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You hadn't expected your next hit to come so soon.
It was Friday night, and you hadn't seen her since she left. You didn't have the courage to ask her mother how she was doing, but only because you had under minded her about her daughter staying at your house. The rare text message had been sent from your phone, and if rare meant twenty-seven, then so be it. She hadn't been in class to keep Adam at bay and giving you an excuse to avoid him after the mistake you made with him, and you couldn't help but wonder if she missed your company as much as you did hers.
Since becoming recently single, your Friday nights had become a solitary adventure in the depths of your education, spreading out across the floor of your bedroom to finish your assignments and get a head start on the next ones.
That was until your phone buzzed across the floorboards next to you, startling you from your trance.
It was from her. 'Come over?'
'Now?' It was getting later and later and the idea of stepping outside in the cold made you almost say no.
'Please?' In your head, was the image of Faye, pulling the puppy dog eyes in an innocent way that you would never see in actual reality, unless innocent included a sexual connotation. Your phone buzzed again. 'I need you.'
'Your mother?' you ask, your heart in your throat as you waited for the reply. She hadn't been too happy with you, automatically siding with her daughter and making her into the bad guy.
'Asleep. Use the window. Knock twice.'
That last one kind of got you. Use the window? The same way she and Adam used to use each other's window? It was a Friday night, shouldn't the circle's resident bad girl be sneaking out, instead of the goody-two shoes sneaking in? You gulped and reluctantly agreed.
You father was still up, watching one of his shows in the living room. You tossed a 'going to hang out with Melissa and Cassie' over your shoulder and left your house before he could protest.
When you arrive fifteen minutes later, having parked down the street so her mother wouldn't know, her bedroom light isn't on, but as soon as you pull out your phone, a stream of yellowing light shines out in the darkness.
You, Diana Meade, were climbing the lattice underneath Faye Chamberlain's bedroom window well after your curfew to most likely cuddle with her. While the concept struck you as odd, you didn't mind the idea. It was an addiction and you didn't care how you got your next fix, as long as you got it.
Two knocks just like she said, and the window pane was lifted so fast that you thought you fight fall.
"You came," she said, helping you through the window with a look of shock on her face. Her voice is still a little raspier than normal, and you didn't think that your addiction could become any more addictive.
"I said I wouldn't, didn't I?" you smirk, flicking your shoes off so you don't wake the woman down the hall.
Before you can get yourself any further into the inner sanctum, her arms are around you and she's mumbling into your shoulder about how she's missed you. When you turn, it's too see how pale her face, how puffy red her eyes are and how big the circles are underneath, how tiny she looks in your Washington State hoodie as your fingers fumble with the pockets edges.
"I'm never gonna get this back, am I?"
She shakes her head with a smile and pulls you towards the bed for get some sleep. You're thankful that you were wearing sweats when you got her message.
"I missed this," she says, once again burying herself into your side. "I haven't been able to sleep without you."
"Yeah, I missed you too."
It was going to be another sleepless night, you knew it. But you didn't have school the next day, so you kind of didn't care. What you did care about was who you would be waking up to in the morning.
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