Not at all, this is a good pace for me :) I hope my posts aren't too short. It'll be easier to write more as I learn more about your character.
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“Hope you’re not planning on taking a swim.”
The sound of the other woman’s teasing voice caught Jillian off guard and she turned her head, surprised. With the bonfire further up the beach behind them, the other woman’s figure was silhouetted against the warm glow.
"But if you do, I suggest you go to that spot over there. The rocks in these parts are somewhat, prickly.”
Jillian gazed back at the stranger with a playful look in her eye, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Is that so? Well, I appreciate the tip.” She studied her for a moment, thoughtful, and then she cocked her head toward the area the other woman had mentioned. “You want to show me this spot of yours?” she asked. “I could use the company. I haven’t really met anyone here yet.”
She began to shrug off the jean jacket she was wearing, when a thought occurred to her. She imagined herself in the bikini she’d worn on her 21st birthday pool party, and in that instant she was suddenly wearing it again. Jillian glanced down to see the familiar blue and white striped swim suit from her younger days. It was a marvel to see herself in it, to see her body young and fit again, muscles lean, skin smooth and sun kissed. When she looked up again, her expression was incredulous.
“I’m still getting used to this,” she explained, blinking her eyes in half disbelief. “This place is incredible. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to try it but now…” Jillian glanced at the water, then gave a cheeky grin. “Come on, I’ll race you!"
The sound of the other woman’s teasing voice caught Jillian off guard and she turned her head, surprised. With the bonfire further up the beach behind them, the other woman’s figure was silhouetted against the warm glow.
"But if you do, I suggest you go to that spot over there. The rocks in these parts are somewhat, prickly.”
Jillian gazed back at the stranger with a playful look in her eye, her eyebrows raised slightly. “Is that so? Well, I appreciate the tip.” She studied her for a moment, thoughtful, and then she cocked her head toward the area the other woman had mentioned. “You want to show me this spot of yours?” she asked. “I could use the company. I haven’t really met anyone here yet.”
She began to shrug off the jean jacket she was wearing, when a thought occurred to her. She imagined herself in the bikini she’d worn on her 21st birthday pool party, and in that instant she was suddenly wearing it again. Jillian glanced down to see the familiar blue and white striped swim suit from her younger days. It was a marvel to see herself in it, to see her body young and fit again, muscles lean, skin smooth and sun kissed. When she looked up again, her expression was incredulous.
“I’m still getting used to this,” she explained, blinking her eyes in half disbelief. “This place is incredible. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to try it but now…” Jillian glanced at the water, then gave a cheeky grin. “Come on, I’ll race you!"
At the edge of the merrymaking, a slender figure stepped off the wooden boardwalk and into the cool sand, slowly making her way toward the group around the bonfire. She moved carefully, eyes wide as she took everything in - the music, the people dancing, the distant breaking waves on the beach...
"It's so real", Jillian thought to herself, stopping to gaze in awe at everything, as if in a dream. The sand felt cool and wonderful on her bare feet. How long had it been since she’d gone to the beach? Certainly not since she’d been diagnosed. But all of that felt incredibly far away at the moment. She felt healthily and alive for the first time in years.
Just then, a couple dashed by her, laughing and teasing each other. One them turned and smiled at her, then jerked his head toward the bonfire as if to say, "come and join us." With a half smile, Jillian followed them into the group of people talking and drinking by the fire. Someone offered her a beer, but she shook her head and smiled. “I still want to take everything in,” she explained, leaning close to so her voice would carry over Bowie’s. “It’s my first night here.” After a while, she wove through the throng of people dancing, letting her own movements get carried away with the music. One song ended, and then another, and pretty soon she had left the dancers and began wondering closer to the water until she stood with her feet in the cool surf. Even here the sea looked endless.
"It's so real", Jillian thought to herself, stopping to gaze in awe at everything, as if in a dream. The sand felt cool and wonderful on her bare feet. How long had it been since she’d gone to the beach? Certainly not since she’d been diagnosed. But all of that felt incredibly far away at the moment. She felt healthily and alive for the first time in years.
Just then, a couple dashed by her, laughing and teasing each other. One them turned and smiled at her, then jerked his head toward the bonfire as if to say, "come and join us." With a half smile, Jillian followed them into the group of people talking and drinking by the fire. Someone offered her a beer, but she shook her head and smiled. “I still want to take everything in,” she explained, leaning close to so her voice would carry over Bowie’s. “It’s my first night here.” After a while, she wove through the throng of people dancing, letting her own movements get carried away with the music. One song ended, and then another, and pretty soon she had left the dancers and began wondering closer to the water until she stood with her feet in the cool surf. Even here the sea looked endless.
