y a s m i n

“ you know, ” yasmin stared, pulling the sucker from her mouth as she spoke, “ you’d think for a vacation this place would be a bit more l i v e l y. you know, party central. i mean, it’s not like we have that many responsibilities while we’re here AND we do have to keep the show interesting... ” the girl trailed off. surveying the public area for a moment, yasmin began to look at those around her, searching for a specific SORT of person. one thing she’d always prided herself on was her ability to read people. once she found what she was looking for ( it also may have helped that they had a pack of dutches sticking out of their pocket ), she made her move. “ hey !! ” she called as she approached, “ how much is an ounce around here ?? and i’m also probably gonna need a dealer. ”  sure, it was a blunt approach, but she'd never been one to beat around the bush and she didn't plan on starting now.

yasmins pink lips curled into a smirk, “ if i haven’t heard ? ” she questioned quizzically, “ now, why would i have heard when i’ve never heard of you. ” of course, a lie, it seemed that everyone had heard of everyone in this house. all the big names, not to mention the big pictures that appeared on billboards all over the city. a small laugh left her lips as he commented on the chips, pushing them slightly harsher for a short moment. until pushing away and beginning to rummage through the bags again, emptying them all over the island. “ i’m sure you’ll hear it at some point, ” she shrugged off the next question, hair being pushed behind her shoulder.

yasmin couldn’t help but roll her eyes and let out a soft laugh. for the annoyance it gave her, she couldn’t help but to find the attitude of hers slightly entertaining. “ how about i hand you some things and you laugh while putting them in the pantry. i’ll tell you if something is going to fall, ” the girl replied, in about the same tone as the other.

be normal, he’s just a person, yasmin mentally repeated --- it seemed to become a mantra. “ jay, well pleasure to meet you. ” the girl seemed to be doing the awkward personality very well, and it shocked her because she was rarely like this, in fact, she wasn’t really like this unless she was high. yasmin couldn’t help but be shocked by the word brother for a split second, jaw dropping and eyes widening ever so slightly. hoping to play it off, “ honestly, i expected this place to be underwhelming in that sense, so i’m glad to hear that we’ve got diversity here. ”

a smile crept onto vasmin’s face, “ now, who’s to say if i’m losing i won’t just cause one ? ”

as yasmin’s gaze reached up, she wasn’t sure if calling out had been a mistake. in the moment, she wasn’t sure how to have a conversation with the person in front of her. after all, how does one slip ‘ hey, by the way, i’m your sister, ’ between asking where the paper towels and chips go ? yasmin pushed a thin smile on her face, waving back uncomfortably, “ i guess i’m in luck, i did. ” she then began to remove some things from the bags, trying to make herself busy, unsure of what to say or do. “ i’m yasmin, you’re... ” she paused, as if she had to think about the name, “ jamie, right ? ” a pause, “ was that super creepy ? like, already knowing your name ? ”

shaking her head, “ oh, no, there will still be a screaming match, no breaks from that, ” laughing slightly, “ twenty bucks says it’s before two in the afternoon too. ”

yasmin was not exactly happy with the entirely unenthusiastic and blatantly rude responce. for a split second she stared blankly, but she knew people like this. hell, she’d lived with this for years. “ well, i’m not sure what breed of dumbass you are, but typically snacks go in the cabinet and cold things go into a refrigerator, ” lowering her voice to a slow and very clear voice, while motioning to the refrigerator, “ thats the big, shiny, box on the wall over there. lucky for you, i didn’t get any frozen things so you won’t get too confused. ” yasmin tried to greet everyone with kindness, but she certainly wouldn’t lay down to people. shoving a bag of chips at his chest she mocked him, “ you’re doing great. ”

“ as long as i don’t need to put everything away by myself i don’t give a shit where it goes, ” the girl smiled sweetly, setting the bags down on the counter before extending her arm. “ yasmin, ” she introduced.

“ that’s a lot of control you like to have. it’s never hurt to just let go a little, outfits can be repeated. ” a slight pause. “ despite what the tabloids say. it’s just their excuse to be able to always use pictures. we wear the same outfit twice, someone can claim they’re using old photos and their credibility is tarnished. ” because everything else they publish is the truth, yasmin thinks to herself, in a sarcastic tone, internally rolling her eyes, 

carrying the two bags in, yasmin figured she’d gotten enough food for at least the next couple days with these scavengers. while most seemed to think the food magically appeared, someone actually had to go buy it. hearing footsteps padding by the kitchen “ no shot you want to help me put these away i take it ? ” she called after them, maybe ( and this was a long shot with some people ) it would be enough to get their help.