And without further interruptions...let's move on, shall we? Enjoy chapter 4 of High School is a Fucking Mess! :)

MASSIVE NSFW WARNING. SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW.

The emotions are sitting back in their chairs. Their eyes are wide, blinking slowly. They are simply glued to their seats in awe.

Disgust is actually fanning herself, "My god, get me a cigarette that was incredible." As quickly as it's uttered the main screen shuts down. Riley has passed out- so quickly and deeply enough that no dreams activate on the screen.

Anger let's out a heavy breath, "Fuck, the way she talked to us.I could hardly take it."

Fear? His voice is weak, shy as ever as he dares to question, "Sh-She's not dreaming, Joy...d-d'you think maybe we could, you know, replay what just happened? Just the good parts-"

He's cut off by Disgust, "Oh, start from when she was whispering in Riley's ear!"

Joy is in such a state of euphoria that she's more than happy to playback the evenings events, in portions at least.

All of Riley's emotions lean forward in their seats. They watch it replay.

'Are you my good girl, Riley?'

'Yes-'

'Yeah?'

'Yes, yes I'm your good girl!'

The sound of a loud smack, right against her bare flesh. 'Say it, baby!'

'Unh- I'm your good girl!'

There's that seductive laughter, it's driving her crazy, "Yeah-' That deliciously sexy grin, "Yeah, you're my good girl, Riley!'

They have to pause, they need a moment. But Disgust? Absolutely not, she wants more, "Hey! Keep playing it!"

Fast forward. Her favorite part.

The view is of the pillows momentarily. Riley, is so clearly, bent over the mattress. She is nearly screaming in ecstasy.

'O-ohfuck-h! Ohfuck, Carissa!'

'God you're so good at fucking my fingers.' The sound of her voice, her teeth must be gritted 'Fuck my fingers, baby. Fuck them.'

Then Riley's vision turns, it's confirmed. She's looking right at her lover. Letting out, lusty, satisfied whimpers with every breath.

'Say my name, kitten.'

"O-ohh, Carissa.' a scream- she's added a third finger, and it's much harder. It's deeper, "CARISSA-'

'Oh, did I find it? Did i find the spot that's going to make you cum for me?'

Fast forward.

Screaming. They're both screaming. A loud buzzing permeating. Riley's knees are bent, Carissa, perched above her. They are sharing it. The highest setting.

This is Joy's favorite part.

Screaming- crying out together. They do it together.

They orgasm together and collapse on one another, sweaty and glazed over with satisfaction unlike anything they've ever experienced. And as they catch their breath, the kissing is continued. And it is feverish, hungry- it's pornographic.

Paused.

Sadness, for once, though negative, is surprisingly uplifting, "The only thing that sucks now is it's over. Wish we could do it again."

"Oh we are definitely doing it again." Disgust interjects matter-of-factly, "We are so doing it again. As often as possible."

"Doing it too much will make it less and less good."

"Oh, shut up, it will not! We masturbate all the time and it's still good every time! Relax, Sadness. Let's not kill the vibe."

There's a silence. A very long pause in the room. It's deafening. At least until Joy finally continues the conversation, "Do you know what? I'm exhausted."

That's enough for everyone to laugh and agree. They need sleep. Everything that just happened took a lot out of them. A lot of energy has been exerted. Not only that, but every emotion felt...nearly everything in the world at once.

This had been Riley's first time being intimate with anyone. Nearly every feeling had been overwhelming. Enough to exhaust her and her emotions. This could be continued tomorrow. For now? It's time for everyone to recharge.

The sound of chatter outside of the building is what stirs her. She wakes slowly, according to the clock on Carissa's nightstand it's 12:15 PM. She stretches. Their clothes sprawled out all over the floor, she grins with groggy eyes recalling last night.

"Morning, dork."

She turns, greeted by an equally groggy face with a sleepy, crooked smile, "Morning, babe."

They're drawn to each other instantaneously for the good morning kiss.

"What times'it?" Carissa inquires.

"A little after 12."

The gutter punk stretches too now, leans up on her elbows, "I slept so good, what about you?"

