take me away
You can call me Chey.
It was Avery’s 17th birthday and she hadn’t really planned on doing anything. She usually spent her birthday outside with her wolf, but not this year. Chey had something planned, Avery knew it, and she had to be out of her dorm room for the next hour or so. Not sure of what to do, Avery spent the first few minutes wandering before deciding to go spend the next hour the way she was used to; with the wolves. Lupis had been let out earlier today, he no longer was allowed to stay in Avery’s dorm ever since the incident earlier that week when the wolves were found in the city. They needed their leader back, and Avery had been forceful and hadn’t taken no for an answer. She decided that she owed them a visit, hopefully Lupis wasn’t still mad at her.
Jogging to the back of the school, she made her way into the woods and went as far in as possible, finally finding the patch of land that she was so used to. She sat down and howled for them, and within minutes she felt the strong force of something pound into her and she fell backwards, the breath knocked out of her. “Hey!” She yelped, shoving the 100 pounds of animal off her the best she could. “I missed you too, but you don’t have to nearly kill me, good lord,” she groaned as the wolf jumped off her, tail wagging madly. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and did the same to the rest of the pack who were now gathered around her. To anyone else, the sight of so many large wolves would be terrifying, but to Avery, she never felt more at home then when she was surrounded by them. It was as though they knew it was her birthday, they watched her happily and covered her with kisses. She giggled, still in awe of how these hunting creatures suddenly became like little puppies with a little love.
An hour later, she bid them farewell and headed back to her dorm. She removed her phone from her pocket, making sure that she was on time. She frowned when she stopped outside her door, realizing that she probably smelled like wolf. She shrugged her jacket off, tucking it under her arm. She knocked on the door lightly and was greeted almost instantly by her grinning girlfriend. “Tha—” Before she could finish her sentence, she was pulled into a hug. She grinned and hugged back before pulling apart. “Thank you! Sorry, I probably smell like wolf and woods,” she said as she threw her jacket to the side.
All Chey wanted for tonight was to make Avery happy. Especially since she’s had more than enough sadness in her life and if Chey could take that away for at least one night, she would be proud of herself. Looking down at her red dress that danced above her knees, she quickly adjusted the pleats in her dress, ensuring that they were straight. Shrugging her shoulders, she readied herself to welcome Avery back into her dorm room. She glanced back at the scene. Everything was one, but in the moments before she opened the door, she couldn’t help but second guess herself. Could she have done more? Shaking that thought out of her head, she took a deep breath and before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around her girlfriend.
Squeezing the girl slightly before letting her go, Chey shook her head. “No apologizing on your birthday, baby,” she mumbled softly. Gently brushing away any lose strands of Avery’s hair, Chey placed her hand onto her cheek before kissing her tenderly. “Happy birthday, baby,” she mumbled against her girlfriend’s lips before pulling away. “How’s Lupis?” She asked with a slight smile, knowing that it was hard for Avery to live in a dorm room without her wolves.
Taking Avery’s hand in hers, she led her further into her dorm room before turning around to face her. “What do you what to do first?” She asked with a smile, “I may or may not have had extra time to hide your presents so they’re scattered around everywhere,” she added, her eyes slowly darting around the room before looking back at Avery. Placing her hands onto her waist, Chey shrugged her shoulders. “We can do anything you want. I’m all yours tonight.”
Today was a day that Chey had been planning for months. It was her girlfriend’s birthday and there was no way that she was going to let the pass without letting Avery know how much she loved her. The past few months were spent in different stores, trying to find something that Avery would like. It was harder than it sounded. Chey had always been a thoughtful person and that part of her always became more prominent when she was buying gifts for people she cared about. Her glance slowly wandered to the table to wrapped presents in front of her. She was happy with the items she’d picked out for Avery and hoped she’d like them too. The thing about Chey’s gift giving was that, if she was looking for a gift for you — she couldn’t stop at one gift. If there was something she predicted that you’d like, she was going to buy it without a second thought. And, that was that. Weird, but people always seemed to appreciate it.
