#mountotara

Mackenzie

What I like about them: She's my sister. She's one of the only people I DO like. Completely. She never gives up.

What I dislike about them: She. Has. So. Much. Energy.

Favourite moment: All of them

Least favourite moment: Any time she refuses to hear my arguments for Oscar Wilde

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A situation with this character that I want to see explored more: Just more sister things. All the sister things. Maybe them going out shopping together or something like that.

An interesting AU for this character: Camp Counselor AU

There had been a light pink glow on Imogen's cheeks since early that morning, but as she approached Tara's door, she was positively red before anything happened.  She'd tried to play coy with Tara the day before in school, but it was evasion more than anything.  Despite the present master that she thought she was, she had been racking her brain trying to think of something appropriate.  Her first girlfriend ever, who was also her best friend, on their first Valentine's Day.

Late Friday evening, Imogen had been struck with an idea, and had stayed up until well past her bedtime hunching over glue, craft scissors, and an air pump.  She now stood outside Tara's door, a bouquet of fifteen balloons in holiday-appropriate colors floating behind her.  They were tied to a washer taped to the back of a homemade valentine, with a felt tip pen message written inside.

Dear Tara, I don't know if you being my girlfriend means that you are already my valentine, but I still hope you will be mine even if it doesn't.  You make me so happy and you deserve everything you want.  Happy Valentine's Day! Love, Imogen

She knocked on the door with bouncing feet.

Imogen started to nibble on her fingers as she let her phone drop back onto her bed.  She was slightly disappointed in herself for giving up her "random act of kindness from a complete stranger" act so easily.  But more importantly, she was freaking out about Tara coming over.  Which was strange in itself, because Tara was her best friend.  And it's not like she worried about her walking into a wreck of a room because Imogen was actually a very tidy person.  She kept all of her dirty clothes in her hamper and all of her homework was neatly stacked and divided into decoupaged magazine holders on her desk.

She was freaking out over the fact that Tara said she was going to come over to kiss her.  Now, had she meant one of her playful on-the-cheek kisses?  Or...something else?  Imogen pulled the nearest pillow over her head and scrunched her nose up in frustration.  This is probably what people in movies meant when they talked about getting "mixed signals" from someone.  Then there was a knock at the door and Imogen immediately dropped the pillow back onto the bed, smoothing her hair.  "It's not locked."

Oh, gosh… You guys l-like the weird questions…