"Well sucks to be you, its my turn to chose and that is my choice" Rosalie replied triumphantly with a laugh, as she rose to switch the DVD's.

"Fine." she pouted. "But my eyes will be shut for the majority of the movie!" she said.

"Suit yourself" Rosalie replied cheerfully with a shrug as she put the DVD in and then returned to the bed to settle down, lying on her tummy with her chin in her hands, to watch.

Christa rolled her eyes, while hugging her pillow. "Ugh, great. Another horror movie."

"Well this is the point of an anti-social sleepover, have you never done one before? Ah yes I remember you said no ..." Rosalie replied in a hushed tone before waving for her to be quite as the film began.

Christa nodded silently as she watched the movie, her eyes glued to the screen.

Rosalie was in heaven through out the film. Sighing with pleasure during the romantic bits and faking fear during the scary bits. The blood and gore did not bother her in the least. As the film drew to a close Rosalie suddenly had an idea and rising from her bed she turned to Christa and asked "wanna do something really crazy!"

Christa nodded and shuddered at all the blood. "Yeah, what is it?" she asked.

"Wanna go for a little ride on my motorbike ... dressed like this" Rosalie suggested going over to get her keys "and ... drop by the boys dorm!"

Christa checked her outfit quickly. "Sure, but don't you want to tease them?" she winked, walking over to the mirror and grabbing her curler, straightener, and makeup. "It's time for me to make you over."

"Oh nada sweetheart, your not going near me with that stuff" Rosalie replied with a shake of her head and an unimpressed expression "I do my own make up thank you very much - and the last time I let someone do it for me, I looked more like hooker barbie than biker barbie."

"ROSALIEEE. PLEASEE!" Christa pleaded. "Come on, I let you pierce my bellybutton so you owe me. Plus, I'm not gonna make you look like a hooker!" she said.

"Are you suggesting I do not look sexy with my own make up?" Rosalie replied folding her arms across her chest and raising one eyebrow in question "and that was a dare. You had to let me so state the rules of dare. We are not playing dare any more so no go aka no putting your little brushes near my face!"

Christa rolled her eyes. "Fine, do your make up and I'll do mine." she walked towards the bathroom, curler and make up in hand. She curled her hair and added some mascara. She walked out of the bathroom, smacking her lips to get the gloss all around her lips. "I'll get you next time, Rosalie!" she said, putting her flip-flops on. "Ready?" she asked.

"Oh fine you little drama queen - but I swear if I look like a hooker then I might just have to introduce you to my hair straighteners, and it wont be so fun" Rosalie informed her with an expressive roll of her eyes.

"Really?" she squealed, smiling. "You'll look stunning!" she said, grabbing her curler. "Trust me, do I look like a hooker? If I don't, then you're in safe hands." she replied, going over Rosalie's lips with lip gloss. "Smack them together." she said, curling only the ends of Rosalie's hair. She carefully applied mascara to Rosalie's eyes. "Done! What do you think?" she asked, handing her a mirror. "We're going for a casual look."

"Not sure it was worth all the squealing on your part, but alright I do not horrible, though that might be partially because it is impossible for me to look anything but gorgeous" Rosalie replied in a bored tone but she did nod approvingly at herself in the mirror before grabbing her keys and heading for the door.

Christa rolled her eyes and got up, giving herself a look over before following Rosalie. "So, where are we going again?" she asked, walking out the door and locking it.

"Well which boys dorm do you wanna crash? I am thinking a random one" Rosalie replied with a shrug and a smirk.

"Well, any would do." she said.

"Anyone but Jake's ..." Rosalie agreed as she put her helmet on and offered the spare one to Christa.

"Who's Jake?" she asked, taking the helmet and putting it on.

"The boy we will not be dropping in on" Rosalie replied walking outside and towards her motorbike.

Christa shrugged and walked towards the bike. "So, whose dorm do you wanna crash?" she asked, getting on.

"Well pick a number between 100 and 200" Rosalie replied as she mounted her bike and kick started the engine.