Here's chapter 2! What do you guys think of Riley's high school persona so far? Adding a NSFW warning just in case! As always, feel free to leave your feedback and thoughts! :)

'The party's so fun!'

'Yeah but we lost twice during smash brothers and I'm fucking pissed!'

'Who cares?! Carissa is playing a set with the band and she's killin' it!'

Riley, with a cheap, half finished beer nursed in her hand is watching her girlfriend on the drums, her eyes just as lovesick as the day Carissa first entered her English class years ago. Some things never change. But an unfamiliar voice will break her focus, "She's a screamer on stage, but in real life that girl wouldn't hurt a fly if it was about to bite her."

Riley turns to see a girl shorter than her by at least four inches or more, standing with her dark brown hair in a very messy bun, with thick bangs and wisps of hair framing the sides of her face. Her glasses are black, winged, and sparkle faintly in the corners. Her winged eyeliner both above and below her eye are thick, clad in deep forest green dress and covered in at least six necklaces of varying lengths, rings on almost every finger, and holding a diet coke in a glass bottle is smiling as she stares with the same affection Riley does. Only her gaze is on the lead singer, "But if that fly were about to hurt one of her friends, then it'll certainly feel her wrath." She turns, her gaze meeting Riley's, "You must be Riley! Claire and I gush over you and Carissa all the time when she sends her snapchats of you two, I'm Shannon."

"Oh! Yeah, I thought you seemed kind of familiar. You're Claire's girlfriend, I think I follow you on tumblr actually- it's nice to meet you." She reaches to shake the other's hand gently.

'Is this girl a witch? She looks like a witch.'

'That would be so cool!'

'You guys are idiots! What the hell makes you think she's a witch, witches aren't real!'

"Likewise." Shannon takes a swig of her soda, sighs deeply after she swallows, "Those two are inseparable, but they clash a lot." She waves her occupied hand dismissively at the two girls preforming in the far corner of the room, "You know, Carissa's a Scorpio, so she's really stubborn in her ways and refuses to see when she's wrong...whereas Claire is an Aries. So she's fiery- passionate. But when they argue, her anger is not to be bargained with. I can handle Claire when she's angry because I'm a Pisces...like you." And she smiles once again, "So I douse the flames, makes it easier for us to communicate rather than get angry! But we're cusping on each others signs so that helps too. If we weren't, we probably wouldn't be very compatible at all."

'Oh no- what if Scorpio and Pisces don't work?! Should we ask her?'

'Well if she's a witch she'll know right?'

'SHE'S NOT A WITCH YOU IDIOTS!'

But the paranoia and the curiosity will get the best of Riley, "Um, so out of curiosity...how compatible are a Pisces and a Scorpio, Shannon? Be honest." But she's on her toes waiting to hear.

"No worries, Riley." Shannon giggles, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, "Scorpio and Pisces work extremely well together. Because where's she's stubborn, you aren't. You won't argue with her because we're not a confrontational sign, so when she gets like that...it'll be easy for her to calm down and see the error of her ways because you don't provoke it."

"You're smart with this, how do you know all of this?"

"Past relationship experiences with different astrological signs- I read the charts sometimes, I'm just intuitive I guess."

She looks to Claire again, and as two girls eyes lock, within that gaze is enough emotion to nearly overpower the room, "Aries and Pisces aren't meant to be. Fire and water together? That's a big hell no. But we both fall on either the end or beginning of each others. Because of that, we have a little of both signs in us- that makes us soulmates."

'I call bullshit.'

'Oh, come on, Anger! I think that's really romantic.'

"How long have you two been together?"

"Well we've known each other for two years...but since we tied the knot? A year next month."

Somehow that lifts Riley's mood further. Hearing that not only the laws of nature make her and Carissa compatible, but that there's another girl her age who thinks long term about her relationship. Who says you need to date others before you seal a knot with someone? Riley is certain that Carissa is the only girl she will ever want. Shannon filled her with even more hope. Carissa is the one. No matter what her paranoia may tell her late at night.

When Carissa's band finishes their set. Their bassist is the first to speak. And behind his long, lovely, luscious locks he utters, "Okay, when are we doing drugs?"

That certainly prompts Jordan to sit up from the couch, "Right now, Anthony brought the weed and we're about to pack the bowl so anyone who's in, come over here."

Carissa stepping beside Riley, drapes her arm over her shoulder, "You wanna' bake, babe?"

