“I’ll never understand why you don’t like them.” She pondered, before letting out a daydreamer’s sigh. “They’re so fascinating. They’ve all got computers just tucked away in their carry bags, and oh, the skirts are so cute, now, Mitch.” She knew he likely didn’t care much about the advances of fashion, but the small blonde had spent most of her high school days doodling dress designs in tablets instead of paying attention, despite the fact that her heart belonged to her major; dance. “You can’t tell me there aren’t a few you haven’t found interesting. You’ve gotta make some new friends, Mitch!” She wasn’t one to actually talk to the new students, but that didn’t stop her from dreaming. “There’s gotta be at least one.”
“It’s not that I don’t like them,” Mitch grumbled a little. “They just make me anxious. They’re alright.” He scoffed a little as she talked about the clothing, shrugging a little. “I guess they are. Yeah, I’ve made a friend. She’s nice enough, seems kinda like the type who should have a lot more friends than she does, but who am I to judge?”
“You know what I meant,” She chimed, shifting on the bed so that she was laying on her back, gazing up at the ceiling above them. “I know it’s BAD, but I’ve been thinking about nabbing a few things from the laundry room by the dorms. Girls leave their clothes unattended down there all the time, and most of them look my size, or even a little roomy.” She admitted sheepishly. Bradley wasn’t the type to cause mischief, and stealing wasn’t something she would be proud of. But, the dead could only do so much. And, she didn’t have very many things that helped her fit in with the others on campus. She still wore her old skirts, and the floral tops she had sported in college, years ago. She needed something new. “I’m glad you’re making friends.” She admitted softly. “This place is so much different now. I think we all could use a friend that helps with understanding the changes.” She pointed out. “Wait - SHE?” She grinned, clearly teasing the boy. “Tell me everything.”
