediately took note of. "Paige Tierney," she smiled, taking hold of the extended hand and shaking it. "Is your, um," her eyes glanced down, seeing Julia's foot not fully on the ground, "ankle okay? You did seem to take most of the force." Dropping her hand to her side, Paige glanced over her shoulder, seeing Torie completely engrossed in... whatever it was the cheerleaders were doing. "You should probably sit down, it looks like it's starting to swell."

[Julia Christine Winters]

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So, this wasn't the most enjoyable place to be at a time like this, probably the perfect weather to go shopping or be at the beach. Yet, here Julia was stuck on a football field and doing some dance moves that weren't getting her anywhere in life. She wasn't even sure why she took up cheerleading in the first place, sure she could dance but with her jumpy nature... it was never a safe bet for her to be in front of a butt load of people. Though, the sport just felt natural to her, even if she wasn't outgoing, it seemed that she just fit right in with the crowd. It was really the only place she did fit in, and when you were a cheerleader, it was like instant popularity. Everyone suddenly learned your name, your dating history, if you were single or not, and just what your status was. Newport was just messed up like that, using stereotypes to their advantage in order to keep in full functioning order. Julia was probably the most quiet cheerleader there, though she had a few friends on the squad, she did her best to keep mostly to herself, that didn't make her a nerd though. Not like she stayed home every night reading a book, or studying, just a few nights others she went out and did stuff.

Though, if you took away Julia's shy nature, she'd be just like these girls, in a more innocent way. Yes, she was pretty much the only virgin on the team, while everyone spoke of sex and just how fantastic it was, she was off turning red even at the thought of it. She guessed, things like that just weren't for everyone, she couldn't picture herself being naked in front of someone without getting self-conscious. Though, that's where her sexuality came into play, something she never really took notice to until this year. Every cheerleader spoke about men, and just how great they were and how it was so much fun to be in bed with them. Julia, well... she'd rather a softer touch, someone without muscle upon muscle, truthfully that made her feel more weak then she already was. Last thing she needed was a freak out in bed with a guy, the reason she figured out that the way she looked at women was not as normal as she thought. She found girls hot, not in just the teenager way, but gorgeous, beautiful, she was the type to have mini-fantasies running through her head about running her hands on smooth skin. Yeah, that was her first hint that... she preferred women over men.

Though, she wasn't really someone who constantly thought about sex, sure she wondered what it would be like, hell she wondered most what it was like to kiss someone. Seventeen years old and she still hadn't had her first kiss, Julia was pathetic and mostly everyone on the squad knew about it. Charlize Castille even tried setting her up with people, telling her to just kiss a random person just for the experience. That wasn't what Julia wanted, she wanted her first kiss to actually mean something, to actually... be a seal of extreme like, maybe even love. She knew it was just something was a fairy tale but she didn't want her first kiss to be meaningless, memorable would work best. Sighing, she ran with her thoughts, finding this to be the best way to just think things through and maybe even clear her mind a bit. Every day, the same thing, Dakota would pester her and she'd be running laps. Today she was along though, knowing the blond freshmen wouldn't be far behind her. It was funny, the two of them had a pact it seemed, piss of Dakota and run some laps together, the reason her and Svet became close friends.

So, Julia really wasn't the most graceful of girls, actually she had been way too engrossed in thoughts when she had ran into the girl. Though, she felt lucky that she had, her mouth had been instantly agape as she stared blankly at the female for a few seconds. The girl was stunning, though she made sure to shake her hand when she was offered it. Paige, it was cute and it truthfully fit the female rather well, even if she wasn't really sure how a name fit a face... but it just did. "Pretty name for a pretty face..." Julia's eyes widened as she covered her mouth instantly, not having meant for something like that to slip past her lips. God, this was just becoming a disaster, so much for first impressions being good. Removing her hands from her mouth, it seemed like she wasn't going to be getting away with this injury at all. Paige took notice right away, which caused Julia to sigh and realize it was probably for the better. If she would of went about faking that she was okay, continued her run, she could of seriously injured herself plus... she would of never gotten to continue conversation with this... lovely girl. "I... don't think so, but it's very nice to meet you, even with this whole circumstance." Her attention went to her foot, pouting as she noticed it was really starting to swell up and fast. Telling Chyanne was going to be the tough part, but she knew if she was with Paige, then the captain couldn't really yell at her. "I need a really big favour from you, and I know we just met and all but I'm seriously going to get in so much trouble for this, and all I ask if that you pretend to care for... about twenty minutes. I know it's really something big to ask when we just met and all, but I'll do anything." Those were big words coming from a shy girl like her, even Julia herself was surprised by them. She did need this girl's help though, she wasn't sure how she was going to walk, even if she could hop, she was done making a fool of herself for a day. She had not a clue why this girl was here, she'd never seen her around school before, heck she wondered if she was going to be regretting her words later.