Grabbing her phone from the table, she sent a quick text to Avery. “Stay out of your dorm room for like the next hour.” She pursed her lips together after a moment before sending another text. “I love you,” she quickly typed out before pressing send and putting her phone into her purse. Glancing back down at the table, she exhaled before walking into her kitchen to grab a gift bag she could put the presents into. She returned to the living room after a moment and placed all of the wrapped presents into the gift bag before taking it and walking towards Avery’s dorm room.
In the middle of her journey to Avery’s room, Chey received a call from the bakery. “Cheyenne?” The woman asked.
“Chey,” she replied as if it were a reflex.
“My apologies. I was calling to inform you that everything has been delivered to dorm room 04 at Dalgaard and is ready for setup.”
Nodding her head, Chey smiled. “Thank-you. Have a good day,” she replied cheerfully before hanging up on the woman when she reached the front door of Avery’s dorm room. She slowly opened the door before stepping into Avery’s empty dorm room. “Perfect,” she whispered before walking towards the kitchen counter and placing all of her things onto it. She looked back at the kitchen table where the cake pop stand sat with an seemingly endless number of cake pops.
After setting up the cake pop stand, she looked back at the presents that sat on the kitchen counter. “Hm,” she wondered curiously, a smile pulling at her lips as she walked towards them. Picking up the bag, she began to walk around Avery’s dorm room and distributing the presents into different places. When she finally hid the last present, she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. Clapping her hands together, she cheered softly to herself.
A few moments passed before Chey heard a knock on the door. Jumping slightly, she walked towards the door before opening it. “Welcome home, baby!” She cheered before pulling Avery into a hug.
“I don’t even know,” she answered, her nose crinkling in the process. The effects of the alcohol had definitely kicked in, not that she minded, but her actions were purely based off what appeared first in her head, which is why she performed a handstand before breaking out in another fit of giggles. Her cheeks had slowly become numb from all of the laughing, but she still continued to giggle like a small child as she laid sprawled out across her floor. “Because I’m just too awesome to share any of my secrets.” She said in reply to Chey’s statement, her smile widening at the girls faux sadness. Another fit of giggles came out of her throat as Chey took the bottle from her hands, her reaction to the drink just adding to the laughter that seemed to never leave her room.
“He’s a turtle. You like turtles. It’s perfect!” She exclaimed, remembering Chey’s love for turtles as a smile broke out on her face. Nodding her head as she listened to Chey, she stood up, her hands raised in the air. “I mean, I’ve had sex with a guy, but with a girl? I mean, there’s so many holes and I just don’t know what to do!” She said, bringing her hands down as she dragged them along her face. “I’m totally happy to be your big sister! I anyone hurts you, I’ll burn ‘em.” She winked at the girl, before laughing and sitting back down on the floor, running her fingers through her hair. “I know! We can’t let that happen! I don’t even have any left in my stash! If the worst does happen.. I think we’ll need to raid someone else’s dorm. Or possibly steal from a shop. I dunno, I just want more vodka!” She declared, her words slightly slurred as she was starting to have trouble forming sentences that actually sounded correct.
The full effects of the vodka were hitting Chey. Hard. Now, there was nothing stopping her from saying or doing anything she wanted. That was a scary thought for most but at this moment, Chey couldn’t care less. The idea of doing anything she wanted seemed freeing at this very moment. One of the perks, she supposed. The consequences of her actions didn’t cloud her thoughts or fill her mind with worry. For now, Chey could just be in the moment. Gasping, Chey shook her head. “I don’t think so!” She gasped in a teasing tone before poking her tongue out at Ariella before bursting out into another fit of giggles. Coughing for a brief moment as she swallowed another gulp of vodka, she handed the bottle back to Ariella. “Can you please hold this while I die?” She asked in between her coughs, the smile never leaving her lips.