"Of course we are." Disgust is always for it. But it will always be a debate.

"Agreed!" Anger begins, "It chills out Mr. I'm-Scared-Of-The-Dark over there."

It's Sadness, ironically enough who's the only one to be skeptical of it all, "But it also makes him more paranoid and makes Riley overthink."

But Joy doesn't want things to turn sour so fast. After all, tonight's been great so far! There's no room for any of that, "Only if she smokes alone. In a group like this she's great. And we're going to smoke later in private with Carissa."

"Since when?" Disgust quirks an eyebrow, "That wasn't on the schedule we wrote up earlier, why are we gonna' break away from the party to light up privately?"

Joy shuts down, looking nothing short of embarrassed.

Anger recognizes that look, "...You want to fuck her!"

"A-Anger!" Those golden hands are not covering her very lit up face.

"It's way too soon." Sadness adds, "We can't yet!"

"I'm in." Disgust is smirking, looking at the main screen, "I'm thirsty for that babe to let us grind on her-"

"Okay! Okay, guys, please!" Fear will quiet down the room, thankfully, "Enough with the TMI's. Besides, if we smoke enough we'll just get tired. So let's play it by ear. I might have to agree with Sadness on this one. Her body is definitely ready, but I think it would be better...not during a party. or at Jordan's house."

Joy finally uncovers her face to sigh, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. So let's just sit down, take a few hits, eat a whole pizza and laugh at stupid things like we always do!"

The very potent, skunky smell is filling the basement rapidly as that bowl is passed around, and eventually, from Jordan, it's handed to Riley.

'Guys, are you sure? We kill so many bain ce-'

'Sadness, we need less of you right now.'

'Harsh, Disgust, she's just concerned.'

'Well, screw it! We're just going to end up high anyway because there's so much smoke floating around the room!'

The bowl is brought to Riley's lips. For her, this is second nature. Okay, so maybe when she was younger she absolutely pledged never to drink under age or touch a single drug. But is marijuana really that bad? It's legal in the state, so what does it matter? Right? This is something she doesn't regret. Falling into the stoner crowd that really isn't it's own thing so much in recent days with how popular it's become. She sits up, leans slightly forward and she flicks the lighter.

One very, very deep inhale is taken. And the bowl is passed to Carissa as she's exhaling a large cloud of smoke, only coughing a little bit towards the end. Already she's feeling the effects, and she's leaning back into the couch. Completely relaxed and void of most thoughts.

The stereo is turned up by Jordan just as Carissa takes her hit, and without a word, her hands grasp Riley's face, and pull their lips together. Waiting for her girlfriend's lips to part, which prompts her to slowly exhale into her mouth.

With a little whimper of content, she's inhaling the secondhand hit. Pulling away from those lips only to exhale it. That act alone, has nearly transformed Riley into a puddle.

Jordan is laughing at the mere sight of it, "You guys are so gay."

Carl who's already taken at least six hits since the night began, cracks up, "Carissa's gayer though, she's practically a dude."

To which his best female friend raises her middle finger in his direction, "And I could beat you into next year if you challenge me."

"Right now, I think an infant could beat you."

"Infants aren't legal to fight...what?"

That's enough for everyone to burst out laughing this time.

"I want to eat an entire pizza. A pizza, just for me. Ugh, we're a pig. Is the pizza here yet?" Disgust is leaning back in her seat.

Headquarters has become clouded, the room almost fogging up. Including the main screen.

Joy is grinning, "I could order a pizza!"

"Didn't Jordan order a pizza?" Fear gasps, "What if he forgot? Do you think he forgot? What if there's no food? Could you imagine...just...just imagine. Imagine f-for a second if all...of...the...FOOD." With his hands being thrown forward, he turns in his seat to look at the other emotions, "...Vaniiiiiished." That's whispered.

Strangely enough, Anger is giggling at the statement, "Food doesn't vanish, dummy...it goes on vacation."

"But where would it go?!"

Disgust knows, "My guess is somewhere away from people- a cruise! It goes on a cruise and eats people. We eat food, so on vacation, food eats us."

"it's true." Sadness adds, "You could argue that...we eat all this processed food that makes our bodies sick that...food eats us every single day."

The entire room silences. The emotions starting at Sadness with wide eyes. It seems at the same time, everyone has had an epiphany, and they are completely mind blown.

"...Holy shit."

