Vivian Joan Armstrong likes paintings, peeling an entire clementine on the first peel, murder TV shows, free refills, fire, and when the tip of her nose gets cold. She dislikes pants, the smell of Corn Nuts, blushing, holding in sneezes, caring for pets, flossing, holding onto something on the train, and most people. During the colder months she wears yoga pants or leggings under a skirt and during the warmer seasons she wears tennis skirts, despite her lack of actual participation in the sport. She gets stress eczema on her left knuckles when she is put in situations difficult for her to handle. The only boy she's ever let hold her hand was a British stoner who had difficulty talking about his feelings and was sent to military school. She still dreams about him. She is an art history major at CalState Long Beach, smokes exclusively Menthols, and spends most times that she doesn't have class, at home, on her balcony. She leaves the shared apartment every night to smoke on her own and watch prostitutes getting picked up or stoners skate in the dark. She has been asking for a pug since she was 15. She prefers tea to coffee because coffee gives her a stomachache. She goes home to visit her mom, stepdad and brother in Pasadena every Sunday. To Vivian, honesty is the most important quality and if people are honest to her then she won't judge them for what they have to say. When she's sad she listens to Suga Suga by Baby Bash.
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Vivian and Emilia
General FictionA sometimes sad, sometimes happy, very fake blonde girl goes to college and lives with her very happy very real blonde best friend. author's note: I am writing this story to help point out the individuality in every person; ie, just because someone...