Shaking her head at Ariella, Chey gave her a disapproving look. “No! I love turtles, Ari. You should know that!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned her body away from Ariella for a moment. Looking back at Ariella, Chey couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you doing?!” She asked in between her laughter. “At least you’ve had sex with someone! I haven’t done anything. I’m like the freakin’ Virgin Mary. I haven’t tickled anyone’s pickle —” And with that statement, her mind soon wandered onto the topic of pickles. “Do you have any pickles? I want pickles,” she blurted out as she suddenly craved more food. Tilting her head to the side, her lips formed a pout. “That’s so sweet! You’re so sweet!” She gushed as she placed a hand onto her chest. “And, if anyone hurts you I’ll… I’ll pick up something heavy with my mind and I’ll drop it on them!” She added, a proud smile on her lips as she nodded her head. Chey’s gaze followed Ariella as she sat on the floor once again. The worry returned when Ariella spoke of her lack of vodka. “What?!” She gasped, her jaw dropping. “How is that possible? Why don’t you have vodka?!” She asked, her glance darting around the dorm room for no apparent reason. “Nooooooo! We can’t steal! We’re too pretty to go to jail!”
Billy chuckled and gave Chey a sassy look. “No, I can’t complain because I’ve actually had a good time here so far.” He nipped his bottom lip, thinking about all the new people he got to me, a couple that stood out for him. Chey was in that group of people. Some of people that he met had to said to keep his eye out for some of their peers, but he hasn’t run into any problems so far. Though, Billy would still be on the look out. Chey didn’t seem like the kind of girl that would cause him any trouble. She seemed like someone he could really get along with and hopefully get to know better into the future. When her lips formed into a pout, he let out a light laugh. “Who doesn’t?” He shrugged and briefly drew his attention back to the movie.
Billy laughed yet again at what Chey said. “It’s okay, I have to get used to all these American accents too. Well, I guess they’re accents to me but to you they’re just normal voices.” He paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly and shrugged with one shoulder. He raised his eyebrows at Chey’s response to what he shared about his childhood. “Jeez, I wish we knew each other sooner! We could have been the real life Lilo and Stitch. I was completely obsessed with it too. Still kinda am.” Billy said and smirked at his friend. Billy was always an oddball when he was a kid. When his parents used to brag about him, they said that he always had a very wild imagination. Now they would probably think it was all apart of what they think is insanity or his ‘disease.’ He shook his head slightly, pushing his family out of his mind and focused on happy thoughts. Billy’s face lit up at Chey’s suggestion. “No, not at all!” He picked up the remote and paused the movie for a bit, not wanting to miss anything. He stood up and held out his hand to help Chey up. Billy was always taught to be a gentlemen back at home, and he figured anywhere else would be no different. “I don’t think it’ll too hard to find them. Though I do have a couple of little boxes I have to unpack but have been just too lazy to.” He admitted and led her to his room to go on a scavenger hunt for his stuffed Stitch toys. “They were a huge part of my childhood, so I had to bring them with me when I went over seas.” He told her as he lifted up some things off of the floor, trying to find at least one.
Chey giggled, “good to know that you aren’t just pretending to like us,” she teased, wriggling her eyebrows at Billy for a brief moment. Chey’s mind soon began to wander. Most of the students at Dalgaard were lovely and Chey couldn’t think of anyone she didn’t particularly like. Sure, there were periods where she couldn’t stand certain people but those arguments and general distain towards one another let to understanding. Even though Chey hadn’t known billy for long, she was almost certain that they would end up being incredibly close. Chey couldn’t seem to find a part of Billy that she didn’t like. Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head to the side for a moment. “Very true,” she mumbled before eating another spoonful of ice cream.
Chey couldn’t help but smile when Billy laughed yet again. Even if it was at her cost. “Yeah, I guess they are,” she mumbled. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it sooner than later. I’ve always been really good at adapting to change,” she added, a confident smile on her lips. Gasping, Chey’s jaw dropped, “oh my gosh! We should totally dress up as Lilo and Stitch for Halloween. That’d be so cute!” Chey gushed, as her excitement quickly rose. Her expression soon changed when she realized a potential hiccup in her seemingly flawless plan. “They have adult Stitch costumes… Right?” She asked cautiously. Nodding her head slightly, she exhaled, “yeah… I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for me to fall out of love with Disney.” Chey’s childhood had been filled with Disney princesses and everything else Disney related. Disney soon became a replacement for her parents. Whenever she was disappointed with their crazy work schedules, she would turn to Disney. But, now, Disney had been replaced with alcohol and various parties. A part of her ached for the simple days of childhood but at the same time, she wouldn’t give her life up for anything.