Now she'll turn on her side, confident enough not to worry that the comforter only covers up to her hips, "Honestly? I slept like a log. I passed the fuck out, like, instantly."

"Yeah, me too." A laugh, "Jesus Christ, you worked me over last night. You we're...fuck."

"Oh don't even get me started!" Playfully she will shove Carissa, "I didn't know my voice could get that loud, like shit, you ever do this before?"

"Nah, but I watch a lotta' porn."

Now they're both hysterical.

'So she doesn't always think of us when she's touching herself?'

'We'd have no right to be upset! We do it too- so relax, Sadness.'

'I know, Joy, but still.'

'Relax!'

"So I'm gonna shower, and then when I'm finished." Delicate fingers will push through Riley's bedhead soothingly, "You can shower, and I'll make us something to eat in the meantime."

She can only smile big, brave another kiss, "Deal." Riley watches her girlfriend climb out of bed. Admires her naked form as she pulls on a pair of tight fitting boxers, the pair that'd been carelessly tossed to the floor the previous night. She'll be caught staring. Carissa will merely shake her head as she exits.

The sound of the shower can be heard faintly from across the hall. Her bedroom is nice and airy, the sun is shining today. Riley turns onto her back with a heavy sigh. Over and over she replays the scenes from last night in her mind. God, it was everything she'd wanted and then some. Can Carissa really be that perfect for her? Are soulmates real? It certainly seems that way. Her thoughts will meander when her phone can be heard vibrating against the nightstand. A text from her best friend.

[text: Amanda]: Hey girly! It's a gorgeous day! Wanna' hit the pier and hang at the beach? I can be there in half an hour or we can meet at the pier.

[text: Riley]: Meeting would be better if you're still down in two or three hours

[text: Riley]: ...Spent the night at Carissa's without her dad home

[text: Amanda]: HOLY SHIT

[text: Amanda]: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

[text: Amanda]: DID YOU GUYS...?!

Riley can only giggle and shake her head. Amanda hasn't changed one bit since middle school. The same old bubbly gossip who supports her no matter what.

[text: Riley]: Yeah we did :)

[text: Riley]: But keep this between us okay? Don't tell anyone!

[text: Amanda]: I won't i swear! But I'm down to hang there in a few hours! Will you give me details?! I promise I won't say anything to anyone! We can even do our special handshake to secure it!

[text: Riley]: lmao for sure! so like 2:30-3ish? Meet you by the shore shack

[text: Amanda]: See you then honey! x

A yawn, "Ugh, my god!" Followed by a clap of her hands, "Well, I slept great! How about everyone else?" Disgust is extremely perky this morning.

"Man, I was out cold!" Says the man who's head was nearly on fire last night.

But Joy senses a strange tension. It's origins lie with Fear, who hasn't said a single word this morning. In fact, he's hardly looked up from is lap, "Hey, you. What's got you so distracted? You wanna' talk, buddy?"

"Yeah, you and I usually talk about all of the things that could go wrong for the day as soon as we're settled." Sadness is just as concerned.

He's nearly too afraid to say it. He blinks slowly, his gaze is calculated, serious, "Guys." it has to be said, "I really..."

"What is it?" Even Anger is getting anxious over his friend's demeanor this morning.

"I...I really...I really love her, guys."

The room falls silent once again. Deep down, they all know they feel it too.

"I mean, like..." They allow him to continue without interruption, "I'm in love with her. I'm in love with Carissa."

Joy will take his hand carefully, squeeze it gently, "...Me too, Fear. I'm crazy about her."

"Us too." Spoken by the other three emotions.

"I want to tell her." He starts, balling his hands together nervously, "I want to tell- I want Riley to tell her so badly, but I'm so worried she won't say it back."

Joy will lean over to embrace him, doing her best to reassure him, "Fear, listen. I know last night was a little...raunchy. But you could see it in Carissa's eyes. For her, that wasn't just sex. They were making love. Her eyes were filled with so much affection and care. You could tell. I think she loves us too. But don't make Riley say it if you don't think you're ready. You have to wait for the right moment."

