#cheerledtm

who: stacy and bonnie ( @cheerledtm ) where: the gym, hatchetfield high

Practices don’t usually run late — Brenda runs a very tight ship, and Stacy is always there to support her in whatever she needs. However, the new routine they came up with seemed to be a little too complicated for some of the girls to pick up. So, an extra hour in the gym later, and Stacy was dead tired. Her legs feel like jelly as she sits on the end of the bleachers, slowly packing her bag back up.

When Bonnie sits next to her, just a few feet away, Stacy takes the chance to slide down. She offers a smile when she settles again, knees slowly bending to ease her aching muscles. “Sorry if things seemed like a lot today,” she offers, voice soft. “We don’t usually go this hard right after a break, but I think Brenda and I were just so excited about this new routine, and…” Her shoulders sag with a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

closed: @cheerledtm where: fokker residence

Norman stands outside of Bonnie's room, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tries not to make them clammier than they already. He's nervous, but not because he has to talk to his twin sister... he was fine talking to Bonnie. No, this was about the topic at hand: Mary. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt, tell Mary he loved her and he wanted to make sure they had the privacy of the moment to do so. He'd invited Mary over to hang out tonight and knew she'd be here within the hour, but he also had expected Bonnie to be home. He knew their mom was working a late shift, but he hadn't checked his sister's schedule. The nerves came from that, but also the necessary feeling of having to kick his sister out for the evening. He hoped and felt she'd be okay with it, but asking felt odd. Especially when he could hear the Sabrina blasting from her room and knowing she was probably in her element doing something. He hated interrupting.

Still-- he knocks with a light rap of his knuckles then waits for the day to pull open. It takes a moment but then his sister is standing in front of him, "Hey, Bon," he starts, small grin on his face, "I was, uh, wondering i-if you had a moment to talk? I just--" his voice cracks and he winces, pauses, then tries again, "I have a favor to ask of you."