Collab with @Fabricant451 and @lovely complexHaving no clue of the major misunderstanding that was blossoming between the two girls, Gigi couldn’t help but smile in ignorant bliss and follow the rebel to their dorms. However, the naive girl was curious about what Darian meant by ‘I’d take you behind the building’. Was that a place she liked to have girl talks? The young woman would definitely take note of the odd meeting place that her potential new friend liked, for future hangouts!
In a way, this was a bit nerve-racking for her. Never did Gigi think the first time she truly took the chance to talk to Darian, would be the first day she’d go in another person’s dorm room other than her own. The person in itself made this experience strange, but the baker girl wasn’t going to let this chance pass her by!
For the most part, the walk was silent, with Gigi glancing at the taller woman every so often. Not so much her face, but the burning cigarette that entered her soft looking lips. She couldn’t help but comment on the poison stick, “
My father smokes a lot... They’re trying to quit but it’s a hard addiction to go cold turkey on. Sorry, this is a bit out of the blue...” With a faint blush on her cheeks, she scratched her head. Here she was ranting about her fathers and cigarettes, but she couldn’t help herself, “
I just don’t see the fascination of burning your throat and getting a nicotine high. When I was 12, I tried my dad’s Marlboro’s in the backyard. It was a god awful experience. I got so lightheaded I nearly passed out!” Speaking about passing out... was she doing okay with not falling asleep? Luckily the brisk weather made her more wired than she should be, the ash blondie didn’t realize where she stood in terms of her health, but this walk was… kind of nice.
Darian remained mostly silent as the two girls continued their little trek through the early winter wonderland and the wolf that was the darker girl found no room to truly interject as Gigi took the initiative with regards to conversation. Darian did, however, find her eyes rolling when the realization that the topic was about cigarettes. Was it too much to ask that one of these girls Darian hooked up with, just one, not bring up the cigarettes? They either lied and said they were fine with it - up until they were coughing and asking Darian to put it out - or else they assumed she would quit altogether because they confused a no strings attached hookup for an engagement and wished to ‘fix’ the young girl entirely.
”There’s your problem, Gumdrop,” Darian’s not-meant-to-be-affectionate nickname for Gigi was hard to make sound snide but Darian had found a way,
”You tried a Marlboro.” Darian snickered as she took another drag and exhaled a puff of smoke into the cool air.
”I don’t see the fascination of givin’ people muffins but you don’t hear me tellin’ you to quit. Those little cinnamon shits, by the way? Needed a ton more icing.” Of course Darian hadn’t exactly tasted them, having merely chucked them into the snow after crushing them, but what Gigi didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt her.
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Needs more frosting? I’ll make sure next time I do that… Gumdrop is a cute nickname...) The petite girl thought to herself.
It wasn’t that Gigi was trying to change Darian and her habits, she just merely wanted to comment on it. She was use to people smoking. The fact that she was worried for smokers’ health's, especially her fathers, would never change. Yet, if it made them less stressed, cigarettes was something she would have to deal with. Did she offend her? Deciding to stay silent for the rest of the walk, no longer wanting to talk about this topic, the young woman began fiddling with her fingers. Perhaps she wasn’t the best conversationalist when it came to Darian? Someone she knew nothing about… cigarettes just seemed like an obvious topic she could talk about…
Darian didn’t so much as flinch at the mention of Gigi having fathers; as far as the loner was concerned the details of Gigi’s private, personal life weren’t important. Nor did it really matter to her. It just was what it was, and her mind was too busy focusing on finishing her cigarette and the little trip to somewhere behind closed doors.
”Gotta say, Gumdrop,” Darian flicked the finished cigarette to the ground, stepping on it to put it out, as they arrived at the dorms,
”Didn’t think you’d be into this. Good thing I ain’t like the assholes back in class, with their judgmental asses. Come on, then.” Darian inclined her head and entered the dorm, not so much as holding the door open to let Gigi in first.
