Blanket and pillow? Check. Pajamas? Check. Books? Check. Snacks? With a broad smile on her face, Haley looked at the various snacks and treats laid out on the table. Cereal bars, cookies, and all sorts of other things she had made herself. It was a veritable plethora of good. If there was one thing that Haley did well besides study, it was baking, and so she had planned to make this sleep-over absolutely awesome for her friends since they had been so nice as to invite her. Going over everything she was going to bring, she made sure to carefully fold and store every article of clothing, and her blankets away. Every other thing, from some of the books she had brought, to the snacks, were carefully packed away in her duffel bag as well. Then, hefting that over her shoulder, she gave her dark purple nail polish another look over. Then her outfit, making sure it was something nice, but not so eye-catching as to attract attention.<br/><br/>Completely unaware of what either of her friends were planning, her attire was hardly so provacative. Stonewashed jeans, hair tied in twin pigtails, and a leather jacket her dad bought for her back when he was working welding in Alaska. A company in Anchorage that he worked in for about three years that made her look like a young member of a biker club, with the other seemingly uncharacteristically flashy article of clothing being the old Led Zepplin shirt she wore that, despite an ample chest, was possibly a size or two too big for her. On top of that was a simple black beanie for the cold. Her lingerie was a pink and white striped pair of panties, and a matching bra. A "sinful" purchase given how lacy the straps were, and one that her parents didn't know existed. With that done, se had grabbed her phone and charger, got in her car, and had headed for Brittany's house. Her father was on a work project out of state for the next two months and her mother had taken up substitute teaching over the years. Being an only child meant she would hardly be missed and besides that, she already had her parents permission.<br/><br/>Showing up at Britanny's house, she had pulled her car (an embaressingly showy and nice one that her father, despite her insistance to not do so, had purchased for her sixteenth birthday), got out, grabbed her duffel bag, and had headed for the door. She was happy enough about the imaginations she had of the party ahead, she practically skipped across Brittanny's front yard. She practically bowled in to Ariana on the way to the front door. A cereal bar hanging out of her mouth, she let out a muffled apology, head down, and taking a few steps back.<br/><br/>"M'sowy Aweana." Came the muffled apology, followed by a swallow, and a repeat, "I'm sorry, Ariana, didn't see you there."<br/><br/>Then as they had headed inside once Brittany had opened the door, she found the big green recliner that Brittany's father always loved, becoming her defacto seat during times like this, duffel bag in front of her, and cereal bar in hand as she looked to each girl. With the question posed, Haley just looked between each of her two friends in silence. She said nothing, content to happily munch away, but it wasn't long before she finally quirked a brow and looked at Brittany.<br/><br/>"Where's the little guy?" She asked, somehow still sounding quiet and timid even between her friends.<br/><br/>It was true. She got along with Brittany's little brother<i>almost</i>as much as with her two friends.