Yay! Nice post, I love how you set up the atmosphere. I'll have my post up soon.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? And just ripe for the picking…”
“Wonder who’s in there..?”
“Another duke I hope! That last one we snagged was so entertaining.”
“You mean the one that started sobbing when we pulled him out of his carriage?”
Two adolescent boys crouched together among the thick foliage, speaking to each other in hushed, excited voices. They were dressed in dark, hooded cloaks and each carried a hunting bow and arrows. Their eyes were locked on the horse drawn carriage that was making its way steadily down the dirt road, in their direction. Even at this distance, they could tell it belonged to someone noteworthy. It wasn’t overly extravagant, nor was it accompanied by an overwhelming number of guards. But the carriage was a quality one, and it’s large wooden wheels sunk heavily into the mud as it lumbered along, clearly carrying more goods than the average traveller. They knew they had hit the jackpot.
“Two horsemen in front, four in the back. Two guards on either side. This’ll be easy.”
“Come on, come on, what is she waiting for?”
“Hush. She knows what she’s doing…”
By this point, the procession was slowly passing in front of them. They were close enough to hear the guards speaking conversationally to one another. One of the guards on foot reached up and pulled off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow. His hair clung to his scalp.
“Shall I give him a little trim off the top?” breathed one of the boys, already aiming at the guard’s head, his bowstring taught.
“Wait for it…” replied the other, his voice barely a whisper.
Just then, a trill whistle cut through the air. The boy let loose his arrow and it sliced the top of the guard’s nose before sinking with a thud into the side of the carriage. Suddenly everything was chaos as more arrows began to rain down from the treetops. Figures in black cloaks appeared in every direction, never lingering in one spot for too long. Their arrows came relentlessly, and yet they never seemed to find their mark. They would scratch the skin, as the boy’s had done, or knock a helmet off. One of them struck a glass window of the carriage and shattered it to a million pieces.
“Why don’t you step out and tell your men to surrender?” came a strong, clear command from somewhere among the trees. “Otherwise, I fear you’ll find their aim improving…”
“Wonder who’s in there..?”
“Another duke I hope! That last one we snagged was so entertaining.”
“You mean the one that started sobbing when we pulled him out of his carriage?”
Two adolescent boys crouched together among the thick foliage, speaking to each other in hushed, excited voices. They were dressed in dark, hooded cloaks and each carried a hunting bow and arrows. Their eyes were locked on the horse drawn carriage that was making its way steadily down the dirt road, in their direction. Even at this distance, they could tell it belonged to someone noteworthy. It wasn’t overly extravagant, nor was it accompanied by an overwhelming number of guards. But the carriage was a quality one, and it’s large wooden wheels sunk heavily into the mud as it lumbered along, clearly carrying more goods than the average traveller. They knew they had hit the jackpot.
“Two horsemen in front, four in the back. Two guards on either side. This’ll be easy.”
“Come on, come on, what is she waiting for?”
“Hush. She knows what she’s doing…”
By this point, the procession was slowly passing in front of them. They were close enough to hear the guards speaking conversationally to one another. One of the guards on foot reached up and pulled off his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow. His hair clung to his scalp.
“Shall I give him a little trim off the top?” breathed one of the boys, already aiming at the guard’s head, his bowstring taught.
“Wait for it…” replied the other, his voice barely a whisper.
Just then, a trill whistle cut through the air. The boy let loose his arrow and it sliced the top of the guard’s nose before sinking with a thud into the side of the carriage. Suddenly everything was chaos as more arrows began to rain down from the treetops. Figures in black cloaks appeared in every direction, never lingering in one spot for too long. Their arrows came relentlessly, and yet they never seemed to find their mark. They would scratch the skin, as the boy’s had done, or knock a helmet off. One of them struck a glass window of the carriage and shattered it to a million pieces.
“Why don’t you step out and tell your men to surrender?” came a strong, clear command from somewhere among the trees. “Otherwise, I fear you’ll find their aim improving…”
Just as Mila was about make some sort of retort to Lisette’s demands, she felt the faintest brush against her shoulder. She had been so intently focused on anticipating a move from the other vampire that she’d been oblivious to Charlie’s sudden dash forward until it was too late. “No, wait-!” It was no use. Lisette had snatched up the girl as easily as anything and now held her tight in her grip.
