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[url=https://static01.nyt.com/images/2020/09/01/arts/28aulii-cravalho1SUB/28aulii-cravalho1SUB-mediumSquareAt3X.jpg]Odina[/url] was in that beautiful place between awake and asleep. She couldn’t open her eyes, lest she lose the visage of perfection which she was dreaming of. She couldn’t move too far in the bed or the perfect warmth that enveloped her skin. Odina’s hand reached across the bed to feel the warmth of the body that lay next to her, or that should be next to her. Nothing. She realised that she couldn’t feel any kind of dip in the mattress either, there was no one there but still; she didn’t want to open her eyes.

Then she felt it.

That unmistakable, unexplainable aura.

It sucked her in the previous night. Down by the beach, Odina saw those peroxide golden waves and that style all her own. Those big painted lips and a vibe that made absolutely no sense yet perfect sense at the same time. She’d heard the rumours of the manic pixie who was undeniable but she never thought she would ever meet her, let alone be seduced by her but yet she was and it was so damn good.

From beneath the bed, a mess of bleached hair rose up slowly, big blue eyes smiling down as Odina refused to awaken properly. Leaning in, she lowered her face closer. [color=C1473E]“Addie is about to go on the lamb.”[/color] She kissed Odie’s nose, causing the Hawaiian girl to sit bolt upright; headbutting the pint sized drug dealer and sending her crashing into a nearby desk. A photo came crashing down on top of her head.

Adelaide Davies-Jones was anything but normal but what was normal anyway? To look at her, the tiny girl was obviously very pretty, model-esque she had been told but her grunge aesthetic of torn tights, bomber jackets and baggy t-shirts vastly contrasted her almost valley-girl physical form. Then a further juxtaposition was her temperament. Even those who had never met Addie knew that she was absolutely crazy, hopped up on who knows what and completely non-stop. Yet she was absolutely utterly charming and intoxicating. It was hard not to love her.

As Odina leapt out of the bed to check on the blonde who was simply staring at the photo that had landed on her. [color=C1473E]“Shit me, is this your Dad? I thought this was like fucking Dwayne Johnson, holy fuck!”[/color] As the girl wrapped her arms around her to check she was ok, Addie couldn’t help but inhale. [color=C1473E]”Wow, you smell really fucking good.”[/color]

Odie giggled, this girl truly was something else. It was hard to tell if she was even real. [color=E4EDA0]“Thanks honey and I’m glad you’re ok but you'll have to get out of here soon, my Dad no doubt just heard that clatter and he..erm…”[/color]

[color=C1473E]”He doesn’t know you're gay does he?”[/color] This was not Adelaide’s first rodeo. Over the years she had been many women’s first dip of the toe in the waters of sapphic glory. She didn’t mind it, in all honesty. Addie had known since she was very young who she was, what she liked and loved. Being sure of herself, some would call it delusional or overconfidence but she just was happy in her own skin and she knew not everyone felt the same. That’s why being used didn’t bother her, everyone had their own path to follow. [color=C1473E]”I guess Addie’s work here is done. If ever you feel the need to hop on the good foot and do the bad thing, call me!”[/color] Pulling herself to her feet, she placed her the picture frame back on the desk and made her way to the window. She cracked it open and turned to sit on the ledge, gazing at Odina one more time. [color=C1473E]”God your boobs are fan-fucking-tastic. Please call, I wanna smush em again. Catch ya later sexy.”[/color] With that, Addie flung herself backwards out of the window and down into the bushes below. 

Emerging from the shrubbery, Adelaide dusted off her jacket as she looked around the unfamiliar neighbourhood she found herself in. It was still early and she needed to get to school before the bell. Her phone was dead, of course, so there was no way to call for help. There was no Uber or Lyft in her future. Dallas was a no go, her other sisters DJ, PJ and JJ had all probably left anyway. The PLC was likely already high. Addie could miss school but she really didn’t want to. She had learned prior to the summer that she was a few credits short for her college applications. The problem was, Addie was a genius. She really was. Much of school came so easy that she just didn’t try and now she was suffering for it. The goal was simple, this year she was going to be better and she was going to make all the strides possible so she could graduate and get the doctorate she so desired.  

Now the bigger problem was finding a way to Beverly Hills in time for the first bell. Addie scanned the area for a bus stop or a taxi rink but this place was way to white picket suburban hell for that. Across the street, a young boy was wheeling his bicycle out of his garage, probably about to start his early morning paper round. There it was, Addiezms exit from the river Styx. She hurried across the street and waved to the youngster. [color=C1473E]“Hey can I borrow your bike? I promise it’s for nothing weird I just need to get to school.”[/color]

The little boy looked at the girl who was barely taller than him with a tilted head. There was something about the look on her face that felt incredibly innocent and genuine. He did not say a word as he pushed the bike forward into her waiting hands. Would he regret this? Probably. But she seemed sweet and gosh she sure was pretty…

[color=C1473E]“You are fucking amazeballs and Addie appreciates you little person to little person. Go buy yourself a biscuit!”[/color] Sticking her hand into her jacket pocket, Addie rummaged around trying to find any money that she might have, [color=C1473E]”Aaah, here we go. Take this.”[/color] She handed the child a hundred dollar bill and saluted him as she spun the bike on its back end to wheel it down the driveway. The life of a drug baron wasn't a bad life. Then again Addie didn’t outright sell it, she grew it for the PLC, who then sold it. The pixie just got a cut of the profits. 

Addie took a blunt from behind her ear and placed it delicately between her lips before lighting it and jumping onto the bike. The sad thing was she became an expert bike rider since her Mom took her moped away. All she did was take it to Vegas for a weekend, it’s really not that big a deal but noooooo, the Doctor just had to stick her stupid face into it and take Addie’s licence away. Her Mom sucked, she missed her Gamma. She understood Addie better than anyone. It was actually her Grandmother, the best psychologist in Massachusetts, who diagnosed Addie with ADHD and Hypersexuality. Her mother Wednesday was just happy to now have a label to explain her daughter's behaviour. Adelaide just thought it made her sound cooler than the voice of Matt Berry.  

It took her a while but after what felt like an age, Addie managed to find herself on the right track towards school. However before she got there, she needed food, ya girl had the munchies. Stopping off at a breakfast joint about two minutes away from BHHS. She hopped off the still in motion bike and sauntered into the dinner, joint still hanging from her mouth. [color=C1473E]“Who does Addie have to screw to get some pancakes to go around here?…”[/color] Immediately as she said that a new waitress walked by and the big blue eyes of the suicide blonde widened intensely. [color=C1473E]“Oooh please let it be you.”[/color]

After being kicked out of the diner, with her pancakes of course, Addie knew the manager, she made the brisk walk towards the school, abandoning the bike she had borrowed. Arriving at the window outside of room 105, the rugby blondes wrapped her fists on the glass, awaiting one of her peers to open it up. Adelaide did not like doors. Doors let the monsters in. She was aware of how silly her fear was and she could and did use doors a lot but if a window was nearby, she’d much rather go through that. As for why she hated those room blockers? Well she wasn’t high enough to talk through that shit.

When the window above her opened ever so slightly, Addie took it as a sign. Grasping her last pancake between her teeth, she jumped up and grasped onto the ledge before pulling herself through the now fully open window. She dragged herself across her classmates desk before dropping onto the floor. She looked up at her disapproving peer and flashed the bird. [color=C1473E]”YOU ARE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!”[/color]