With Lizzy being infuriatingly vague about her and Doll's plan, and knowing any threats to beat it out of her would be empty, Uzi left the infirmary to go home. It wasn't until she stopped to open the door to her unit that she realized Lizzy had followed her.
Why Uzi didn't tell her off right there and slam the door in her face, or ON her face, she didn't know. Well, she did, but Lucifer would make a snowman before she admitted it. So Lizzy followed her into her humble abode and thus began the most awkward silence in the history of dronekind.
A dozen times one of them would open their mouth to speak, then immediately close it. A hundred times they would catch each other staring and quickly avert their eyes.
Lizzy immediately regretted her decision to follow her once-and-(hopefully)future friend home. She had hoped that maybe a more private setting would make Uzi more receptive to opening up. In reality, the infirmary was basically neutral territory, but now she was on Uzi's turf and she felt like a trespasser.
Uzi immediately regretted not telling Lizzy to get lost. She had hoped that having some privacy would help her collect her thoughts. In reality, the idea of being alone with her thoughts had completely lost its appeal, but she didn't know how to say that, nor did she want to.
So there they were on opposite ends of the couch, trapped by insecurity they had no idea how to deal with and unable/unwilling to answer each other's silent questions.
Why are you here?
Why haven't you kicked me out?
They might have gone on like that for hours if not for a sudden and, in Uzi's opinion, unreasonably loud ringtone from Lizzy's phone. Both girls jumped at the noise, with the blonde quickly grabbing the device.
Uzi raised a curious eyebrow when Lizzy grinned at whatever she saw on the screen. The second eyebrow joined it when the girl's hands started shaking, to the point that she fumbled her phone a couple times.
"Lizzy?" Doll called out almost frantically as soon as Lizzy accepted her video call. "Are you alright?"
"That's my line," Lizzy replied with an uneasy smile, "I'm not the one missing half my top."
"Even with the condition he is in, he is still very fast."
"But you're okay?"
"Things got a little...heated, but I am fine."
"Good. We...have a lot to talk about," Lizzy said with a light blush that was mirrored by her fellow cheerleader.
"We do," Doll nodded, then looked off to her right, "and we are not the only ones."
Lizzy glanced up at Uzi, who quickly looked away, apparently finding her own hands very interesting.
Funny thing was that as soon as she looked at her hands, Uzi actually did become quite interested. They were cleaner than they had been in a while, even before her life went back to hell. Damn near polished, in fact. She had been to the infirmary enough times to know that "Patch and Buff" wasn't a service they offered, and they definitely didn't do clothes.
"Uzi?"
The girl blinked a couple times as her train of thought was derailed and looked up to see Lizzy holding out her phone with a smile that managed to be sincere and smug at the same time. Which made her blink again.
Lizzy never let anyone touch her phone. Ever.
Uzi made no effort to hide her skepticism, prompting Lizzy to suddenly reach forward, take her hand and plop the device right into her palm.
