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Light it up, light it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Exhale, exhale
Now let's sex to the cut

Rachel closed her eyes and listened to R. Kelly's beautiful voice rumble out of the boombox. Her fingers twisted in her perm, enjoying the slightly stiff texture of her hair. Sarah was sitting on the other playground swing, smoking a cigarette and glaring at the boombox. The punk's eyes wandered up to her clone, who, with her new perm, didn't look much like the Sarah. Rachel's eyes remained closed and she stayed lost in the song that was beginning to annoy Sarah.

"Oi, can't we listen to–" Sarah began, but was cut off by Rachel harshly shushing her.

"This is my boombox, and we will listen to my mixtape." Rachel glared at Sarah, who put her hands up in surrender, tossing her cigarette butt in the sand. Sarah blew out a small cloud of smoke that snaked up towards the stars as the two girls watched it.

Sex give me the munchies and now I wanna eat it up oh
We can do a shotgun baby and take a sip of patron baby
Now we off in a zone baby our boys gettin' it on baby
Got be feelin' hazy baby, silly baby, horny baby, flyin' baby

Rachel smiled at the lines indulgently, leaning back and lifting her legs so she would start gently swinging. Sarah chuckled and reached into her coat pocket for the carefully rolled joint Felix had given her. She put it to her lips and kept watching Rachel, not sure if the more straightedge girl would be into the punk's plans for their night.

Girl you got that sex weed, I just want to hit it all the time
Sex so good that it gets me high
Bring that home grown to me, girl you got that fire weed
Light it up, let me take a puff of your sex weed

Rachel looked over at Sarah and noticed the joint in her mouth. Rachel looked away, holding back an angry response. She was really trying not to snap at Sarah as much. When Rachel turned back to Sarah, she was already off her swing and approaching Rachel with a sexy half-grin. Rachel's breath caught in excitement, but the moment Rachel thought Sarah would finally close the distance between them, Sarah just reached down and turned up the boombox.

"Girl you got that sex weed," Sarah sang in a raspy voice, running and jumping up to stand on the swing. "I just want to hit it all the time, sex so good that it gets me high!" Sarah continued, quickly lighting up the joint. She took a quick puff and continued, letting the smoke out in Rachel's face. "Bring that home grown to me, girl you got that fire weed. Light it up, let me take a puff of your sex weed." Sarah finished the chorus and grinned at Rachel, who had turned bright red.

"Stop that." Rachel said, maintaining a controlled expression.

"Oh, come on." Sarah smirked, waggling the joint in front of the more conservative girl's face. "Puff this sex weed. R. Kelly said so."

Rachel took the joint and took a small hit, coughing immediately and dropping the joint. Sarah laughed and reached down to pick up her joint and quickly hit it. She exhaled and moved close to Rachel's face again. Rachel inched away, suspicious of Sarah this time. Sarah didn't fake her out this time, however. She wrapped her free hand around the back of Rachel's head and pulled her into a deep kiss, the 90s slow jam perfectly accompanying the moment. After a few moments, Rachel pulled away again, out of breath. She let out a petit cough that made Sarah giggle, which in turn made Rachel scowl. They stared at each other for a moment of silence. Then, Rachel cleared her throat.

"Let me hit that ooh wee, that sticky icky your Mary Jane, baby." Rachel tentatively sang. Her voice got a little stronger as Sarah grinned at her. "That splash, that boo-boo, yo sweet Lucy baby, I just wanna get a hit of that, good sex weed, yeah."

The two kissed and swung until the sun rose.