I can't help but feel funny. Maybe it's the drugs, or maybe's it's because I like feeling funny. I like it, I feel closer to... myself when I feel funny. My life is funny right now, there's nothing I can do to fix the problems. The girl I loved stopped knowing me. Which sucks.

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Olivia Lennox was laying on Viola's bed, her head thrown far back in the pillow. Uncontrollable jolts of energy zapped her nerves making her feel deliciously used. Viola's bed smelled like her; daring. She purred thickly expressing her pleasure in the most effective way she could think of.

Viola laughed above her, the sound bringing a smile to Olivia. "This is amazing," Olivia sighed writhing in absolute happiness.

"You should of told me before, this would've happened sooner," Viola said slowly finding talking properly difficult. "I like this."

Her eyes rolled back behind their lids in on a secret joke; if she only knew. "This is good weed Viola," She began, attempting to brace an elbow underneath her heavy body, "We're gonna go out soon," Olivia said randomly, "I want to be around people." She fell back into the wealth of softness. Maybe on purpose.

A gentle quiet stole the dorm. Viola mused about the weirdness of getting high with his brothers ex, especially considering it was Oliva Lennox. She curved her lips in a goofy private grin, her eyes felt like there were little bubbles of air in them pushing them out of her head. Faintly like a book falling in the back of a huge archive tap-tapping echoed through the brunettes ears. Rain?

Olivia kept her eyes closed. She knew if she let them remain open Viola would bust her immediately. Her thoughts we almost pornographic. She imagined what Viola would think of her: Naked smooth skin rubbed against her own, adding fuel to an already our of control blaze. The world tilted on its side from the power of Olivia's lust.

What would Viola think indeed.

"It's raining..." Viola murmured quieter than the tap-tapping. Clouds must have gotten in front of the sun; her dorm looked gray washed with evening gloom. No lights were providing brightness. Clothes took over the floors. It felt natural with no heat on and the rain chilling the room softly.

"I like rainy days. Especially cuddly rainy days." She said as if to no one, letting her voice represent all of Olivia right then. Nothing was cooling the desire ripping its way from her center up into her brain.

Once that happened, there would be no restraint.

Holly set Olivia free into the curvaceous, pouty faced heaven of sexy high school girls. She was shocked how many girls like that went to Illyria, and how open it was. She honestly never noticed.

Drops of rain became thick sheets of falling water barreling into the window. Violoa swiveled in the computer chair.

"I have a bong..."

Her sea-blue eyes popped open. "I've always wanted to use a bong."

Viola grinned despite herself. "We can totally use my bong." She locked eyes with the blonde, dropping her smile until it was just a shadow of what it had been. It was a challenge.. a question, something Olivia could not comprehend which encouraged her lust to become even more intense. They stared.

"You look good with red eyes." The brunette said quietly. She didn't give Olivia time to respond; she got up and practically strutted to the closet.

Was she missing something? Since when had Viola ever been.. predatory. She was sweet and unassuming, one of those girls next door who grow up and marry hard working men. Not a sexy, flirty girl who sent mixed signals.

What about Duke.

"I call her Jolene, after the Dolly Parton song." Viola said happily toting her bong like a purse puppy. The bong was as long as a ruler and wide as a coke can, but more importantly it was clear. Straight up see through and spotless. Viola must clean the bong a lot, there was only tiny speckles of res where the bottom met the shaft.

She closed her eyes to everything. What more could she ask for.. Viola was more beautiful than any poem she had ever read, almost more attractive than a person is naturally allowed to become. Viola had a see through bong.

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The girl I loved may have stopped loving me, which sucks, but it's not impossible to move on. Maybe it's the drugs speaking but I think Viola Hastings is somebody I could fall for without even noticing.

A/n - Formerly had a plot. Who knows now...