Enjoy chapter 3, friends!

NSFW WARNING JUST IN CASE

"And you don't think this is weird?"

"No, not really. Her bands been on fire lately! No pun intended."

But this is the same argument that Sadness and Joy have been having for the past week. It seems Sadness is just being her usual, negative self, "Carissa usually answers us instantly and lately she just doesn't."

"She's had band practice all week! The same band practice we're on our way too because she invited us?"

"I know but-"

Joy sighs, hands tightly latched to her hips, "I don't get you. You keep nitpicking every little thing within their relationship to the point where you're over analyzing every detail and creating this...insane idea that it means they're breaking up. What is with you?"

"It's just that, they've been together since middle school. That's a long time and I worry that something could go wrong."

"Not to get negative on you, but you can argue that things can and will go wrong in every situation. It doesn't mean the end of the world. Relationships aren't perfect either but that doesn't mean they have to break up. Mom and dad argue sometimes too, but they're still in love. So can you just, maybe chill for five minutes? Because it would really help us all out."

"Yo!" Calls Anger from the controls, "She's arrived at Claire's! Time to break off your little meeting and hop to it with us."

Riley genuinely enjoys whenever she's invited to Carissa's band practice. The atmosphere is always chill, the music is great and it usually gives her a chance to read or doodle in her notebook while they play. Lately, the band has branched out; they play much more than the typical punk vibes. It could be a large reason they're booking more and more gigs in the area. Their sound is eclectic. It's something to be proud of.

Riley is scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed, her entire body vibrating with how loud the music is, but soon a hush will fall over the room when John grunts in distaste, "The cords aren't working- can we take a break? I want to try and work on this."

"I need a cigarette break anyway." And Carissa is dropping her drumsticks atop her set, "Claire, babe, you guys wanna' come?"

Claire waves her off with a, "I'm good right now, thanks. I'm just gonna have a water."

And Riley smiles, "My mom is worried with how often I smell like smoke that I'm picking up the habit so I'll stay in," But she'll playfully stick out her tongue.

To which Carissa will mimic, right before kissing her girlfriend gently, "Be right back."

But the minute Carissa is out the door, Claire comes to sit beside Riley, "So, lately I'm sure you've noticed we're pushin' that alternative kinda' vibe with our music a little- you know to kinda' give us some diversity."

"Yeah." Riley put's her phone down, reaches down into the cooler on the floor by the couch and pulls out two waters. One for her and the other for Claire.

"Thanks. Anyway, we have this idea, but I'm struggling a little. But Carissa tells me you've always got interesting ideas- whether you're baked or not."

The two girls crack up with the biggest smile, but Riley will admit that fact confidently, "Yeah, I guess so- why? What exactly are you struggling with?"

"So the basic idea will be about this little girl who's got this weird space alien friend sort of, right? And she travels with him. But we want it to be obscure, so we're looking to figure out this things name and what it looks like so we can get something catchy going- I plan to draw it so I can make it our album cover. But this idea is going to be the theme of the album as a whole. Like, each song is about them. Any ideas?"

"I don't have any ideas!" Fear dramatically drops his head forward with a groan, "I'm so fried lately with all of those damn essays we've been writing!"

But Joy, who remains silent is beaming. She runs towards the back of the room to reach for a light bulb which she promptly sticks right in the desk.

"What the fuck, you're not even going to ask any of us what we think about the damn idea first?" Anger is quite offended.

"Trust me, I think you guys will like. Besides...it's about time we pay our respects to a good ol' pal of ours." She's smiling big and bright while the others stare in confusion.

"Okay, well little kids have great imaginations, they're obscure without even meaning to." Riley begins, "So she has this animal like alien friend. Like he's a mixture of different animals here on earth so that people can picture him clearly. Say he's part elephant, part dolphin and part cat."

"Go on." Claire is certainly interested.

"But...he's also made partially of cotton candy, right? And if he cries, he cries candy tears. A child's dream."

"Holy shit, I love it- so describe this guy a little."

"Okay well, his hands, body, and head are cotton candy pink- he's got an elephant trunk right? And ears that almost look like floppy dog ears- shrunken elephant ears if you will. And his feet are Striped and resemble cat paws too- he's got white whispers, and he speaks fluent English, but sometimes he communicates with dolphin sounds. Dresses kinda dapper, but old timey dapper."

"Jesus Christ, Riley- hit the bong more often this is great- so what makes him visit this girl?"

"...Because her dream is to build a rocket, and go to the moon. So he wants to help her get there and go with her- it becomes her dream too."

"Okay...now we just need a name."

And as if a light bulb is going off inside her head she utters, "Sling Song...Bling Bo-" And turns to Claire, "How about Bing Bong?" Thank goodness for the bong comment, otherwise she might not ever have come up with such an out there name!

The look of satisfaction on the girl's face says it all, "Bing Bong it is. I think that's perfect, Riley."

