Relapse Part One Fake David Bowie Song
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Rolling together on the blue-haired almost-too-cute-to-be-jailbait teen girl's bed, Cherise smelling like baby powder and raw cookie dough and Cammie, Cammie Lane of the uncertain-of-his-preference boyfriend and long brown hair in two loose southern braids, the older of the two ruffled the cropped head of aquamarine-blue hair, smiling and giggling. "You dirty little thing!" The two sang out in unison, chuckling and romping around and messing up all the covers to Liam Lynch on Cherise's portable stereo. "Eclipse me!"
Cherise flipped the taller girl over on her back, counting the freckles that spotted the bridge of her nose and tugging on the too-short too-tight pink pajama top that she had let her borrow, as a friend, so that she swore she saw Tachibana's ex-girlfriend blush, then laugh, pulling her down with the sweetest look she thought she'd ever seen.
"In cryogenic sleep. . ."
Cherise just giggled and snuggled up to her flat belly, tucking her head under the older girl's chin. Cammie laid one arm across her back, smiling and craning her neck to get a better look at her close-best friend's face, her powder blue eyes that weren't so uncommon anyway and actually were kind of the same color as her chop-cut hair, which was different, kind of.
And that was more than he had ever done.
"Oh Lord, I'm freezing. . ."