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[Paige Bridget Tierney]

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There certainly were more enjoyable things that Paige could be doing right now, even in a city she hardly knew. Well, she thought so. Paige had been out of high school for nearly a year and wasn't fond of stepping back into one. Especially to watch a bunch of girls parading around in shorts and tank tops. Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad. Generally speaking, cheerleading squads usually harbored some of the best looking girls in a school. It also displayed some of the cattiest, self-absorbed, and often the dumbest girls, too. And in Paige's experiences, many were wrapped up with guys. If any interest developed in one of the cheerleaders, Paige had to suppress any thought of it and trudge on. It would never happen so why bother? The crossing of cliques rarely happened when she was in high school and Paige was never the exception. So Paige resorted mocking the so-called popular when she was in high school. In fact, she still did it.

Standing in the bleachers, Paige goofed off, intimidating the sour blond leading the cheerleaders with a large grin on her face. Every so often, a boisterous laugh would come from her, face red with hysterics as Torez tried to ignore her. Part of Paige was doing this to make her sister regret dragging her along, but mostly because watching the cheerleaders practice was rather dull. The girls seemed to be apathetic as to what their blond captain commanded until her voice echoed the field. It was only then that they truly began to work as a squad. Unfortunately, one or two managed to get on the bad side of whatsherface and had to deal with doing laps. Paige found it rather ironic that the girls who demanded the attention and control of a school, couldn't even get each other to work together without struggles. Calming down her laughter, Paige excused herself, pacing her way down the metal steps and toward the parking lot. Somewhat in a daze, the college freshman hummed gently with her walk to the car, not paying attention to her surroundings. She had forgotten entirely about the punished cheerleaders jogging around the field until one bumped into her.

Ah, Julia... quickly analyzing the girl's appearance, Paige recognized her as being part of the cheerleading squad. Had she not just been watching them, Paige wouldn't have been able to pick up the subtle differences between her and the typical cheerleader. Julia was apologetic, vocally as well, which Paige envied. Her words weren't poetic and couldn't hold emotion, so that's why she left all her sincere, heartfelt speeches be expressed through her heart. But there was still something more about the sudden encounter that struck the lines of contradiction for Paige's theory. Julia seemed... bashful? The sudden, flirtatious comment coming from the cheerleader should have thrown up red flags as Julia's sparkling eyes widen while her freckled skin darkened with the crimson veil draping over her cheeks. Paige's eyebrow kinked, holding back the ounce of laughter that wished to eject itself. There was a sense of timidness coming from Julia that made Paige intrigued. A crooked grin soon formed on Paige's face as she watched Julia lower her hand from her mouth. "And that's a lovely smile you have," Paige tossed back with a wink, wanting to see the speckled canvas light up again.

Both their attention turned to the swelling ankle. Paige couldn't fathom how the girl continued to stand even with weight shifted primarily to the other foot. If it had been her, Paige would have never gotten back up. Then again, if she had been the one injured, Julia would have gotten an earful of heinous remarks. If there was one thing she learned from high school and back talking the cheerleaders, Paige could make a few people cry were there ever a need. Fortunately for Julia, Paige stood tall after the collision, barely wincing at the force of the impact. Still gripping her sweatshirt, Paige nodded at Julia's words. "It's not a bother at all. Here," she remarked, turning her body so their sides were next to each other. With Julia's wounded ankle in the middle, Paige allowed the girl to lean against her for support as she assisted her toward and empty bench. Leaning down a bit, Paige made sure to let go of Julia's side as she sat down on the bench before joining her a few feet apart. "You're definitely gonna want to ice that," Paige commented, pointing once again at the swelled ankle. Paige remembered back when she was commonly injured in the sports she played. Softball was the worst after a girl slide right into her leg once. It was the longest summer, too, having to spend near a month in a leg cast from the fractured tibula. "Once the swelling goes down, you'll be able to tell if there's any damage." Glancing a bit more, she carefully tilted the foot sideways so the outside of Julia's ankle faced up. "But it doesn't look that there is... it'll probably just be sore," she nodded, letting go of the foot gently with a small sigh. "So.. what did you say to piss off the bimbo, Ju-Julia?" Paige questioned, attempting at making small talk. Figuring there had to be a reason she was running laps until injuring herself, Paige lifted her head to look at Julia's face.