Grabbing the door before it shut on her face, ‘Gumdrop’ innocently blinked and thought nothing of Darian’s actions, which would be considered rude in most people’s eyes. The ‘proper’ etiquette of the situation would be for the first person to hold the door for those who follow. It wasn’t Darian’s place to hold the door for her and the baker girl was fully capable of letting herself in! The fact that she didn’t like relying on others also clouded her judgement on the situation.
Darian led the way to her room. The whiteboard hanging on the door to Darian’s room had a crudely drawn picture of a hand giving the middle finger placed just below her name. She never claimed to be an artist, after all. There was also a green sign hung just below the whiteboard that read ‘CLOTHING OPTIONAL BEYOND THIS POINT’ made to look like a sign straight from the road. It was meant as a joke, surely.
Tilting her head at the drawing and the sign, Gigi couldn’t help but feel amused. A smirk fell on her face, as her sea green orbs scanned and contemplated what she was seeing. Freedom of expression, right? But the ‘clothing optional’ sign was a bit confusing. Was it toasty in her room? The baker girl did sleep in a relatively thin nightgown herself, but that was for her own eyes only.
The door opened and Darian stepped inside first. By virtue of the fact that it was the first day, Darian’s room was cleaner than the past rumors had suggested. The floor was clean and carpeted, though there was a lingering stain off to the far right corner. Her bed lay against the west wall and was topped with red sheets. Above her bed was a poster of a female musician known for her risque performances; next to that poster was another poster, this one of two characters from a popular video game series fighting; one wore blue and the other green. On the immediate right after entering the room was Darian’s desk but there weren’t any books on it, but rather a rather impressive ant farm inside of which ants scurried about doing whatever it was ants did. Above the desk and ant farm were two posters each showing images of insects.
To the left of the door, across from the ant farm and visible from the bed, was a nightstand on which sat both a clock with mp3 player functionality, and a laptop. The right side of the room is where her bags were, and where her clothes would be hung up once she fully finished unpacking.
As Darian stepped inside, she started by removing her boots and tossing them against the far wall.
”Get comfortable or whatever. Come on, over here,” Darian had taken a seat on the edge of her bed and was patting the mattress for Gigi to join her.
In Gigi’s opinion, red sheets were an odd color to have. Something that hinted at steamy romances and honeymoons! Of course, red could simply be a color that soothes the taller girl. Unfortunately, the baker girl had no idea who the figures were on Darian’s posters, not being well-versed in video games or that scandalous female musician. Her expression brightened with intrigue as her gaze fell upon the ant farm and images of insects. That was something she didn’t expect! Rather than go to the bed like Darian was gesturing her to, she went to the ant farm, allowing her body to adjust to the different temperatures, ultimately gaining color back on her skin. Her stare observed the little critters as they tunneled through the formicarium, “
I didn’t know you liked insects this much. I don’t know many people who have one of these… I wonder where the Queen is.” She drew closer to the the transparent glass box, unintentionally ignoring Darian’s request, as she looked through the mass amount of ants.
“
Oh! There she is!” It was obvious Gigi was a girl, who got easily distracted, and forgot about the ‘girl talk’ that was bound to ensue.
Darian clicked the roof of her mouth; this was one reason why she preferred not taking girls back to her room. Either they wanted to gush about music or else they had a strong reaction to the ants. The strongest, of course, being a shriek and an admission of being grossed out - and nothing killed the mood quite like someone screaming in fright and disgust. As different as Gigi’s response was, Darian still couldn’t help but feel as though it was simply putting off the main event. Still on the bed, Darian had removed her jacket, tossing it lazily onto the floor by her luggage. Beneath the jacket she had simple back tee that was a size too small, thus showing a sliver of her midriff; hardly snow appropriate weather but the snow had been an unexpected factor.
”You didn’t come to talk about ants, Gumdrop,” Darian stated, quite matter-of-factly, now wrestling with slipping her snow-stained socks off her feet.
