#fox004

Location: Pelican Lake; summer 

Angel’s happy. With Fox, it’s kind of hard not to be. But it’s plain and simple and oddly familiar where she thought it might be foreign. It’s nice, happy. Genuinely happy. Maybe for the first time in her life, and whatever she thought it might have been before, she couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s not just the shrooms and the weed talking, though they are mixing together quite nicely. Nice, summer days are for doing drugs out in nature, and there’s no one she’d rather be doing them with than Fox. She doesn’t remember whose idea it was exactly, nor does she care at this point. Angel just knows it was a damn good one. Now, they’re in the back of the delorean, the van’s doors open to a lakefront view as summer heat creeps in. She’s straddling him, painting the solar system across her boyfriend’s bare chest. Between the sounds of Earth itself, being stoned, and physically feeling the steady rhythm of Fox’s breathing underneath her and the waves it sends through her, Angel’s focus is in overdrive. She’s never felt so connected to the universe and to the present and to nature. This is some real hippie shit, the thought floats lazily across her mind, but it’s the fidgeting that breaks her concentration. “Sit still,” Angel’s easy smile brings laughter to her words. “I’m trying to be a serious artist here,” She says, but instead of sitting straighter, she leans down a little closer to him, dropping her paintbrush off to the side. She reaches for the blunt resting between his fingers to take its place. And when she’s settled back in place, her face not so far from his, her eyes dart about his face, taking a moment to take him in and appreciate all that he is. “Do you think you can lean up and give me a kiss without fucking up my hard work?” She asks with a brighter, sweeter smile.