Snowball's chance (Twyla/Closed)

Suddenly, there was an arm around her waist and a head resting on her shoulder. "Um, hi?" Twyla was not expecting this, popping of her personal space bubble she was not prepared for. It was a strange experience--usually she liked her personal space. It wasn't terribly unbearable, the half hug, but it was slightly awkward and the young mutant really didn't know how to react. Pretending like nothing was up seemed like a good plan, although she hoped that Maya hadn't noticed her initial stiffness. She filled the other girl's cup and placed the almost empty kettle back on the stove top.

"Cold hands, warm heart." She singsonged the saying her grandmothers (on both sides) used to say to her when she complained about how cold their hands were. It was one of those things that she just said, without thinking about it and her accent flowed through the words and made them strange somehow and not her own. Maybe it was because she hadn't heard the words in a while? Or maybe it was because they really belonged to the women who had always said them while she was growing up?

After another moment in the half hug that was still half awkward Twyla wiggled herself free and turned around to face the other girl. "Speaking of clothes,I think you're right, I do need to get changed." She moved towards the door and then turned back. "Maybe we can hang out later or something?" Without waiting for a reply she waved, smiled and then traipsed out of the room, through the hall, up the stairs and into the safety of her room.

As she changed, Twyla listened to the radio on her alarm clock. When she pulled a pair of sweatpants a familiar song played through the tiny speakers. 'I kissed a girl and I liked it...' The blond laughed until she fell on her bed and started crying. I kissed a girl and I liked it.