“Really?!” She asked, perking up as Billy spoke once again. Smiling as Billy held his hand out to her, she nodded before taking it, “such a gentleman,” she teased with a soft giggle as she walked behind him. As they entered his room, her gaze darted from place to place. “I like your room,” she finally said before looking back at him. “Well, take a trip down memory line while we unpack? These boxes take up way too much space,” she mumbled, brushing some hair behind her ear. Smiling, she made her way over to a box, “I totally understand, so…. How big are they, exactly?”
“I can do whatever I want, I’m Ariella, the fire starter. And I used to be a gymnast.” She said as she stood up, moving some things from her floor and performing a handstand with ease before toppling over in a fit of giggles. “See, used to, not so much anymore.” When she was in a state like this, the simplest of things would send her into a fit of giggles and laughter. But that was a common side effect with most drunks, so she felt slightly at ease with Chey’s laughter and her own soon filled the small dorm. “The secret shall be known to me and me only,” she stated, a smirk on her face as she looked at the younger girl. Grasping the bottle in her hands, she took yet another swig of it and relished in the taste, despite the burn that it caused her. That was something the girl would never get used to.
“And it shall be arranged for later, dear little Squirt.” Gesturing towards the clock before letting her laughter break, “I’m sure Avery wouldn’t mind, I practically begged Caela for sex when I was drunk. But she was like ‘Oh, no, I can’t take advantage of you blah blah blah!’ I mean, God, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t ready for it. Even though I have absolutely no idea how girls get it on with other girls.” She slurred, the words leaving her mouth completely not fazing her as they would if she were sober. “You’re like my little sister! Wait, you are my little sister! Next to Carina, of course. She’s my baby sister back home. You’re my baby sister here, but you’re a lot more fun! She’d never have fun like this.” Scrunching her face at the thought of discussing girls with her little sister, and the talk of possible sex. “What happens if we run out of vodka? That would terrible!” She mock gasped, refilling her glass and downing it with no second thought.
Giving her a look, she giggled softly, “what does that even mean?” She blurted out in between her giggles. Her head turned towards Ariella’s direction as she moved from the bed to perform a handstand. Clapping her hands together, Chey cheered the girl on before she toppled over. Letting out another giggle as Ariella giggled once again, she briefly covered her mouth with her hand. “It was good while it lasted,” she mumbled out after dropping her hand from her mouth. Her lips soon formed a pout when Ariella spoke once again, her lip trembling slightly. “Why don’t you trust me?” She whined. Her faux sadness was short lived. She couldn’t help but giggle at the face Ariella made after downing more vodka. Grabbing the bottle from Ariella, Chey took a swig of vodka. Soon after, her mouth opened and her tongue poked out as the liquid made it’s way down her throat.
“Squirt,” she repeated before bursting into another fit of giggles. “That’s like Squirtle. He’s really cute,” she mumbled as her giggles faded. Slowly sliding her index finger across her bottom lip, Chey shrugged. “I don’t know,” she finally mumbled before biting her bottom lip. “We haven’t even talked about it, so I don’t know!” She shrugged, throwing her arms in the air in confusion. As her arms dropped back down to her sides, she scrunched up her face, “blah, blah, blaaaaaaah,” she repeated. “That’s totally not what you want,” she added, shaking her head slightly. Gasping, Chey’s mouth fell open slightly, “oh my gosh! Me either! What are we even supposed to do?” She gasped before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Her head titled to the side when Ariella spoke of her sister, “you’re so sweet. I’m totally happy to be your little sister here!” She gushed, beaming proudly. Gasping, her jaw dropped as if that was the worst possibility ever. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She gasped, “that can’t happen! What would be do?!”
“I bow up to you,” She said, trying to muffle her laughter but failing to do so. The vodka was slowly starting to take effect, so she would soon become the drunken Ariella few people knew, “Shh, I don’t know,” her words slightly slurred, bringing her finger up to her mouth and holding it against her mouth. The worry that had been pestering her for the past few minutes had immediately washed away, all of her worries now disappearing for good. With a genuine smile on her face, she poured herself another drink and downed it straight away. “This drink is good. I like it.”