“Charlie,” Mila weezed, her voice breaking. The girl’s attempted escape had caught her completely off-guard. Now she realized that Charlie must have considered both vampires an equal threat. She wasn’t relying on Mila to save her; perhaps she was just as afraid of her as she was of Lisette. Mila felt suddenly hopeless.
”Your play now, Mila.”
She looked from Charlie to Lisette, her mind racing to find some way out of this nightmarish situation. There had to be something, some way to stall Lisette so that she could at least have more time to think. She needed to avoid a physical fight. Mila knew that a fight with Lisette at that moment while they were both strong and well fed would be a bloodbath, with Charlie caught in the middle. There had to be another way out.
Appeal to her vanity. Lisette wasn’t physically weak, but Mila had known her long enough to find other chinks in her armor. She began formulating a desperate plan.
“My play…” Mila repeated, looking suddenly exhausted. “…my play.” She ran a hand slowly though her hair with a sigh. “No matter what I do, you’ll just turn it right back around on me. Just as you always do.” The older vampire had looked away but now she peered at Lisette with weary submission. It wasn’t difficult to play the part. After watching Charlie dash away from her for safety, she genuinely felt defeated. “I’d forgotten what it had been like to be with you, until tonight. Teasing each other, playing games, trying to get the best of you.” Mila took a hesitant step forward. “I was never as good at it as you were. As much as I hate to admit it, I could never seriously out-manipulate you.”
She was moving forward slowly now, her arms limp, her pose non-threatening. “We both know what could happen now. I could try some maneuver to free the girl, and maybe I’d be successful this time. But you’d be back on top again in no time. I just can’t beat you. Not in the long run.”
Mila was within arms reach now, but she still stood limply and kept her eyes all the time on Lisette’s. It was almost as if Charlie was invisible to her. “You keep asking me what I see in this human. I’m starting to question it myself. She’s so fragile. She can’t satisfy me. She’s practically used up already.” Mila reached out carefully to brush her fingertips along one of the arms that Lisette had wrapped around Charlie. “So different than you.”
She let her hand fall but continued gazing at her with steady, dark eyes. Her voice dropped lower. “You liked what I did to you, just a little while ago, didn’t you.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of her lip and looked suddenly cheeky, as if the two of them shared a delightfully wicked secret. Whatever charm the older vampire possessed, it was turned fully toward Lisette now. “I could do it again, anytime you wanted. And now we have this one,” she jerked her head toward Charlie, “to temper our appetites whenever we please. Let’s take her with us, like one of Booker’s pets. Our own little snack and servant. That’s all I was using her for anyway. What can I say? I’m greedy and I want both of you.”
In a daring gesture, Mila leaned ever so slightly forward with the intent of kissing Lisette on the corner of her lip, with Charlie sandwiched between them.
“Charlie,” Mila weezed, her voice breaking. The girl’s attempted escape had caught her completely off-guard. Now she realized that Charlie must have considered both vampires an equal threat. She wasn’t relying on Mila to save her; perhaps she was just as afraid of her as she was of Lisette. Mila felt suddenly hopeless.
”Your play now, Mila.”
She looked from Charlie to Lisette, her mind racing to find some way out of this nightmarish situation. There had to be something, some way to stall Lisette so that she could at least have more time to think. She needed to avoid a physical fight. Mila knew that a fight with Lisette at that moment while they were both strong and well fed would be a bloodbath, with Charlie caught in the middle. There had to be another way out.
Appeal to her vanity. Lisette wasn’t physically weak, but Mila had known her long enough to find other chinks in her armor. She began formulating a desperate plan.
“My play…” Mila repeated, looking suddenly exhausted. “…my play.” She ran a hand slowly though her hair with a sigh. “No matter what I do, you’ll just turn it right back around on me. Just as you always do.” The older vampire had looked away but now she peered at Lisette with weary submission. It wasn’t difficult to play the part. After watching Charlie dash away from her for safety, she genuinely felt defeated. “I’d forgotten what it had been like to be with you, until tonight. Teasing each other, playing games, trying to get the best of you.” Mila took a hesitant step forward. “I was never as good at it as you were. As much as I hate to admit it, I could never seriously out-manipulate you.”