”Though why do you know what a queen looks like? Tch, probably just saw the size difference.” For a moment, Darian sounded interested in continuing the conversation, but just as quickly as it started she brushed it off.
”Well, I know I didn’t bring you here to talk about ants, anyway…” Darian was still in a particular set of mind.
“
I’m sorry!” Gigi straightened her posture and looked at the other woman apologetically, “
This is just kind of cool… and the queen’s, um, thorax has a different structure… I just remember reading something about it...” Her stare trailed to the jacket on the floor, to the boots by the far wall, and then the snow/wet spots on the carpet. Gigi’s inner OCD kicked in, “
I need to do something before we start! It would just annoy me to no end.” And with that, she took off her shoes, grabbed Darian’s shoes, and put them by the heater. Going to her bag, she pulled out a tiny squirt bottle with multipurpose disinfectant and a roll of paper towels. She always came prepared!
Swiftly, so she didn’t annoy the dark skinned girl anymore, Gigi scrubbed the more apparent wet spots on the rug. After tossing the used paper sheets in the recycle bin, the petite girl returned her cleaning supplies back in her bag. Her actions came across as methodical like she was raised to have things a certain way, at least in terms of cleanliness. Approaching the jacket, the baker girl bowed, “
Sorry again! I’m kind of… weird. I-I’m just going to hang your coat on your desk chair...” While she talked, the adorable girl did exactly as she said. Finally, she was somewhat satisfied.
Cautiously, she approached the bed. Unintentionally biting her lip, Genevieve asked, “
It’s alright to go on your bed?” She looked a bit nervous. Going on a stranger’s bed wasn’t something she did before. Darian would be too kind to let someone she barely knew ruin her bed with their scent and who knows what else!? Gigi was pretty clean, having scrubbed herself thoroughly in the morning. She also liked nighttime baths, but to add anymore wrinkles to her sheets would be a sin!
The warmth of the room was definitely setting in, relaxing Gigi’s body and unknowingly, making her sleepy.
Darian’s face was stuck in a confused state, her mouth slightly open, head tilted at a slight angle to the left, and her eyes seemed unwilling to blink for fear of the activity turning out to be some sort of illusion. Was this girl serious right now? Being interested in ants was one thing, and Darian was willing to let one thing go without comment, but now Gigi was organizing and tidying her room as if the girl was a maid or something. Darian was leaning towards this all being some kind of elaborate prank, and time being wasted like that was hardly her idea of fun. And wasn’t that the point of coming round to the room anyway? For a bit of fun?
”You’re a weird fuckin’ girl, Gumdrop,” Darian said flatly while the baker finished her impromptu cleaning session.
”Ch’yeh,” She clicked her mouth,
”Know what you oughta be for Halloween. But don’t think I owe you none, I didn’t ask you to do that shit.” If Darian was complaining, she was doing so internally.
Once Gigi had finished her unusual task, Darian finally assumed that this very strange bit of foreplay was over and done with. This was why she always just took the lead and why it often happened outside, against the school walls. No time for foreplay or awkward conversation when caught between brick walls and Darian Green’s lips.
”Well where the fuck else are we gonna do this? Standin’ up?” Darian asked, half in jest.
When Gigi approached the bed, but didn’t sit down next to the increasingly impatient Darian, the trouble maker took it upon herself to get the baker over that next hurdle. Darian reached out to grab Gigi and pull the cleanly girl right onto Darian’s lap. If that’s what it would take, then so be it.
As the bleach haired woman pulled her in, the smaller girl didn’t pay any sort of attention on the direction she was heading towards. After Gigi made her way to Darian’s lap, she softly explained, “
I don’t expect anything from you…” Situating herself on her maybe new friend’s lap, naive Genevieve, stared into her hazel eyes which were oddly close but not something that made her feel uncomfortable.
“
... or anyone.” She muttered. Darian’s piercing stare was kind of mesmerizing. Was it weird to be on her lap? Is this how Darian treated all her guests?