“Yes, that conversation is meant for a much drunker version of me,” she said, giggling at the thought of their conversations that would happen in their drunken states. “Hey, I’m curious, but you can share the dirty details later.” She placed her wink now, before winking at the younger girl and letting out yet another fit of giggles. “Because you love me and I was too lazy to get more drinks. That’s why, and I’m far more awesome when I’m drunk!” She replied, picking her glass back up and holding it up in the air, before filling her and Chey’s glasses up for yet another round. “And I’m going to date the fuck out of Caela, and if anyone has a problem I’ll burn ‘em!” Bringing her glass to Chey’s, she smiled before bringing the glass to her lips and downing yet another shot. “Whatever it is, it is my official favorite. I loooove it.”
Chey grabbed the drink off Ariella’s bedside table before consuming every single drop of liquid in the glass. She shook her head slightly before putting the glass back down. As she looked back at Ariella she couldn’t help but smile. It was obvious that she was tipsy. Shooting Ariella a look, Chey couldn’t help but giggle as she attempted to ‘bow up’ towards Ariella. Shaking her head as she looked back at Ariella, she continued to giggle. “You can’t do it! My body doesn’t bend that way and I’m a gymnast. I bend every way!” She exclaimed in between her giggles. Gasping, Chey’s mouth fell open when Ariella spoke next. It was almost as if Ariella said the most hilarious thing that Chey had ever heard. “Bad, Ariella!” She gasped before mimicking Ariella’s actions. “What’s the secret?” She whispered as her eyes darted back and forth between Ariella’s face and the bottle of alcohol. Dropping her finger from the mouth, she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. But, when she looked back at Ariella, a dumb smile was plastered on her face. “You’re welcome,” Chey gloated, holding her chin up slightly before flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
As the alcohol was taking it’s toll, Chey was laughing at every little thing. She raised an eyebrow at Ariella, “that, my dear friend, can be arranged,” she mumbled, her words slightly slurred as she gestured to the bottle of vodka on the bed. Smiling, she wriggled her eyebrows at Ariella. “Wellllllllllll,” she slurred out slightly, nodding her head. “Nothing really has happened. We haven’t been dating for too long and it’d be weird if I busted into her dorm room and was like, “GIVE ME SEX NOW, PLEASE.” She blurted out as the inappropriate language filter in her mind was obviously drowned in alcohol. Gasping, Chey let out a squeal. “Yes! I do love you!” She added, as if it were news to her. “You’re like my sister! And, your whole thing with Caela is sooooooo cute!” She gushed over the older girl as her sober thoughts were brought to the surface, ”And, you have really pretty hair,” she mumbled timidly, the volume of her voice lowering substantially. She clapped her hands together as Ariella took the shot glasses out again. “Wooo!” She cheered, throwing her arms in the air. Slowly dropping her hands back down to her sides, she took the shot glass from Ariella and smiled as she spoke. “Yeah! Do that!” she exclaimed as she brought the glass up to her lips, swallowing another shot. “I liiiiiiiiike it. A llllllllotttttttt.”
Billy continued to smile as him and his friend situated into his couch. “I’m pretty good. I can’t complain.” He shrugged a bit and nodded. He always felt like one of new students, though he had arrived about a month ago. At first, like any other new student, he felt out of place. Especially since he was from a different country. Chey made him feel welcome, so he was happy that he was finally getting to know her better. He hadn’t really made any close friends yet, but he hoped that maybe she would be a good start. She seemed like his kind of person. And she always made him laugh and he needed that in his life.
Billy giggled at Chey’s reaction to the ice cream. Even though he was as straight as a curly fry, he had to admit that she was pretty and cute. Her smile was very contagious. He dug into the popcorn just before he hit the play button. The Hawaiian music started playing while Billy sat Indian style and leaned forward, excited to see one of his favorite Disney films. “When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was experiment 628.” He said, remembering how dedicated he was to this movie when he was younger. It was kind of random, but that’s just who Billy was. Billy was a talker, and sometimes it was a bad thing, but he liked to get to know people and telling them little stories. ”And I think I still have some Stitch plushees somewhere around here.” He nodded and glanced over at Chey as she ate her ice cream.
