When was the drama ever gonna stop, when are people going to stop actin' a fool! Perhaps when Viola Hastings stops thinking in third person. It passes the time y'know.
Yes I know.
Then cool off about it.
No, you!
Soo immature..
Viola, get a grip.
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"Okay, so imagine this..." Olivia said dramtically, leaning down and crunching her body as small as she could. Her eyes twinkled ridiculously in the yellow light of the lamp, man was she ever high. "So alright, every thing is impossibly connected," She eased into her usual size emphasizing her point. "And whatever you said two days ago was only said so we could talk about it now."
Viola looked apprechiatively at the ceiling, thanking whoever sent Olivia Lennox into her world. "That's killer," She said seriously, lowering her eyes so confidently Olivia smiled. "It's makin' me doubt myself." She said kind of absently too far into her head to manage her physical presense. Her face was a little fake feeling around her mind. Viola swore she could almost not feel her whole body.
"Don't worry about it," The blonde muttered. "We should go for food."
Viola grinned. Oh, Olivia can you read my mind.
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"We should get some burgers..." Olivia sighed quietly. I felt her voice rumble up her back softly, she was pressed tightly to my back hugging onto my hips like a baby. We'd been talking about food for two hours or something but the lazy slam dunk of a burnout rocked their bodies to sleep. I kind of felt bad for ignoring her but my thoughts were weird right now,
I was at the point of a burnout out where everything felt kind of desaturated and seemed less important. Kind of like living in the 1950's or something. I also saw smears of red. Mostly I was just trippin' balls.
She was laying right on me consciously pressing herself onto my body, on purpose. I'm pretty sure there wasn't any ecstacy in this weed, no one should be horny. Yet here I was, Olivia Lennox tickling my stomach and dry humping my ass, whispering sweet nothings to me.
Some burgers...
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Viola's eyes had transmutated into an engine oil green with mudpuddle blue specks around the pupil. They felt hot beneath her lids, burning a hole through the flesh with their swirling heat.
A chirpy beeping filled their dim room, taking up more space than the bed. It was the blonde's phone ringing on the computer desk.
"Oh, that's my 420 alarm," She said excitedly. "Happy 420 Viola." She said into the brunette's ear.
"Happy 420." She said lowly, preferring not to flex even one muscle. Suddenly sleep seemed wonderful.
Olivia settled in deeping on the bed and somehow closer to Viola, stilling her vacant tracing of the brunette's stomach. She tangled herself into her friend sighing openly. Then neither moved and waited, until nothing happened. They were simply laying with one another.
"Mmm, Viola..." Olivia whispered innocently, smiled into dark hair.
Nothing more needed to be said. 420 was Viola's favorite anything, ever.
A/n - I'm on a boat.