fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

"I'm Natalie Adams, I'm sixteen, and I'm from Montreal, Quebec," Natalie told no one in particular with a faint smile as she was fixing herself some breakfast. The humble surroundings of a dorm kitchen would be fantastic for a bit that would be shown intercut with her audition on the show! "But I'm going to school all the way here in Maryland because I've been obsessed with American Idol since forever, and I want to audition, because it's just my biggest dream ever."

She shrugged, pouring herself some orange juice.

"I mean sure, I'm technically Canadian, but I'm totally American at heart."

Oh look, it was another day Natalie would rather not be talking about later.

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Rilla Blythe, fifteen year old teen mother and already making a mark on the baby pageant circuit for having some claws behind her polite Canadian veneer, waddled into the common room with Jims.

Because she was pregnant again, you see.

Rilla had Issues.

"Please tell me there's something to eat here."

"Of course!" Natalie replied, politely. Because, you know, cameras for her humble backstory. Except not.

She gestured magnanimously at the box of cereal and carton of juice and various other breakfasty things on the counter. "I can share some of mine. Help yourself."

"Thank you," she said, setting Jims down on the floor with a sharp warning, "Don't you get dirty, now! I'm not getting you dressed again before the competition."

Jims was wearing a massively beglittered sailor suit, complete with shoes and hat.

And makeup. Because all infants should wear makeup.

"What a cute child," Natalie said, only a little forced. She was determined to be America's foreign sweetheart. Commenting dryly on tha atrocity that was putting makeup on a toddler did not seem to be the way to go about that. "Is he yours?"

"Yes," Rilla said as a single tear glistened down her cheek. "He's all that I have left of his father."

Who'd totally ditched her, and not, you know, died.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Natalie said, with largely genuine sympathy.

Which she then ruined by turning to address a non-existent camera in a hushed tone. "This is not the most prestigious of schools, as you can see. But that just means I'm all the more committed to becoming the next Idol."

"I can make it all by myself," Rilla said stoutly. "Jims, stop doing that to yourself!"

Jim was trying to eat a pillow.

"Are you sure you have the support you need?"

Her kid was trying to eat a pillow, after all.

"Is he hungry?"

"Probably," Rilla said, unconcerned. "He's always hungry, you know? It's such a pain."

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Rebecca had some sympathy for Rilla. Because they had made a pregnancy pact, you see.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, one hand over her stomach as she waddled over to the freezer to get some ice cream. And put bacon in it.

"I can't see my toes!" Rilla wailed.

"Me neither," Rebecca complained. "And my shoes are really cute today! And I can't find my boyfriend!"

Life was hard.

"Oh, are you guys back together again?" Rilla asked. "It's so hard to keep track..."

"We've been back together since week fifteen, hello," Rebecca grumbled. "We've been fine this whole trimester!"

GOD, RILLA.

"Oh, then the rumors must not be true."

There hadn't been any rumors. Rilla just liked to make things more Interesting.

"What rumors?!"

"Oh, you know. About him and whatshername," Rilla said.

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This common room was seeing a lot of pregnancies today! Like Rebecca's.

"Oh my god, where the [bleep] is he?" she bitched, flopping down on the couch. "God. Men, you know?"

"Not really," Natalie admitted, even as she thought this made for some excellent background footage for her. She didn't have a tragic story of her own, okay? "Who exactly do you mean?"

"My boyfriend," Rebecca whined, kicking her feet up on the table. "Like, how are we supposed to raise this baby together if he's not around, you know?"

"I don't know, must be tough. But we have a lot of cases like that at this school." Natalie, stop pandering to the audience. "I think it's the neighbourhood."

It was an island. There were no neighbourhoods to speak of.

"Hey!" Rebecca said, holding up a hand. "I am from a respectable family. Okay? Just because Daddy's ashamed of me does NOT mean I'm from a bad neighborhood."

"Well, we do have pretty many teen pregnancies here..." Well, two, as far as she knew. But Rilla was already on her second one! "It's not a perfect neighbourhood, is it?"

Work with her here, Rebecca!

No," Rebecca agreed. "But only because I can't find my boyfriend!"

And now she was weeping. Oops.

Sigh. Natalie... did a very feeble attempt at reaching out to pat her on the shoulder.

"There, there," she murmured, but loud enough for the sound guys to catch, "it's gonna be fine."