She was moving forward slowly now, her arms limp, her pose non-threatening. “We both know what could happen now. I could try some maneuver to free the girl, and maybe I’d be successful this time. But you’d be back on top again in no time. I just can’t beat you. Not in the long run.”
Mila was within arms reach now, but she still stood limply and kept her eyes all the time on Lisette’s. It was almost as if Charlie was invisible to her. “You keep asking me what I see in this human. I’m starting to question it myself. She’s so fragile. She can’t satisfy me. She’s practically used up already.” Mila reached out carefully to brush her fingertips along one of the arms that Lisette had wrapped around Charlie. “So different than you.”
She let her hand fall but continued gazing at her with steady, dark eyes. Her voice dropped lower. “You liked what I did to you, just a little while ago, didn’t you.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of her lip and looked suddenly cheeky, as if the two of them shared a delightfully wicked secret. Whatever charm the older vampire possessed, it was turned fully toward Lisette now. “I could do it again, anytime you wanted. And now we have this one,” she jerked her head toward Charlie, “to temper our appetites whenever we please. Let’s take her with us, like one of Booker’s pets. Our own little snack and servant. That’s all I was using her for anyway. What can I say? I’m greedy and I want both of you.”
In a daring gesture, Mila leaned ever so slightly forward with the intent of kissing Lisette on the corner of her lip, with Charlie sandwiched between them.
‘She likes this.’
The thought was admittedly satisfying to Mila as she pierced the skin again and felt Lisette’s body writhe beneath hers in response, another breathy moan against her ear. The younger vampire was clearly enjoying herself. The sounds she made were enough to send a thrill through Mila who continued to ravage her without restraint. Lisette had even let Mila flip her onto her back without protest, although her body jerked uneasily at the mention of her vulnerable position.
“But you wouldn’t want to kill me now would you? I’m too cute.”
Mila stared down at her with lazy, half-lidded eyes, the hint of a smirk on her lips as she pretended to evaluate her claim. “Too cute? Mm, I don’t know about that.” She leaned down to graze the smooth skin of her neck with just the tips of her lower canines “Too salacious maybe..”
During the distraction with the maid, Mila felt Lisette slip out from underneath her and was surprised at her own reluctance to let her go. But rather than snatch her back into bed, the older vampire reclined against the pillows and watched her, the flicker of hunger still lingering in her gaze as she mentioned eating.
“Was I not enough darling? I’m offended!”
Mila suppressed a sarcastic smile, pretty unsuccessfully, at Lisette’s theatrics and made a non-committal sound. She was still feeling the afterglow of the bite and it seemed to soften her general attitude toward Lisette enough to find her exclamation somehow charming.
“No, not as satisfying as a human, I hate to break it to you,” she taunted, standing up from the bed and reaching for the clothes that Lisette had pulled off of her not too long ago. “But it seems like you enjoy it just as much as they do.” Her eyes flashed mischievously at her, just before they were hidden by the shirt she began pulling over her own head. The material fit flawlessly around her chest and torso, emphasizing all the right curves. “Just watch me with the human next door and you’ll see them make the same expression you made.”
In the hallway, Mila leaned casually against the opposite wall, arms crossed as Lisette knocked on the nearest door. She suddenly recalled memories of the two of them doing this same sort of thing in the past – preying on humans at their slightest whim, without any moral hang ups, all while mildly despising each others company. How easy it would be to fall back into that rhythm again and to let herself succumb to whatever sinister allure Lisette seemed to possess. She could go on with her like this for centuries, gradually sinking deeper into depravity until she became Lisette’s mirror image. The two of them could get away with anything. But just as that thought crossed her mind, she pictured Charlie’s delicate face blinking up at her, with those wide eyes and all their human sympathy. Then she imagined it twisting into an expression of pain as Booker sunk his fangs into her throat.
Mila shifted suddenly at the gruesome thought. A sense of despair was creeping over her as she tried to calculate how many hours it had been. Enough for him to bite her multiple times. Enough for him to kill her, although she knew he would drag it out. Long and painful and slow. That was his style. And what was she herself doing? Wasting time rolling around with Lisette, convincing herself it was purely to lull the other vampire into complacency when truthfully it wasn’t as selfless as she-…
“Could you come back later?”
