Straight Laced

Behind the closed door of her bedroom, Jenna sat in her makeup chair, looking annoyed at the incessant straightness of her hovering roommate. "Jenna, if you don't hold still, your eyeliner is going to look like a seismograph," Trisha warned, holding Jenna's chin while waving a mascara wand like a conductor's baton. "I am not a trucker, you mess." Jenna groused, her neck craning to stay close to what was now Trisha's brush. "If it were up to you, I'd show up dressed like I was ready to chop down a tree." Trisha gasped, clutching her chest as if wounded. "Excuse you. This is sporty chic. I may not be a lesbian, but I know everything there is to know about being a sporty girl." Trisha thought about the accusation for a second and then added, "And if you ever actually want to do the lumberjack thing, I got you covered for that, too." "I'm a lesbian, Trish. I own my own flannel." groused Jenna as she swatted...

 "Good morning!" said Trisha as she bounded through the kitchen door. Jenna waved a spatula while guarding a frying pan full of eggs and sausage. "Ooo. Sausage. I was told those weren't allowed in these parts of the county." Jenna smiled in that way you do when the DMV lady tells you to have a nice day. "Cute. If I don't get at least a pound of sausage inside of me per week, I get irritable." explained Jenna. "I hear that." "Don't tell Candy." "Eh, she lives here. She probably knows." "I lie. She lies. As long as the new girl doesn't ruin it, our arrangement holds." "Well, let me start off by saying: Happy birthday." said Trisha, proud that she had found out Jenna's birthday on her own and then remembered. Mostly. Except for the gift part. "Shhhhh!" hissed Jenna. "Are you insane?!? No one can know about that. Where did you hear something so filthy?" "From Candy....