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BWI - Portalocity Lounge [Saturday Morning]

It had taken two and a half pep talks from her father to get Miley to be at least sociable today, the last half of which she was currently reading over text messages because her father couldn't figure out how to send messages that were greater than the character limit. Still, "sociable" was a far cry from her normal bubbly self. But she still had to be nice and talk to people, and she would, even if that talking to people was occasionally interrupted by texts from Lilly. (Hey, she had to read those! They could be important!)

She took a seat under the "Fandom High" banner in the airport lounge, with her three glittery pink suitcases and matching cosmetics bag all laid out on the floor in front of her. There. She could do this. If she could maintain a double life for four full years, she could survive boarding school. And maybe tonight, the president would call her back and manage to get her back into Seaview somehow!

...Hey, a girl could dream.

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One second that seat was empty, then the next, Bart was there, hair mussed, backpack on his lap. He looked around at the other people around. Every few minutes, he looked like he wanted to say something to someone, but stopped before he said anything.

He ran his hand through his hair, then opened his bag, rummaged through it, then closed it again, muttering something about Max not letting him bring his gamestation.

Aww, a freshman! A tiny one, kind of like what Oliver had looked like as a freshman.

"Well, hey there," she said, smiling at him in a totally not patronizing way. "I'm Miley."

Bart looked a little surprised that someone noticed him. "Oh. HiI'mBartI'mnewherewell,nowhere,butthere..." He stopped, took a deep breath and counted to a hundred. It took about a second and a half. "Hi." He waved enthusiastically. "I'm Bart Allen."

Miley grinned, all lopsided and toothy. "Miley Stewart," she said again, holding out a hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you."

He was so cute and tiny! Way cuter than Oliver.

"Where are you from?"

Bart smiled back, a bit toothy grin. He pushed his haircut of his face and replied, "Manchester Alabama. Though I spend a lot of time... " He scrunched up his face and looked concerned."I'm not sure if I'm allowed to talk about that. Secret identities and all that."

Oh. Well! Miley was never one to snoop on someone's secret identity.

"I totally understand," she said, with an expression that verified that she really, really did. "And I'm from Tennessee! I mean, originally. Ever heard of Crowley Corners?"

Bart looked very happy that she wasn't prying. He has a problem with talking too much, "Um..." he looked like he was thinking really hard. "Nope. I bet it's more interesting than Manchester, though."

"So... What year are you?" He was really not good at small talk. People are difficult.

"I'm a senior," she replied, and refrained from doing the gloaty thing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wjgwy8EhySs) she'd done the other day at her old school. "But nah. Crowley Corners isn't so interesting. They don't even have a mall."

Although if that redevelopment project went as planned...

What is it with girls and malls? "There's a mall in Manchester, but it's nothing like the mall that Cassie dragged me to that one time. That one had a ferris wheel. It was amazing. Have you ever seen a ferris wheel inside?" his face brightened remembering the marvel he had seen.

After a moment of this, he shakes his head, hair flopping back and forth. "What's this school like, anyway?"

"It's apparently supposed to be weird," she told him. Whatever that meant. "But -- seriously, a ferris wheel inside? That's pretty cool. Did you go on it?"

Bart frowned a bit. "Nah. Something exploded and Tim told us that we had to go... Um..." He looks a bit awkward. "call the police. Because that's what normal people do when things explode." Yeah, Bart was awesome at keeping secrets.

Miley stared.

"Oooookay," she said, raising her eyebrows. "That's no fun. Well, maybe there'll be a cool ferris wheel in Baltimore?"

Bart did his darndest to try to cover for his blatant inability to keep secrets. "oh, um, yeah. That would be neat."

Changing the topic. Yeah. That's a good plan. "What classes are you taking?"

They could be a part of the Bad Secret-Keepers' Club! Nope, it wasn't the most fun club to be a part of, but they could totally exchange tips and tricks. Like not selling a photo to the paparazzi of yourself in your alter ego's clothes with a 'Miley' necklace on. That was just dumb.

"Um," she said, going for her phone to find the list of classes her father had sent her. "Only three. How To Avoid Misadventure, Cupcake War Crimes, and... gym."

Ew, gym.

Bart blinked and remembered that he didn't know what classes he was in. He rummaged through his bag again and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "ooh! I'm in that misadventure one. How to survive a zombie apocalypse... Talking is a free action... Oh! Right, computers! And One about heroism. Max made me sign up for that one."

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Kenzi was watching this kid twitch, wondering if he was looking for his stash. "Hey. Welcome to the party. The tiny, tiny party."

((Ooh, sorry, totally didn't see this.))

Bart's eyes got wide and he looks around. "Party? What party?"

"Exactly, dude." Kenzi spread her arms fatalistically, and shook her head. "The search party. The exploration party. The tiny tiny party of us, the condemned." She held out a hand, checking to see where his wallet might be. "Kenzi."

Bart cocked his head to one side in confusion. After a moment, he held his hand out to shake hers, rather enthusiastically. "Bart Allen. Nice to meetcha."

"I'm not really sure what you're talking about, but hi." Bart was not afraid to speak his mind. He kept his heart on his sleeve and his wallet in his cargo pants side pocket.

"S'okay, it's all just exposition. So, what's your take on boarding school? Fun? A relief? A gateway to bigger and better things?" Kenzi sat up, having noted that cargo pants pocket, and grinned wide. This kid looked like he might have a twenty on him.

Bart scrunched up his face. "Max wanted me to come. He said it would be good for me to get out and meet new people. I don't know. I'd rather hang out with my friends."

He looked up at her and smiled, "dunno. Maybe it will be fun."

"So who's Max? And were your friends getting you arrested and crap, or what?"

Bart snickered. Tim and Conner getting arrested was just too silly an image not to laugh at.

"No... Oh, Max is a friend of my grandfather who's been taking care of me for a while now. And no, my friends are good guys." He said that last part with the emphasis on the 'good.'

"I think he just wanted me to... what did he say? 'A change of pace.'"

Just then, Bart got the joke and smiled. "Change of pace... funny."

"Sure is." Kenzi smirked a little, amused. She wasn't going to ask where his parents were; because hey, he'd volunteer that info if he wanted to. "Well, a tiny island that's supposed to be 'weird' is definitely going to be that."

Bart thought for a moment, looking slightly confused. "So... where is this island anyhow? Ooh! And what classes are you taking?"

Bart caught on to 'small talk' rather quickly, but didn't really understand it.

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