[Julia Christine Winters]

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Cheerleading wasn't the most exciting sport out there, it was more about being sexy now then anything. The times had changed over the years, it didn't matter about how clean your skills were, nor did it matter about how good a dancer that you were, it was strictly... being a slut. Well, that was a bit harsh, since there were a few girls who would never be considered sluts, but it was the way they dressed, the way they looked, they were all pretty. Picture perfect cheerleading squad, though you normally knew when a person didn't really fit in with the bunch. Julia considered herself one of those outcast types, even if the stereotype for cheerleaders was 'beautiful and popular' she couldn't follow it. She had looks, well... depending on who was looking at her, but popular was never a goal she could succeed in. She tried and tried again, but it just really wasn't for her, though her uniform got her out of a lot of things, even showing up late to classes. It was a perk, but many people tended to just ignore her, some boys just thought she was a 'secret slut' those in the closet types, having sex behind the scenes. Well, they were in for some surprises here and there, even the mention of a activity like said, her face lit up like a christmas light.

Practice had only begun about ten minutes ago, maybe it was fifteen by now, but Julia had taken notice to their one-lookers in the bleachers. She couldn't really see from where she was standing, but she figured that it was someone Jordan knew, by the way he looked back and grinned widely. The nerd only cheerleading boy was even more experienced then she was, god this was just getting sad on her part. It was like being left out of a club, and the only way she'd get into it was if she had sex with someone, had a story to tell. Jules wasn't the type to go about using someone, she wasn't even completely sure how to go about doing such a thing. She was probably pretty bad in bed too, just because everything about it confused her and scared her. She wasn't even sure how to go about starting the act, plus it wasn't like she had a pick from who she wanted, she didn't really like anyone or find anyone rather attractive. Well, that was a lie, since there had been one girl on the team not too long ago, but it was all in the past and just made Julia more cautious than ever. That was... until she slammed into the gorgeous female, her eyes wide in awe and her mind rushing with all types of things to say. No no, it wasn't like her to do such a thing, and she would enjoy taking things a bit slow, learn more about this mystery girl before she jumped on her thoughts.

So yes, Julia was certainly apart of said cheerleading team, even if she wasn't really embarrassed to say so, she still couldn't fit in with them. Most were sexually experienced for one, and two she wasn't the best on the team, though she tried her hardest. She was sorta that cheerleader that no one knew, the one that blended in with the backdrop. For some odd reason though, Paige sparked a daring nature inside of her, like she could be outgoing and make flirtatious passes at her. Though, of course she wasn't used to receiving them back, normally she was compared to someone who was far better looking. Charlize Castille, Chyanne Sawyer, the lesser version of them, she never commented to it. Oh don't get her wrong though, she had a lot of admirers still, who chased after her like nobodies business. Football players, soccer players, even a few of those basketball players made their moves on her, though her face would turn red at what they said. Most of the time they tended to trick her, making her lean close so that they could get a perfect shot down her shirt, or something worse then such. Gullible, one word to describe her, the other word was really, innocent. Oddly enough, Julia smiled at Paige's compliment, having dropped her hand to her side now and just allowed the dimples to show. The blush still remained, it wasn't every day that her smile was the first thing someone complimented on, actually she never heard that one before in her life. "Thanks, you must get a lot of compliments on your eyes, and smile, since they are stunning... I don't mean to sound corny, either." Truthfully, she was trying her best to sound like she was trying her best, but her face still lit with a blush, she'd never really been this forward before.

New person, new feelings, it was all a little strange, and it was swirling around Julia's head like a flushing toilet. Julia, well when things happened like this, she was always first to apologize, she had no back bone so to speak, she didn't get into fights and she didn't want trouble. She didn't know how to talk back to someone, she'd take all the blame and allow one to walk all over her. She'd been like that for years, and there wasn't a reason to change it just yet, or well that's what she figured anyway. If someone rose their voice to her, such as Dakota had, she'd jump, maybe even get one of those hurt looks crossing her face, kinda like a kicked puppy. Truthfully, she didn't think Paige would even bother helping her, though as of now, she found it obvious that she was no high school student. She was really caught off guard when she felt the other female's arm wrap around her waist, allowing her to slightly lift weight off the injured leg and limp with Paige's help. Her arm had carefully rested over Paige's shoulders, concentrating on the pain and not the way her fingers grazed upon the slightly tanner female's skin, or the way the hand touching her hip sent shivers down her spine. "Thanks... I can't believe how... clumsy I am, I'm really sorry that this happened." She apologized again, after being seated and now noticing that she had to lightly remove her arm from the girl's shoulders. She did it carefully, doing her best to non-creeperly let her fingers linger for a second or so longer. "I don't usually get hurt, heck I wouldn't of even known to ice this."She laughed, though couldn't help but sigh at the next question. Dakota, wasn't her biggest fan, and she pretty much figured that Chyanne wasn't either. "Well, I missed a step, and... I'm quite the bundle of nerves, so yelling makes me jump... and you can guess from there, it happens a lot, nearly every other day and that's the reason behind the muscle on my legs." She emphasized by poking her thigh, before shifting her gaze to Paige. "I'm guessing you're not from around here, and talking to a high schooler isn't your thing?" She said, though the smile never faded across her face and she didn't really realize why. She fiddled a bit with the hem of her shorts, as if to preoccupy herself for now until a answer.