For the most part the remainder of the party consists of most of the teenagers passing along the bowl to take their chance at it or hand it off if they've had enough. All of which being done while they stuff their faces and watch B level horror movies. And even to the very few kids at the party who are in fact sober, it's a great time filled with a lot of unnecessary cackling and commentary. To Riley, it's the perfect birthday celebration for the big one seven. But the 'you're officially legally old enough to give consent' joke stopped being funny after the first mention. But receiving a gift from Carl gifted to both her and Carissa that consisted of nothing more than a pair of scissors? Priceless. It'd been a very subtle lesbian-esque joke that had been presented beautifully. If anyone else had dared to do that, she absolutely would have been offended. But Carl is one of her closest friends, both her and Carissa knew it was all in good fun...and they can't deny that it was pretty clever.

And while Riley spent the remainder of the party taking at least 6 hits in total, she's leaving the bash only half baked. Carissa grabs hold of her girl's wrist gently, a pack of smokes in hand as they're darting out the door with quick goodbye's to the remaining guests.

'I really wish Carissa wouldn't smoke. It's so bad for you and she's going to kill herself.'

'I think it's sexy.'

'Won't be so sexy when she's dead.'

As they're headed down the street, the cigarette is lit between her shaky fingers, and her free hand is laced with Riley's, "That was a sick party."

"Fuck yeah. Your band killed it tonight."

"You're biased."

"Even if I am, I wasn't the only one who thought so!" She's quick to check her phone before adding, "Met Claire's girlfriend. We talked for a bit."

"Oh yeah? And what'd she say? You like her?"

"Yeah, I like her." But that isn't exactly the reason she's bringing this up, "She told me our astrological signs are really compatible."

That prompts Carissa to pause as she takes the final inhale of her smoke before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under her boot, "Damn straight we are. Our kissing chemistry is..." Before continuing the sentence, she's pulling Riley in close by her waist. Her grip is tight, firm, "Fucking unbeatable." And as subtly as possible, she's slowly allowing her head to drop, parted lips sighing against Riley's neck, "And I know you're damn aware of that." But no. Oh no, she won't kiss that vulnerable neck. No, she'll be sinking her teeth in- latching onto her skin, suckling harshly on that now sensitive spot.

And Riley will hiss, the gentlest whimper passing her lips. Her feet turn in, and her whole body trembles. Just that, alone, is enough to set her off. That bit of pain mixed with that gentle little tickle- she can't bare it, "Fuck, why do you dothistome-?"

Carissa, who's head draws back and allows her lips to pull away with a loud pop, "Because I love the way you look when you need something bad." And she laughs, her fingers pushing through Riley's hair enough to push her hat right off her head.

Riley scoffs, catching her hat rather swiftly from behind, "I could do it to you."

"Could not."

"Why not? Aren't you attracted to me?"

"Absolutely." She's already walking past her. But she'll stop again to turn and face her with a devilish grin, "But you? Wanna' be a sub."

'We've never...how- how does she know that's what we think about?!'

"I can feel it, Riley. You want me to have complete control over you."

'How does she know that?!'

That's enough to not only further stir her, but cause her face to turn red. God, she's thankful it's dark out. She'd surely be caught in her state of both embarrassment and excitement, "Maybe I want to control you." If she smirks, will she pass as the opposite?

"Oh, babe." With her hands being pushed into her back pockets, she flips her hair back away from her eyes, "I love a challenge."

In this moment, Riley thinks she's won. That she's flustered Carissa enough to hide that little secret, that Carissa seemed to just...know. She gets Riley so well, doesn't she?

But Riley hasn't won. Because Carissa is striding forward again, until she's close enough to her girlfriend for their noses to touch. She parts her lips yet again with a gentle breath, her gaze nothing but sweet. Until, quick as a flash, her hand reaches back to grab a decent bit of Riley's hair roughly, and her face changes to a look depicting nothing but dominance, "But you won't be. I'll tell you to scream that you're mine, and I know you'll do it. For me. Like a good girl."

'Sweet baby Jesus, take us right here.' Cool it Disgust.

Riley is speechless, "Carissa-"

"So tell me." She begins, "How are you feeling right now? You're baked and looking at me like I'm a piece of meat."

She can only manage one word which she stutters to say, "H-Heightened."

The two will spend the next hour pressed against the window of the closed Starbucks, kissing furiously, and pawing at each other like two animals in heat.

But it won't go any further than that. To them? The anticipation will only make it more exciting. But they're mutually aware that it's not meant to be tonight. But could it be?

...Are they soulmates?