So maybe there are heavy emotions at headquarters right now. It'd been years since they heard about that familiar character. Fear turns to his companion with a genuine grin, "Wow, Joy, that...that was the sweetest thing you just did for him."

And maybe Joy is a little bit misty. After all, she experienced his death first hand. Maybe it still effects her a little. They developed a bond in that few days together, and...she misses him, "Thank you. I thought, you know, it might be nice to...pay our respects. Now, at least he gets to take Riley to the moon through music."

Disgust nods, turning her attention back to the main screen, "I think that's beautiful, Joy. Really beautiful."

Later that night, Riley is walking alongside Carissa, her arm around her girlfriends hips and she sighs; head up against Carissa's shoulder.

"What's up, dork? You seem kinda' down."

"Oh, oh nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"Yeah? Go on, I'm listening."

"When was the last time we had alone time together?"

'I'm starting to think she's not attracted to us.'

'Oh relax, she totally is, she made so many lewd comments about us in front of her band mates today we're fine'

Carissa laughs a little, light and breathy, "Okay, I get it, my babe wants some alone time with her girl. So how about this weekend? Let's go out. Anywhere you want."

"Okay, well, I'm feeling cozy. How about a Walking Dead binge at your place?"

And once again, Carissa is laughing, "Did my girl just invite me to some Netflix and chill?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Carissa isn't the only one laughing now, "Call me a cheap date, but I like when we watch shows together."

"No, no I'm totally down. I'm at my dads place this weekend, and he's working the stadium this weekend because Adele is playing, so we can be as loud as we want." There's a little bit of a pause before Carissa finds the courage to add, "...Hey bring some pajamas, why don't you spend the night? Come home with me Friday after school, and you can go home on Saturday. Think your parents will be cool with it?"

'HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!'

'CALM DOWN, FEAR'

'WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SEX- SHE'S HINTING AT SEX'

'BREATHE, FEAR, BREATHE, IT'S FINE!'

"I...may have to embellish and say your dad's gonna be home and whatever, but I'm sure I could get the okay."

By this point, Fear is doing his breathing exercises in his seat, all of the emotions tending to him, while Disgust remains in her seat. Starring at the main screen and watching Riley bid her girlfriend goodbye with a lingering kiss before going inside to pop the important question.

Anger will turn his attention to Disgust first, and the others will follow him, "The hell's with you, Disgust? What are you so focused on?"

After a moment she responds, teeth gritted as she stands, breathing heavy, "Oh I want that girl to bend me over her bed so she can finger fuck me so hard I can't remember my damn name."

The other emotions stare at each other. It's a weird mix of discomfort and agreement filling the room. Yeah, they were all thinking it, but none of them had the balls to say it. So Joy just nods, clearing her throat, "Well, we don't even know if that's why she wants us to spend the night."

No, Disgust doesn't want to hear it, "Are you kidding me, Joy? She's never invited us over when her parents weren't going to be home. She only ever does when they're there. She's fucking Riley this weekend."

"She has a point." Anger adds, "She made a point to mention that her dad wouldn't be home. That wasn't by chance at all. I think we're finally taking the next step. And they're both seventeen, they're old enough to consent to one another, so it might be time to start thinking about this. We're...we're going to be having sex. Together."

That's enough for fear to begin hyperventilating again, "Oh god, this is too much!"

But Sadness is patting his back gently, keeping his hand held tight in hers, "Sex is supposed to be amazing, but she may not...you know...be good at it. Anything can happen, let's just make sure we all go through it together and are comfortable."

"That means you, Fear." And while Anger is the one who brought it to light, all of the others are looking at him, "Don't blow this for us by holding us back."

"Anger!" Fear knows putting the pressure on will only make it worse, "Listen, Fear, it's totally okay to be scared. We've never done this before. it'll be our first time, and it's new. But Carissa cares about us. She wouldn't do anything we didn't want her to do."

"But she's..."

"She's what, Fear?"

"She's never said the L word."

"Riley hasn't either." She rebuttals rather confidently, "That's okay too, they might be too afraid to say it- or they may even be waiting for the right moment. You know, to be sure. But even if it's not said yet, it's very clear that they both care for each other very much. And Carissa won't pressure Riley, and we won't pressure her either. You aren't going through this alone, okay? We're all here for you. But the others are right, let's try to let the insecurities go. We're going to be alone together with no eyes to judge us. It's going to be wonderful."

But if Joy is hoping for a romantic first time, she will be severely disappointed.

Because Riley's racing hormones made it difficult to get through the entire week of school. And Friday felt like the longest day in history. In her ninth period class, her leg bounces uncontrollably waiting for that bell to ring, and the minute it does, she doesn't even hold back to say goodbye to her friends. Oh no, she runs to her locker, grabs her skateboard, and tosses her binders in before slamming the locker shut.