Chey nodded, “pretty good sounds good to me,” she mumbled softly, unsure of why she worded her sentence like that, she shook her head slightly as if it erased her inability to form a proper sentence. “Can’t complain, or won’t?” She teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Chey knew that Dalgaard had it’s flaws, the pures being one of them, but the students were never a problem. For the most part, they were inclusive and nice with the exception of a few egotistic people who thought the world revolved around them. But, Billy didn’t seem like any of those people. He was kind and they had the same sense of humor which wasn’t something Chey could ignore. The two were able to act childish and and enjoy things for what they truly were. Chey had always been good at reading people but there was something about Billy that was different. And, since she wasn’t able to figure out what it was, it bothered her. Glancing at Billy, her lips formed a slight pout. “I like ice-cream…” She murmured timidly before eating another spoonful of ice-cream.
Giggling softly, she crossed her legs as her glance floated towards the television. As the theme music began to play, she could suddenly recall memories from the first time she watched it. Smiling at that memory, she looked down at the bowl of ice-cream before glancing back at Billy who was obviously incredibly eager to relive his childhood for an hour or too. When he spoke, she could feel herself distracted by the way he spoke. Shaking her head slightly, she blinked. “I’m sorry… I’m still getting used to your accent. Is that weird?” She asked as her cheeks blushed red. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded slightly, “that’s a coincidence. When, I was little I dressed up as Lilo. Coconut bra, grass skirt and everything. I was a little obsessed with this movie,” she admitted, her embarrassment slowly fading. It was comforting to know that someone shared her love for this movie. During her childhood, Chey loved to dress up. Since her parents were incredibly successful, she was given every costume she asked for. Raising her eyebrow when Billy spoke once again, she smiled, “would I be totally horrible for asking you to look for them?” She asked, a hopeful smile on her lips. “I’d help you… Of course.”
Another day was spent by himself, but Billy didn’t mind it all that much. Since it was summer, there was really nothing for him to do but eat all day and watch movies and play with his kitten, Niall. But that all changed when Chey asked if he needed company. They had become recent friends, and he wanted to get to know her better so he took the chance. He got up from his seat and went into the kitchen, taking out another bowl for his friend’s ice cream. He went back to his comfy couch, carefully placing the bowl momentarily on it. He walked over to the TV and searched his movies for a minute or two before finding Lilo and Stitch. He grinned at the movie that he used to watch frequently as a child. Billy pressed a button and watched as the disc holder came sliding out. He put he disc in when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Billy somewhat skipped over to the door and opened it with a smile. Chey stood before him with popcorn in a container. “Hello love!” He said with his accent. He enveloped her in a hug. Billy stepped aside and gestured her to come inside. “How are you?” He asked in a chipper tone as he escorted her to the couch. He picked up the bowl he set up for Chey and handed it to her, switching with the popcorn container. He sat down and patted the spot beside him so she could sit down. “You ready to relive your childhood?” Billy questioned before pressing play.
“Hi, sweetie!” She greeted the boy cheerfully as she slowly wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “It’s so nice to see you,” she mumbled as they leaned out of the hug. Nodding her head slightly, she stepped into Billy’s dorm room. Her eyes quickly darted across the room, studying all of it’s features. She looked back at Billy when he spoke once again. “I’m really good,” she replied, a smile on her lips. “How are you?” She asked, genuinely wanting to hear an answer. Billy was one of the many new additions to Dalgaard and Chey was just curious as to how he was dealing with a new school filled with people who had supernatural powers. And, since Chey didn’t have the best time fitting in, she always tried to make sure that no one else felt that way.
Sitting on the couch, Chey instantly began to slouch. “Ooh!” Chey perked up when she saw the ice-cream, happily relinquishing the container of popcorn from her hands before grasping the bowl of ice-cream. She began to play with her ice-cream before scooping some up with her spoon and eating it. Looking up at Billy as she took the spoon out of her mouth, she smiled, “always.”