"I have to agree with Joy." Anger is surprisingly rational in his approach, "As much as we're all positive how we feel, saying it when you're not quite ready could royally fuck this up big time. So if you wanna' hear her say it to Carissa, make sure you're not pushing it too soon. You gotta' be ready too."

"Just don't wait too long." Sadness just has to make it known, "Otherwise she might think we don't love her and move on to someone else."

"...That's what I'm afraid of." He'll squeeze his eyes shut, breathe deeply. All he has to do is say her name and the other emotions will cringe, "Jensen."

It'd been painfully obvious from day one that Jensen's had her eyes on Carissa, even through two different boyfriends. And while Carissa never flirts back and always does the cordial thing and politely asks the girl to back off. It doesn't stop the emotions from wandering to bad thoughts. To worrying what could happen...or turning green with envy. But Carissa would never. Deep down, she knows that.

Oh, it feels so good to shower. Completely recharged, she changes into another pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. Upon entering the kitchen she see's two wonderfully prepared plates of eggs, bacon, toast and two small glasses of ice water, "You're the cutest thing."

Carissa can only give a dorky little smile as she takes her seat, "I hate to do this but after we eat, I gotta' kick you out. Mom's dropping off my little brother and if I get caught with you here without dad here, she's gonna wreck me."

"It's fine, I don't mind. Besides I'm gonna' meet Amanda at the pier."

The two girls eat slowly and talk about nearly everything in the world. Just like always. the environment is always comfortable between them. There is never too much tension, or negativity. Yeah, sometimes there are arguments here and there, but they always work it out. And if anything, last nights events have made everything feel new again. Like the first few times they'd met and started hanging out. Every milestone, be it good or bad, brings them closer together. When breakfast is finished, Riley insists on clearing the plates and washing them for Carissa, "No, no! You went to so much trouble, let me help out!"

'Good girl, Riley! We raised you right!'

'Technically her parents raised her, Joy.'

'Oh, hush!'

By the time she's grabbing her backpack and her skateboard, it's a little after 1:30 PM. Just in time it seems. Carissa is, of course, escorting her out the front door, "I had a really good time with you last night and the next time you're free we should have another date soon. That pop up museum about the Titanic is in town this week until the end of the month. we should go."

'One thousand five hundred and seventeen lives lost.'

'Well...it's still and interesting topic.'

'You're all nuts!'

'I say we go! It could be cool!'

"Oh, dude, yeah I'm so down! We can grab food after or something." But there's an awkward silence now. The kind of silly silences they used to experience when they first started talking. So she'll chuckle a little, tuck a bit of hair behind her ear before placing her beanie back on, "Well, um, I'll text you later?"

But her wrist will be grabbed lightly, "Hey, Riley..?" There's something off in her voice. It's...the sound of fear. The sound of being held back.

'Is she going to break up with us?'

'There's no way that's what she's doing!'

'Oh god, I'm gonna' be sick.'

And so she'll turn. Her stomach strangely in knots. The way Carissa is looking at her, it makes her nervous, "...Yeah?"

Just like when they first met.

"Just..." Carissa has to look away. If she looks into Riley's eyes, she may lose the courage, "...It's" It's been building for ages and she knows it.

"Yeah?" Her heart is pounding. This is unbearable.

"...I love you."

'HOLY SHIT' that's spoken in complete unison.

She can't help the big smile gracing her face. And maybe her eyes are even a little glossy. This is too much! She nods, places yet another kiss to her lover's soft lips, "I love you too, Carissa." So quickly she'll about face, head down the steps and down the street. Riley won't look back.

Just like when they first met.

The minute she's out of site, she will cover her face and scream. But when she looks up. The random by stander will be made to feel uncomfortable, because Riley can't help it. She will take this man's shoulders just to say it, "My girlfriend just told me she loves me! She loves me!"

Just like when they first met.

Carissa watches Riley slowly disappear down the block. The door is shut and she stands there for a second, taking in the moment. With a deep breath, she lunges forward, jumps right up to smack the top of the door leading to the kitchen, "She fucking loves me too! She said she loves me too!"