Sometimes You Just Need A Friend To Lean On / One-on-One RP (Closed for now)

Tiffany gasped. "wHY??!" She play-pouted. "Fine. Monet it is."

"Yay!" Camie squealed. "I'm glad that we agree!"

Tiffany covered her mouth to hide her snicker.

Camie flopped down next to Tiffany after drawing vigorous circles around Monet on the whiteboard. She gave her BFF a huge grin.

Tiffany smiled brightly at Camie. "Okay, so where do we start?"

"Well, do you want to do it digitally? Or on posterboard?" Camie asked.

(Btw, I'll prolly have to go soon.)

(Me too)

"You choose."

"No, you," Camie smiled, picking at her nail.

"…….Fine. I think digitally would be more organized."

(I'm sorry if I don't seem that into the rp today, last night was rough)

"Okay," Camie said, pulling out her laptop. She sighed and leaned against the wall.

(Are you okay?)

(Yeah, my grandma's just been going through some health issues and last night we had to talk Sly out of suicide.)

Tiffany pulled herself closer to Camie. "Okay. So…..where should we start?"

(Oh. Oof, I gtg. Bbl, sorry!)

(Okay)

(I'm back!)

"We're supposed to research the life of the artist and some of their work," Camie said, consulting the rubric. "So, start from there. I'm glad I'm taking Graphic Design."

(Hi! I gtg soon though……lol)

Tiffany nodded. "Okay." She opened her computer to begin researching.

"So, how's life?" Camie asked, busily gathering images for a title slide, assuming that they were doing a PowerPoint.

"Pretty good, pretty good." Tiffany said hesitantly as she typed as fast as her fingers let her.

Camie stopped and looked at her friend. "Really?"

"Yeah, what, do you think otherwise?"

"No, you just hesitated. That's all," Camie said, quickly looking back to her screen.

"I did?" Oops. Tiffany fell silent as she continued her research.

"Is everything okay?" Camie asked, looking back at Tiffany as her computer downloaded several pictures.

"Uh……yeah. I'm fine….." Tiffany said, trying to avoid the question.

"Okay…" Camie looked back to her computer, somewhat hurt that Tiffany wouldn't tell her what was going on.

Tiffany sighed. "I'm sorry. I just really don't want to talk about it." She fell silent for a moment. "My parents are getting divorced."

"Tiff…" Camie bit her lip. She felt awful for forcing her friend into saying that.

Tiffany shrugged it off, though tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Sorry for making you say that. I was just worried." Camie shut her laptop.

Tiffany took a deep breath as she put her computer aside too. "I understand. It's fine."

"Okay. Do you need anything?"