It was another uneventful day at Dalgaard. Ever since summer vacation started, Chey wasn’t motivated to do anything but sit around and watch movies or head down to the beach. Her days were pretty relaxed and felt much too short compared to the days she spent in the class room. Today, Chey was preparing to spend time with Billy. She slowly changed out of her pajamas and got dressed in a plain white singlet and a pair of denim short-shorts. As she made her way out of her room, she grabbed a buttoned down tartan shirt and put it on. Her eyes darted across her dorm room as she began to search for anything to bring. “Popcorn,” she whispered to herself as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of microwaveable popcorn and she put it in the microwave. As the popcorn started to pop, she began to look for a container she could use. Her head turned sharply when she was greeted with silence. Quickly making her way to the microwave, she took out the bag and quickly emptied it into the container she had just found.
Her eyes darted across the rooms once again as she checked off everything she needed to take to Billy’s. Nodding her head slowly, she grabbed her phone before walking out of her dorm room and towards Billy’s. Even though she’d never been there before, the system was pretty easy to remember especially when people put their names on their dorm room doors. Smiling as she reached the door of Billy’s dorm room, she knocked.
“Oh, just.. stuff. N-Nothing too worry about! Don’t stress.” She babbled out, hoping her voice didn’t shake as she tried to move the topic of their conversation along. “I.. uh, okay, yeah.. you’re right. My Caela is completely d-different to someone else’s Caela. I j-just have to think of it like that.” Her words flowed out of her mouth with ease, but she was still having trouble with her own conscience believing them. “T-thanks, Chey. Thanks for putting up with my babbling.” She murmured, looking up at the brunette offering her a sincere smile. ”Yeah.. Lucky, heh.”
“Well, I did a-ask her to h-have a shower… with me. B-but I was apparently too drunk to take advantage of. I w-was completely willing though.” She said, shrugging her shoulders before leaning over and opening the bottle of vodka Chey had brought over, standing up, the bottle still in hand, she made her way to her bedside table, opening up the draw and pulling out two shot glasses. “I saw it on the internet, there’s like a whole community of people who ‘ship’ people with other people. It’s confusing.” She said as she sat back down on her bed, the two shot glasses now filled with vodka. “I c-can tell, you two are going to last a long time. I c-can feel it. Not n-necessarily.. just, I w-was confused. I’ve n-never had a moment like that with a close friend, l-let alone a girl.” Ariella explained, staring at the liquid in her glass before handing the small glass to Chey. “Bottoms up.” She said low, before bring the glass to her lips and swallowing the drink, the taste of it burning her throat.
Giving her a look, Chey furrowed her brow. “Stuff? How vague of you,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Nodding her head whilst Ariella spoke, Chey smiled, “exactly. It’s all about perception. I mean, Caela would never even dream of hurting you in anyway.” Her eyes darted back to the food as she opened up a bag of pretzels and began to eat them. Looking back up at Ariella, she shrugged her shoulders. “No problem, lovely. What are friends for?” She asked rhetorically, a smile on her lips.
Chey instantly perked up when Ariella spoke once again, “shower, huh?” She repeated, giggling softly. “Now, there’s an idea…” She mumbled absentmindedly. She nodded her head, smiling. “I guess so. I mean, a person who doesn’t want to take advantage of drunk Ariella can’t be that bad, can they?” She asked, circling back to Ariella’s worries about Caela. Scrunching up her face in thought, Chey tilted her head to the right slightly. “Shipping… Hm. Well, I guess you really do learn something new every day,” she said with a slight shake of her head. Chey’s face lit up in the instant that Ariella took out shot glasses. “Oooh!” Rubbing her hands together, she prepared for the alcohol she was about to consume. Finding herself distracted by the alcohol, she soon found herself focusing on her and Ariella’s conversation. “I totally understand, like, at first, I was so scared of how I felt because she was a girl and my best friend… And, then I just got tired of making excuses. Avery’s worth it. Every little bit.” Shrugging her shoulders, she pursed her lips together for a moment. “Let people say what they wanna say, I’m in love with her. Nothing can change that.” Holding up her shot glass with Ariella’s for a brief moment, Chey smiled. “To our lady loves,” she mumbled, before swallowing the shot.