Drawing closer to her lips, Gigi felt an urge to press her own up against her’s… But instead, she brushed a strand of hair out of Darian’s face and daringly inquired, “
Is everything okay? You looked really sad earlier.” A bit worried of how she would react, Genevieve distanced herself a little yet stood on her lap and the warmth of Darian’s arms. Her expression revealed someone who was truly concerned.
The talking continued, and that was yet another mark on the puzzling column when it came to Gigi. Short of simply going for it, Darian didn’t know how she could make her intent any more obvious...so the obvious route it would have to be. While Gigi spoke and brushed a strand of the bleached hair to the side, Darian grinned - perhaps Gigi was understanding after all. She moved to close the distance, but succeeded only in having her lips brush against Gigi’s cheek.
The other girl had moved just enough in her talking to cause Darian to miss the intended target, that being the lips of course. And that little misfire was just enough for Darian to hear the question that was asked of her. Her answer first came with the narrowing of her eyebrows, a sudden change from the almost smoldering, piercing look that she had been trying to give at the onset of this little adventure.
”What the hell do you mean is everything okay? Why wouldn’t it be? I ain’t here to answer questions and I damn sure hope you ain’t here to ask them.” While not exactly yelling, Darian was clearly growing annoyed by the simple inquiry.
Why? Why was she always so angry? Why did she attack the world? Everything Darian touched burnt and disintegrated. Genevieve’s emotions matched in annoyance, perhaps a little bit more than Darian since Gigi being annoyed or angry wasn’t something that was seen often. She couldn’t even react to the kiss on the cheek. Her soft stare turned into a dark glare, “
Why the fuck do you push people away when they offer you kindness?”
(
This was a terrible idea. I can’t believe I thought I could be your friend.)
Pushing away and standing up, Gigi fiercely turned toward the troublemaker, “
Like it or not Darian, some people don’t expect shit when they want to be there for you. Sorry I fucking bothered.”
(
Why… why am I getting angry?)
As she walked toward her shoes, the boiling anger had caused her head to go light. Slightly losing balanced, she used the wall for stability and went to put on her shoes. Her vision grew hazy. No, no, no… not now…
”Kindness? KINDNESS?” Darian remained seated on her bed, but her hands were clutching at the sheets ; it was safer than having her fingers continually ball themselves into a tight fist, anyway. Why did it have to be so damn difficult? This was her fault for taking a chance on a good girl, too much effort for what was probably not going to be that great a payoff,
“Don’t act like you’re doin’ me some kinda favor here. You’re the one that wanted to do this, not me. What is it with girls like you? Think you can get in my head or somethin’? I brought you here to make out, see what happened, you’re tryin’ to get all deep like you’re an expert.” Darian scoffed and turned her head away, muttering under her breath at how the situation was ‘fuckin’ typical’.
“I ain’t gonna be your little extracurricular project. Shoulda figured you weren’t interested in this. Don’t think givin’ me some shitty muffin means we’re cool.” Darian saw no reason to hold that particular slight back; in her mind she had already been betrayed by the false pretense. A waste of time was almost as bad as someone simply asking Darian about her supposed ‘issues’. At least the direct ones are honest about it.
”Oh, what now, can’t put on your shoes? Too shaken up by the truth? You never wanted to be here anyway, might as well get your ass walkin’. Don’t worry, I won’t tell those clowns in class, I know how precious your purity is to them. Your little dip into profanity dies with me.” Darian sighed out, more angry than annoyed, angry because for a single moment she had found the idea of hooking up with the class good girl to be hilariously appealing. But now, as with so many others, Darian was questioning if the mountain was even worth the climb.
Gigi managed to put on her shoes, she was panting heavily as voices entered her head...her dad...the headmaster...teachers… Darian… too many voices, “
Shut up… all of you… just shut up. Girls like me?” Concentrating hard to stay awake, Genevieve turned to the dark skinned woman, who just kept going...and going… and going.