Outside, stands her girlfriend, dressed in a tight fitting Aries on Fire t-shirt, a pair of lightwash skinny jeans and black docs. Her hair is gelled to one side, her sides freshly buzzed. She winks.

Another word doesn't have to be uttered. They both know exactly what's happening tonight. But it isn't being said outwardly. It doesn't have to be, they know. And they're tired of waiting.

'I can't believe it's finally happening.'

'God, I want her to tear us in fucking half.'

It's so quiet when they enter the house, nothing but the sound of the ticking clock in the living room, "Hey, I'm gonna' go put my shit in your room, meet you up there, babe?" Riley's low key terrified. She can't believe what might be happening tonight, but at the same time, she's never been more ready for anything.

Carissa is grinning from ear to ear, "Yeah, I'll order a pizza so we can get ready to catch up on some Walking Dead."

"Okay, guys, I need everyone to focus." Joy takes a breath, sitting back in her seat, "Disgust is right. This is actually happening and I need everyone to be ready for anything."

"I-I'm still a little nervous, Joy." Fear can't help it.

But Anger is tired of waiting, "I don't care how fucking nervous you are! You're not blowing this for for me, pal! We've wanted this for a year and a half now, and I'm not waiting another day for this!"

"Guys, relax!" Joy raises both hands up to dismiss the chatter, "We just need to focus and remember to listen to Riley's body. We have to work with it...okay? So everyone, take a minute to take a deep breath, let go of all insecurity, and pay attention to her body and Carissa. We're going to be fine."

Really, it's a nice evening together. They laugh over pizza, and get upset over character deaths together, even discuss theories for next season. By the time they finish up the episodes, it's 10:45 PM. Riley, laying on her side, flicks Carissa's nose.

"Owwww!' And she laughs hysterically covering her face dramatically.

"Oh, my poor baby, do you need to go to the hospital?!" But she's laughing too, "You'll be fine, fag, I didn't even flick it that hard."

"I have a sensitive nose, asshole!"

"Since when?!"

"Since now!"

And now the two teens are laying on their backs cracking up. It can't be helped. They're in a goofy mood. But Riley is the first to calm down and sigh, "So, think we've met our Netflix quota for the day? Now what?"

Carissa sits up, staring straight ahead as she grabs for the laptop to close it, and place it on the floor beside the bed.

'Oh god, she moved the laptop. This is it. It's happening.'

'I'm gonna' throw up.'

'Take us!'

'I hope we don't smell bad.'

And so Riley sits up, unsure of what Carissa is thinking, "Everything oka-"

The question doesn't leave Riley's lips because as quickly as she sits up, Carissa's hand is placed to her chest, and she pushes her right back down. And before that motion can be processed by the other, she climbs over, straddles Riley, hands pressed to her hips, and sliding up to her shoulders, "Don't play dumb."

Already, Riley's heart is stopping.

"Let's play, gorgeous." And before anything else can said, she leans right down, closing the gap between them. The kissing is fierce, fiery. Her teeth sinking into her partners lower lip, forcing the two apart, her tongue tracing right along the parted lips.

Riley can only whimper, gasp when her lips are forced apart, and her tongue matches Carissa's following it. She does the only thing she can manage to process. Her trembling fingers reach for Carissa's jeans plucking the button free, lowering the zipper.

"Oh no, baby." She starts, grabbing a handful of Riley's hair and pulling her up just a little.

"O-oh shit-" She has no words, this is a rush unlike any other.

"You don't get to do that yet."Carissa let's go of that hair as quickly as she'd grabbed it, hands reaching for Riley's shirt and pulling it right up and off, not bothering to watch where it lands. She's too busy sitting back and up now, looking right at her lover while she slowly reaches for the bottom of her own shirt, and lifts it over her head, allowing the garment to drop to the floor.

Riley, now leaning up on her elbows is in awe. Where can she put her mouth first? Her chest alone makes her mouth water.

But Carissa is greeting her again, their bare stomachs pressed together, "Riley?" Long, thin fingers work at Riley's jeans, slip themselves inside her panties with such an ease, "I'm going to make you sing for me." And they're stroking slowly, gently, "Are you going to sing for me?"

She can only gasp, her eyes giving a pleading gaze, breath heavy, "H-hh- yeah-h-" Oh, how needy she must sound.

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah-h-!"

"You're going to sing for me?" And with a deliciously satisfied look on her face, one finger slips right inside her, "You'll sing for me?"

And one of Riley's hands comes up to cover her mouth, a breathy, high pitched mess. Her eyes rolling back on their own accord as she feels herself tighten just a little, convulsing around that one finger like a true virgin.

"Ooh, look at you, such a good girl for me. Already singing beautifully. And so fucking wet."

"O-Oh fuck-hme-h-"

"Don't you worry, sweetheart." She utters right against Riley's ear with the sweetest sigh, "We're going to play together all night."