In the blink of an eye, all those thoughts came to a screeching halt. Mila stood suddenly rooted to the spot as the sound of that sweet voice came softly from behind the hotel door. Her eyes shot up with mixture of shock and awe. She could not believe it.
“You have got to be kidding me...”
The grin on Lisette’s face as the younger vampire peered back at her made Mila’s stomach turn and suddenly everything felt wrong. She was on the wrong side of Lisette, too far from the door, not able to put herself between them before-… “Wait!!” CRACK The metal lock broke with a sickening noise, like bones breaking, as Lisette gave it a sharp twist. The door swung open and there was Charlie, scrambling to put distance between herself and the two monsters in the hallway. Mila’s metaphorical heart leapt to see her again. With speed and strength that spoke to her sudden frantic desire to shield her from Lisette, Mila instantly sprung forward, clipping the other vampire’s shoulder as she skirted past her and placed herself in between the line of fire.
“Charlie!” Her voice was breathless. “How did you-?? But how did-?”
She desperately wanted to turn and clutch Charile’s shoulders and ask her how on earth she had managed to get away from Booker, because already she could see that the girl was by herself. She wanted to examine the marks on her pale skin and know each and every bruise and scratch on her body so that she could inflict the same pain on Booker a thousand times over. If only she could have lifted her to the bed at that moment and made her go to sleep while she watched over her, until the circles under her eyes disappeared again. And above all, she wanted to kiss her cheek and stroke her hair and beg her to forgive her for the hell she’d been through, all because Mila had arbitrarily interfered with her life.
Unfortunately, she could do none of those things with Lisette standing in the doorway, looking like she’d just hit the ultimate jackpot. Mila stood facing the other vampire with a stony expression on her face. The playful taunts and innuendos from just a short while ago were completely forgotten and Lisette was nothing to her but a threat to be dealt with again.
“We’ll be leaving now. I’ll be taking Charlie with me,” she said coldly. She didn’t have a plan, but she knew they needed to get away from Lisette if they could. She had no idea if Booker was hot on the trail or not and she didn’t want to stick around to find out. “You don’t want to fight me,” Mila warned her, intentionally relaxing her stance, as if she had nothing to worry about. “It’s not two against one this time. And I’m not hungry like before.” She stared evenly at her with hard, unblinking eyes. “If you turn this into a fight, you know you’ll lose. You can’t overpower me.” Mila gestured dismissively at her. “Move away from the door.”
The thought was admittedly satisfying to Mila as she pierced the skin again and felt Lisette’s body writhe beneath hers in response, another breathy moan against her ear. The younger vampire was clearly enjoying herself. The sounds she made were enough to send a thrill through Mila who continued to ravage her without restraint. Lisette had even let Mila flip her onto her back without protest, although her body jerked uneasily at the mention of her vulnerable position.
“But you wouldn’t want to kill me now would you? I’m too cute.”
Mila stared down at her with lazy, half-lidded eyes, the hint of a smirk on her lips as she pretended to evaluate her claim. “Too cute? Mm, I don’t know about that.” She leaned down to graze the smooth skin of her neck with just the tips of her lower canines “Too salacious maybe..”
During the distraction with the maid, Mila felt Lisette slip out from underneath her and was surprised at her own reluctance to let her go. But rather than snatch her back into bed, the older vampire reclined against the pillows and watched her, the flicker of hunger still lingering in her gaze as she mentioned eating.
“Was I not enough darling? I’m offended!”
Mila suppressed a sarcastic smile, pretty unsuccessfully, at Lisette’s theatrics and made a non-committal sound. She was still feeling the afterglow of the bite and it seemed to soften her general attitude toward Lisette enough to find her exclamation somehow charming.
“No, not as satisfying as a human, I hate to break it to you,” she taunted, standing up from the bed and reaching for the clothes that Lisette had pulled off of her not too long ago. “But it seems like you enjoy it just as much as they do.” Her eyes flashed mischievously at her, just before they were hidden by the shirt she began pulling over her own head. The material fit flawlessly around her chest and torso, emphasizing all the right curves. “Just watch me with the human next door and you’ll see them make the same expression you made.”