“
What...do you know…” she teethed.
Rather than grab her backpack, the feisty ‘role model’ slowly made her way to Darian, who seemed to be distracted by her own words. There was something different about Gigi’s aura… something more daring?
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What do any of you know?) Her mind growled.
Grabbing a hold of her head, Gigi forcibly brought Darian close to her. Without any hesitation, she pressed her strawberry coated lips against her sensually curved one’s. Her face flushed pink as she kept her sea green orbs open, staring straight into the hazel storm.
(
You will never understand me)
The kiss was intense and only grew… the seemingly sweet girl traced her tongue along her lips and then pierced it into the she-wolf’s cave. No more words. No more sound.
Time to let her actions do the talking.
Her tongue danced with it’s partner, as Gigi swallowed Darian into this unreal fantasy. Her stare was filled with certainty, letting her hands tangle in the wild bleach hair. Her petite frame rubbed against the tempting figure that sat on the bed before her. For a moment, it was as if Genevieve allowed Darian to completely envelop her, own her, in this embrace. Letting a fire ignite on the inside, her heart raced. This was not a kiss of love, nor a kiss of lust. This was a kiss of recognition. A kiss to end the cruel opinions around her and to show some of her true colors...
Of course, good things never do last. Pulling away and licking the saliva around her lips, Gigi muttered, “
My first kiss is all your’s. Tell the world. I don’t care anymore.” Too impatient to wait for a response, Gigi staggered toward the door, not even caring about her bag with her planner and other important necessities. After she swung the door open, letting it hit the wall rather loudly, Gumdrop left with no aim or goal. Her expression was completely dead.
The moment she stepped out the door… her eyes rolled up and she collapsed to the ground, passing out from pure exhaustion.
On the rather short list of ways to get Darian to shut up, Gigi had found perhaps the quickest. What better way to silence the disparaging and rude girl’s comments than by muffling her with a sudden kiss. The shock of it was clear in Darian’s hazel eyes, widened when Gigi acted far bolder than Darian had ever considered possible, but by the time their tongues found themselves circling around the dancefloor, Darian had gotten into it, the predator falling victim to the most unexpected of prey.
Darian closed her eyes as the kiss lingered, a simple gesture that nevertheless marked a sudden shift in power between the two. How long that shift would last was unknown, but Darian was willing to go along with it for as long as it lasted. And just as suddenly as it arrived, Gigi’s lips were pulled away and Darian slowly opened her eyes, lips parted and wordless sighs serving as her initial reaction. The foreplay was definitely finished now, though it seemed that the main course had just ended.
”They’d never believe me anyway,” Darian responded back to Gigi’s retreating back.
”You’ve got your image. I’ve got mine. People aren’t gonna want to see anything other than what they know. You’ll always be Goody Gigi Gumdrop, and I’ll always be Darian the Terrible.” What Darian didn’t know, not right away, anyway, was that her words were falling on collapsed ears. It was only after a sigh and a shaking of the head that Darian remembered where she was..and spotted a backpack that was absolutely not hers.
”Don’t leave your shit in my room like we’re an item or some shit,” Darian was slowly returning to her earlier, more easily annoyed self as she slid off her bed to toss Gigi’s bag out into the hall.
But of course, the more immediate issue was seen just outside her door: the passed out body of Gigi, which surely wouldn’t look good for Darian. Insults, vandalism, and truancy were one thing, but a collapsed girl outside her room was a totally different story.
”Fuckin’ perfect.” And now Darian was responsible, at least until the girl either woke up or was missed enough to have someone come looking.
But until that time came, Darian was willing to drag the supposed good girl back inside, if only so she could be passed out on something more comfortable than the floor. After scanning her head to the left and right, for visual proof that no one was around, she dragged Gigi back into the room to place the girl onto the bed. It wasn’t quite how Darian imagined getting her into the bed in the first place...but these things often go so awry.
