#kittyvalance

Sasha couldn’t imagine spending a better night with Kitty than looking at the stars. It had not been her idea originally but now that she was here under them all Sasha felt as if there were no where else she would rather be. Of course making new friends was a lovely plus but getting to bond with them over the stars? 

The blonde had been sitting on a park bench, watching as the people strolled by. The school was calm and Sasha felt it was something to remember. Birds chirped in the sky as if they had no reason to fear what danger might fall into their laps at any moment. The wind rustled through the trees in a hushed whisper that was so faint Sasha half believed she was making the sound up in her head. In the distance she could hear the small bits of chatter shared amongst the students and it was so very calming that she found herself sighing, tension rolling off of her shoulders, and a small smile settling on her lips. 

When someone sat beside her, Sasha hardly noticed. Lost in her own world it wasn’t until the girl spoke up that she glanced over at the stranger. The girl was gorgeous, movie star gorgeous, and like always when she met someone attractive, Sasha felt her brain turning to mush and her words joining together in an incoherent mumbling of sorts. After some time and some words exchanged, though, the blonde felt more comfortable in her new setting. Meeting Kitty for the first time she really was surprised when the other girl offered to take her stargazing. At first she wondered if this were a trick or a dare like the ones she’d seen other people get but, no, no it seemed to be real. At least the other made no move to disprove that this was real. 

And that’s how she ended up with the girl who was all too pretty and popular to be her friend laying in the grass besides her as they looked up at the darkened sky. Salt on black construction paper, snow flakes on a gravel road, that’s what the stars looked like. They ran into each other as if there were no room in the infinite sky and each needed their own bit of space. Shifting here and there Sasha never felt more at peace.

“Thank you for this, kitty. I appreciate it. Really, I needed this.”

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

Riley tossed an arm over the blonde, an almost empty beer bottle flinging around to the beat of the music in her other hand. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the music and too drunk to care if Kitty was in the mood for her usual drunk clinginess. She felt the girl curl into her body, opening her eyes and placing her free hand around her back. “Kitty cat?!” She awkwardly laughed, not sure what was going on. She figured she must be too drunk and about to get sick.

☾, it’s the middle of the night and my muse has a nightmare about yours-- what does my muse do? 

Chase jumps up, gasping. He knows it’s a nightmare, he knows Kitty isn’t the one currently passing out dares. And yet his head still spins, images of the dare box falling from her bag replaying over and over again, but this time it’s not accidental. It’s on purpose. She laughs. She wants them to know she’s playing, because that’s what she’s doing. Playing. Playing the game. It’s all just a game. 

☏:How about a voice message from my muse?

[unsent text] Kitty, sometimes when I eat strawberries I think about you. Fresh and juicy. That sounds more dirty than I intended, bet you’d taste good dipped in cream too anyway ;)

[unsent text] Did the band break up? I think Jamie hit me over the head with a guitar before. I thought that was a sign that you’d make it. Strong independent women just tearing up the town. :((((

[unsent text] The other day I was scrolling through Facebook in one of my few well constructed wifi spots and I saw a picture of you and Ricky. How’d that go? Do you guys hang out? Do you ever wonder how you got there? Man, I can’t imagine being thrown into a surprise shotgun wedding. My weddings were always arranged by me and a surprise to everyone else.

[unsent text] Did you hear about Kyle? 

[unsent text] I feel like we both missed out on a good opportunity for wedding cake. It was a real shame when Charles took that cake pole. I mean, it could of been poisoned but it was still hand made nine layer cake, Kitty, do you understand the emotions I’m feeling right now?

[UNSENT]

BEATRICE → KITTY: I was thinking about the past and I just wanted to say hi. We never really talked that much but you seemed nice. So, hi.

[UNSENT]

BEATRICE → KITTY: If i j ust sent you a nude picyure im so sorry i’m a little bit durnk xc

[UNSENT]

BEATRICE → KITTY: Are you still bitter over our last semester?

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BEATRICE → KITTY: Would it be weird to send out Christmas cards? Would anyone at Whittemore even remember me? Do you remember me?

[UNSENT]

BEATRICE → KITTY: Sending you well wishes for the holidays xx

[SENT]