In the hallway, Mila leaned casually against the opposite wall, arms crossed as Lisette knocked on the nearest door. She suddenly recalled memories of the two of them doing this same sort of thing in the past – preying on humans at their slightest whim, without any moral hang ups, all while mildly despising each others company. How easy it would be to fall back into that rhythm again and to let herself succumb to whatever sinister allure Lisette seemed to possess. She could go on with her like this for centuries, gradually sinking deeper into depravity until she became Lisette’s mirror image. The two of them could get away with anything. But just as that thought crossed her mind, she pictured Charlie’s delicate face blinking up at her, with those wide eyes and all their human sympathy. Then she imagined it twisting into an expression of pain as Booker sunk his fangs into her throat.
Mila shifted suddenly at the gruesome thought. A sense of despair was creeping over her as she tried to calculate how many hours it had been. Enough for him to bite her multiple times. Enough for him to kill her, although she knew he would drag it out. Long and painful and slow. That was his style. And what was she herself doing? Wasting time rolling around with Lisette, convincing herself it was purely to lull the other vampire into complacency when truthfully it wasn’t as selfless as she-…
“Could you come back later?”
In the blink of an eye, all those thoughts came to a screeching halt. Mila stood suddenly rooted to the spot as the sound of that sweet voice came softly from behind the hotel door. Her eyes shot up with mixture of shock and awe. She could not believe it.
“You have got to be kidding me...”
The grin on Lisette’s face as the younger vampire peered back at her made Mila’s stomach turn and suddenly everything felt wrong. She was on the wrong side of Lisette, too far from the door, not able to put herself between them before-… “Wait!!” CRACK The metal lock broke with a sickening noise, like bones breaking, as Lisette gave it a sharp twist. The door swung open and there was Charlie, scrambling to put distance between herself and the two monsters in the hallway. Mila’s metaphorical heart leapt to see her again. With speed and strength that spoke to her sudden frantic desire to shield her from Lisette, Mila instantly sprung forward, clipping the other vampire’s shoulder as she skirted past her and placed herself in between the line of fire.
“Charlie!” Her voice was breathless. “How did you-?? But how did-?”
She desperately wanted to turn and clutch Charile’s shoulders and ask her how on earth she had managed to get away from Booker, because already she could see that the girl was by herself. She wanted to examine the marks on her pale skin and know each and every bruise and scratch on her body so that she could inflict the same pain on Booker a thousand times over. If only she could have lifted her to the bed at that moment and made her go to sleep while she watched over her, until the circles under her eyes disappeared again. And above all, she wanted to kiss her cheek and stroke her hair and beg her to forgive her for the hell she’d been through, all because Mila had arbitrarily interfered with her life.
Unfortunately, she could do none of those things with Lisette standing in the doorway, looking like she’d just hit the ultimate jackpot. Mila stood facing the other vampire with a stony expression on her face. The playful taunts and innuendos from just a short while ago were completely forgotten and Lisette was nothing to her but a threat to be dealt with again.
“We’ll be leaving now. I’ll be taking Charlie with me,” she said coldly. She didn’t have a plan, but she knew they needed to get away from Lisette if they could. She had no idea if Booker was hot on the trail or not and she didn’t want to stick around to find out. “You don’t want to fight me,” Mila warned her, intentionally relaxing her stance, as if she had nothing to worry about. “It’s not two against one this time. And I’m not hungry like before.” She stared evenly at her with hard, unblinking eyes. “If you turn this into a fight, you know you’ll lose. You can’t overpower me.” Mila gestured dismissively at her. “Move away from the door.”
Wow, your post was fantastic!! I loved it! :D
No way, what part of Michigan did you live in? Our friends are in Grand Rapids, and we also used to go to a summer camp there every year. I loved it in the summer because it the heat wasn't as bad up there, but yeah I don't think I'd like the winters x/ I've lived most of my life in the south and I definitely prefer the warm weather. And yep, I'm on East Coast time too.
You're a little older than me, I just turned 22 a few days ago, July 12th x) Are you in school?
No way, what part of Michigan did you live in? Our friends are in Grand Rapids, and we also used to go to a summer camp there every year. I loved it in the summer because it the heat wasn't as bad up there, but yeah I don't think I'd like the winters x/ I've lived most of my life in the south and I definitely prefer the warm weather. And yep, I'm on East Coast time too.
You're a little older than me, I just turned 22 a few days ago, July 12th x) Are you in school?
Yeah NC isn't too bad, it's incredibly humid right now in the summer, but for the most part the weather's pretty mild ^^ Honestly, it's probably pretty similar to West Virginia, we're pretty close! We've driven through WV about a million times to visit friends up in Michigan. I lived in Florida too! In Shalimar, which is close to Pensacola, out on the panhandle. I loved Florida. My dad's in the military so that's why I've lived in a few different places. So how old are you?
