So, I haven't done anything in about two-ish months. Guesses as to why still escape my thoughts (that was sarcasm). So, I decided that since it was raining in my area, and one of my stories featured rain in a chapter, I thought "why not?" (Spoiler alert). Original draft finished a long time (March 15th, but who's keeping track of that). Might upload the other chapters and some drabbles I wrote, but college is proving to be more and more srs biz. But I have a kind schedule. It depends on how I'm feeling. See you soon.


Sweet Blackwell Dreams

Chapter 1

A girl lay spread across a queen sized bed. Her short blonde hair, like her body, was carelessly occupying the vast space meant for two. Not that she cared for the extra room, but it wasnt unwelcome. Something that was unwelcome, however, was the storm raging outside her dorm. Loud drops of rain intruded her rest while lightning flashed across the campus, illuminating her room in its destructive beauty.

"Thanks for the wonderful night, mother nature. Because of you, I may actually need to start taking regular beauty sleep." The girl thought.

When the thunder finally came, the girl went to wrap herself in her blanket. Just before she got the sheets to cover her, rapid knocks assaulted her door. She glared around for the clock with wide-eyed and above average anger washing over her face.

11:26.

"Who the fuck is also up right now?" She muttered to herself.

Getting up to answer her own question, she turned on the lights and checked herself quick in the mirror. Slightly disheveled, but still drop dead gorgeous. Not a look she practiced, except for the "drop dead gorgeous" aspect of her appearance, but it was good for someone that was probably getting an early taste of insomnia.

She opened the door, expecting someone from the Vortex Club or her clique wanting to "hang" or vent about a first world problem they just encountered. Instead, she was met with a figure; shorter, wetter, yet just as beautiful. Stunning blue eyes staring into her own, bright with innocence and youth.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have an extra towel?" The short girl said. "Went for a late dinner and thought I could beat the storm. Guess you can see how that turned out." A stupid smirk started to emerge on her cute face.

"I guess I can grace you with a little gesture of my kindness, hipster." The blonde told her. As she began to rummage through her room for a spare towel, she looked up to see the girl still standing outside her room, dripping wet, looking into her dorm like a stray dog wanting an owner.

"You don't have to wait outside, you know. I won't bite you." She told the girl, who quickly entered her room. Even after entering, she still sensed the other girl was feeling like a deer in the headlights.

"Hey, I got a hamper that you can drop your clothes in, so you wont stay wet." The blonde said, pointing to the foot of her bed.

The brunette nodded and began to shed some layers. As the other girl removed her clothing by the piece, the blonde couldnt help but look on, her hands not resuming to grab a towel. Quickly averting her gaze to the task at hand, she found a towel that was relatively unused. She grabbed it and returned her gaze to the girl in her dorm. She was just taking off her shirt, exposing a sea of bare skin, dry and freckled. Wanting to be closer, for a better artistic opinion on the figure, of course, the blonde slowly approached the brunette, whose back was to her. Quietly snaking her head around the head of the girl without touching her, she saw the girl go to unbutton her pants. Whatever she meant by it, the blonde wrapped her free arm around the girls waist, her hand reaching for the button. The other girl got stiff.

"Victoria, w-what are you doing?" The girl asked, her breath hitching a bit.

Not responding, Victoria slowly led the girl to her bed. Unbuttoning her pants, she slid her hand, bringing the pants down to the floor. After that, the blonde began to put all her weight on the girl, bringing her down to the bed. Lying on top of the girl, she took the towel in her other hand and began to dry her off. The girl tried to suppress her surprised cries as the blonde dried the girl off from her head to her shoulders, to the vast length of her legs (even though those were the only parts of her that were dry, for the moment at least). Breathing heavy on her neck, Victoria flipped the girl over. Taking in the site before her, she traced the brunette's face before lowering herself closer to the girl, lips inches away.

"V-Victoria," the girl started.

Victoria didn't respond. Instead, she went lower, ready to capture those hipster lips. Just then, the thunder struck outside. Victoria got up. The room was dark and it was not raining outside. She looked at the clock.

11:26.