Olivia was coming out of a tunnel. The kind you walk through at an amusement park or fair where the walls around you rotate, and you could swear the ground was too. Her eyes blinked open and she stumbled to find the ground under her hands, glancing around as objects slowly formed edges and sounds that her ears had been picking up, finally registered. People were... cheering. Why? She frowned and slowly tried to recall where she even was- what just happened? Two hands grabbed her right arm and lifted her up right as her reality came crashing back and a deep longing overcame her for the lips that had so abruptly left hers… She was stood up and pulled through cheering and clapping schoolmates by Maria, who was not the person she had just been kissing.
Olivia stumbled into the room Maria had led her to and tried to steady herself on a chair back as she asked, "Where is Viola?" but promptly found the chair unreliable as it wobbled and then tipped under her hand, with her upper body heading diagonally down and bouncing off the side of a bed, nearly landing face first onto the hardwood floor. Maria yelled at her and tried to stifle a laugh as she ran over to help. "Ufff," Olivia frustratedly found her way upright with Maria's help, both sat leaning against the bed now succumbing to a small shared laugh. Olivia put both her hands over her face and moaned and then asked what happened. Maria took a breath and responded, "Viola ran...somewhere. I couldn't let you sit there with everyone staring and cheering, ugh." Olivia didn't feel like she gained much information from that.
"But... I was kissing Viola?" She asked. She remembered as much, but couldn't recall why. Her fingertips touched her lips as she waited for answers.
"Uh, ya Liv, how drunk did you get? Please don't tell me you blacked out and forgot all that, because no one else is going to. Not to mention it looked like it was," Maria scoffed with a mix of jealousy and awe, "..damn good." Olivia didn't say anything or even look at her. She hadn't forgotten it, and the vision and feelings washed over her so intensely she was worried the girl next to her would be able to experience it with her. She held her breath to try to keep it to herself but her heart pounded in her chest at the recollection of the kiss… she had been drinking too much. The memory was fuzzy already and she was angry at herself for it because it was 'damn good.' Never had her lips been caressed with so much desire by something so soft. And it was exactly how a kiss should be- it started off slow and cautious and built like an orchestra's perfect crescendo, hearts and breaths in accelerando. And at first it seemed like those lips were all she would ever need, until, and she couldn't clearly remember when, it became the entirety of both their mouths, but nothing about it was messy, just, hot. She had been sitting on the ground with her hands reaching up to grasp at this master of makeout. She remembered her entire face felt warm, and the warmth drifted down her body and turned her on then as it was again now, until it just stopped. Like stepping off a cliff. And there was the tunnel, as the lips disappeared, and she fell.