As if you need more to read lol...
I'm so bummed out because it turns out the girl I mentioned in my last post smokes weed regularly, which is.. I don't know how I feel about it. I only found out last night when I went to her apartment and she and all her roommates were already high. She smokes every day apparently, it's part of her weekly finances, all her friends smoke and sell pot. I'm not a judgmental person, but I know I sound judgmental right now. I know that getting high isn't any worse than getting drunk, I know it's not some big, evil thing, or that everyone who smokes ends up wasting their life away, unmotivated, on the couch, only thinking about their next hit. A lot of people try it out while they're young and then stop, or it's just a social thing. It's not necessarily a gateway to more potent drugs. I mean, it is illegal, but a lot of people treat it like a medication. It evens them out, they feel relaxed at the end of the day. It's probably gonna be legal in the US eventually anyway..
But...no matter how much I try to rationalize, I wish she didn't. I don't really like that sickly sweet smell. I could taste it on her mouth later too. I don't smoke cigarettes and I've never tried weed. Vapors or edibles seem like safer alternatives to smoking it, but I haven't tried taking it those ways either. I do want to try it sometime, but it won't ever become a habit for me. I've told my friends about this and they are literally half and half about the whole thing - some of them say, uh no of course it won't work out with you two, and the rest tell me to stop overthinking it, just go with the flow. She's really attractive. She's a few years older than me, which is different for me, I've never been with someone older. She wanted me to try it, but when she could see I wasn't interested she started talking about how she plans to cut back and make it an occasional thing. She says this to me while we're all entangled in each other on the couch, so of course I'm in the mood to believe anything she tells me. It wouldn't be bad as an occasional thing, I think. It's just that, it's not a part of my life at all. I don't care if other people do drugs, they can do whatever what they want, I don't care. And I don't even mind being with them when they smoke - everyone's really sociable and relaxed the entire time. So it's fine. Actually, I feel very conflicted about this whole thing. I can't tell what I want. I want her, but I don't want to smoke weed with her. I'm certainly not going to ask her to stop. I can't tell someone how to live, plus we just met! I like her a lot but I don't think we're compatible.
I'm so bummed out because it turns out the girl I mentioned in my last post smokes weed regularly, which is.. I don't know how I feel about it. I only found out last night when I went to her apartment and she and all her roommates were already high. She smokes every day apparently, it's part of her weekly finances, all her friends smoke and sell pot. I'm not a judgmental person, but I know I sound judgmental right now. I know that getting high isn't any worse than getting drunk, I know it's not some big, evil thing, or that everyone who smokes ends up wasting their life away, unmotivated, on the couch, only thinking about their next hit. A lot of people try it out while they're young and then stop, or it's just a social thing. It's not necessarily a gateway to more potent drugs. I mean, it is illegal, but a lot of people treat it like a medication. It evens them out, they feel relaxed at the end of the day. It's probably gonna be legal in the US eventually anyway..
But...no matter how much I try to rationalize, I wish she didn't. I don't really like that sickly sweet smell. I could taste it on her mouth later too. I don't smoke cigarettes and I've never tried weed. Vapors or edibles seem like safer alternatives to smoking it, but I haven't tried taking it those ways either. I do want to try it sometime, but it won't ever become a habit for me. I've told my friends about this and they are literally half and half about the whole thing - some of them say, uh no of course it won't work out with you two, and the rest tell me to stop overthinking it, just go with the flow. She's really attractive. She's a few years older than me, which is different for me, I've never been with someone older. She wanted me to try it, but when she could see I wasn't interested she started talking about how she plans to cut back and make it an occasional thing. She says this to me while we're all entangled in each other on the couch, so of course I'm in the mood to believe anything she tells me. It wouldn't be bad as an occasional thing, I think. It's just that, it's not a part of my life at all. I don't care if other people do drugs, they can do whatever what they want, I don't care. And I don't even mind being with them when they smoke - everyone's really sociable and relaxed the entire time. So it's fine. Actually, I feel very conflicted about this whole thing. I can't tell what I want. I want her, but I don't want to smoke weed with her. I'm certainly not going to ask her to stop. I can't tell someone how to live, plus we just met! I like her a lot but I don't think we're compatible.
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