"What took you so long?" Laura asked in a sultry voice upon hearing Carmilla open and shut her dorm door. Carmilla smirked at Laura, "Just trying delayed gratification, cutie." Laura giggled and moved slowly toward Carmilla, leaving a trail of pink bikini bottoms, cutoff shorts, and a soft pink bikini top. Staring at Laura wearing only the flannel Carmilla loaned her on the beach ignited something primal from within the depths of Carmilla. Grabbing Laura, Carmilla threw her up against a wall, trailing kisses up her neck. "Do you know how wild it drives me to see you in my clothes?" Carmilla panted as she slowly slid her left hand up the inside of Laura's silky smooth right inner thigh…
Gimme fuel gimme fire gimme that which I desire…!
Carmilla bolted up from bed, panting, as her alarm continued blaring out her go-to Metallica song. Stumbling across the room she found her cell phone (what was it doing over here…?) and turned off her alarm. Shaking the fuzziness from her head she breathed a sigh of… relief… would one deem that the correct word? She was just dreaming about Laura. This wasn't good, though. She was falling hard for that honey blonde cheerleader and the fact Laura had no recollection of their past and how their lives are intertwined really bothered Carmilla.
The sun was glaring down on the field as the band campers stopped to do another take in their formation. Day 2 of week 1 and already Carmilla was feeling the 3-a-day practices throughout her body. The weight of the alto saxophone added to the already heavy emotional weight on her shoulders. Her mind was flying with thoughts of Laura… of the brief kiss after their night of star-gazing on the beach… of the completely R-rated dream she was having about her favorite cheerleader earlier this morning. Lost in thought, Carmilla completely missed her mark in the new formation and marched backwards into a cheerleader waiting on the sidelines.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't touch me, dyke!" spat SJ. Carmilla stood up, checking her alto sax for damage, as Betty sauntered up to her and pushed her down again. "You know, you should learn to stay with your own kind. You band geeks are nothing more than the scum of the earth. You belong on the ground, at our feet."
Feeling her anger boil inside, Carmilla was in mid-reply when Betty suddenly joined her on the ground, wincing. "Hey, Tits for Hire, if you ever lay a hand on my friend, or any other person again, you will sorely regret it." A feeling of relief washed over Carmilla. Danny to the rescue again. She was thankful for the intervention… only Danny knew how unpredictable Carmilla's response to this type of situation could be. They both knew she suffered PTSD from the crash. Pulling Carmilla up, Danny cast one final glare at the two cheerleaders before walking off.
"I know I don't have to say it... but thanks, Xena," Carmilla quietly said. Danny just looked straight ahead, waiting for Carmilla to finish. "All I could see was red… I felt all of this rage bottled up inside of me about to unleash… I don't know what I might have done, Dan… I really don't."
Nodding, Danny gave Carmilla a side hug. "Dude, I know. I could tell by your body language. You aren't here today… I'm not sure what, or WHO, is clouding your mind today but you have got to get yourself together. We need you to lead us and if you aren't here mentally as well as physically then we don't stand a chance to win the summer competition and I'll be damned if we lose just because we weren't mentally checked in."
Carmilla sighed and nodded. She knew Danny was right. She also knew that she needed time alone to recharge and get control of her emotions.
Walking into the room she shared with Danny, Carmilla took a quick shower and dressed in her signature look - dark jeans, dark shirt, dark pants - all black. Like the way her soul felt most of the time. Slinging her backpack over her left shoulder, she grabbed her car keys and hurried out the door. Arriving at the skatepark, Carmilla felt a sense of familiarity wash over her. Today wasn't about skating… no. Today was about being at her favorite place… in her element… listening to the waves crash against the seawall… feeling the vibrations in the bowl she sat a top from the skaters practicing their moves. Being alone, the way she liked it when she was feeling so… emotionally vulnerable. Opening her Moleskine, Carmilla took a deep breath and began writing the words that had been nagging her mind and pulling on her heart strings all day.
Have you seen that girl
That everybody says I used to be
Have you seen that girl
Where along the way did I lose me?
Have you seen that girl
She was full of life
Looked on the brighter side
If it was worth a chance she'd take it
Said that life is what you make it