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[Paige Bridget Tierney]

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"A few here and there," Paige shrugged, trying not to become just as flustered as the cheerleader. Of all her assets, Paige wasn't sure how often her eyes were complimented; at least they weren't when it came to flirting. More often than not when she was hit on, Paige was actually looking for them as a small ego boost. What girl didn't like hearing that she was attractive? Out came the tighter, revealing shirt, or the short skirt, anything that would highlight her soft curves and magnify her sex appeal. And of course, the compliments from that were always focused on her body. It was what she expected and nothing less, but sometimes it didn't always satisfy the girl. Something still felt missing. So to have someone, a random being, freely remark on her eyes, well... it wanted to send Paige overboard. Her heart fluttered briefly, but she made sure not to show it. She was older, clearly, and felt the need to act unfazed by the cheerleader's words. Normally, she could shake off a compliment like that from any random guy, but for some reason, Paige let her words resonate in her ears. Her eyes were stunning. She didn't even pay much attention to the comment on her smile, only flashed a sweet, small one before helping the injured girl over to the bench.

Paige snickered, shaking her head. Her hair moved with the motions before looking at the girl next to her. She couldn't remember a cheerleader this jittery even when she was in high school. They usually had this ego to them; a sore confidence, really. They knew what they wanted and just how to go about it, regardless of obstacles, and of course, vindictive. Sure, the blond captain seemed to fit that profile and Paige had yet to meet her. But Julia, well, as to why she was running laps, it humored the girl. She just seemed so different than the stereotypical cheerleader. "So you're saying that you let the bimbo rattle you?" Her eyebrow perked, a small grin playing with her lips. "I figured you girls would be used to have one bark orders... and I do mean bark. She's probably one of the manliest cheerleaders I've seen," she laughed before catching Jordan in her sight. "And that's including Torie's boyfriend over there. God, her face just looks like stone." Tuning down her giggles, Paige lowered her head to the ground, twisting the tip of her shoe into the ground. After picking at the dried paint on her pants, Paige then placed her attention back on the girl. "I don't think Tor has an ice pack in her car, but it seems fine for now."

It didn't take Paige long to learn more about the unique cheerleader. After the pracatice ended, her sister took the liberty of interrogating Paige while clutching Jordan's arm. And well, Paige couldn't blame her. She had spent the rest of the cheerleaders' practice on the bench with Julia conversing quite heavily as well. After the girl complimented Paige's eyes and smile, well, Paige felt obliged to stay by her. Okay, so maybe Paige's arm wasn't being twisted for her to spend the rest of the practice with Julia, in fact she did enjoy the simple conversation she had with the cheerleader. God, even that sounded weird to her. She had never imagined maintaining a decent conversation with a cheerleader in her life. Even once the uniforms came off, the harsh attitudes seldom dissipated, but Paige had enjoyed Julia's company. She was compatible and certainly easy on the eyes. It was part of the reason she complied to helping paint Julia's bedroom when Torez volunteered her. Besides, it gave Paige the opportunity to learn more about Julia. Bedrooms always give away a person's personality. What they liked or dislike, how social they are, even how sexual. And what better way to find more about the girl than to help paint her room?

So she didn't mind the proposition her own sister had put her in. It gave her the chance to figure out if Julia was seeing anyone without having to ask for herself. After the first encounter, Paige continued to attend the practices with her sister. She was just... drawn to the unique cheerleader. Certainly the freckled canvas had to be dating someone. Maybe someone as equally timid as herself, but someone nonetheless. "So, um," Paige laughed, pushing some furniture out of the way. Her paintbrushes were lined up in the corner, begging to hold the weight of colored liquid and dragged across the walls. There was something about blank walls that bored Paige. She hadn't even been in California for more than two weeks before attacking her own bedroom walls with paintings. The girl wasn't even pleased with just some color on the wall, instead she used it as a drawing board, letting any idea or inspiration be splattered across them. "What is it you wanted? I mean... have you given any thought as to colors or ideas?" She inquired, now leaning against the piece she moved from the wall. Paige could feel a bit of awkwardness seep into herself, trying not to become overwhelmed by it.