Chapter 2

why'd you only call me when you're high?

« Mia », her name meant « mine » so you could already feel comfortable around her and close to her. but at the same time, she was oddly like that to everyone, she made everyone around her feel special. so it wasn't like she belonged to anyone, she just made feel everyone they could have her but really she was already someone else's.

she craved for touches. her own skin craved to be touched. her body was aching. she wished her body would just collapse into someone else's. she didn't know if her body was aching out of tiredness or from not having been touched by the person she wanted to for a while. a broken heart, a needy body, a tired soul.

the truth is when she saw Luna, her body wasn't aching anymore. instead it was in her head, her mind was all over the place. she couldn't get a grasp of her own running thoughts. she didn't know if meeting her at the exact right moment was a bless or a curse. it was too sudden, too raw, too right.

she suffered from either loving too much or not loving at all. but she knew at that moment she saw Luna, an indescriptible sorrow could be felt on her face and still the way she looked so sad when she looked at the stars affected Mia so much, she knew what she was gonna suffer from.

Mia wasn't exactly what you would call a good girl; she went to parties, she'd get drunk, she'd get high, she broke hearts, she stole things, she was a hookup kind of girl, she was more into one night stand things. on the other side, she could be a really soft kind hearted girl. she liked reading books, she liked going into museums, she liked traveling on her own a lot. it's like there were two sides of her colliding into one body.

it was past midnight, she badly wanted to get high. basically, her mind was running wild. she wanted to stop it. it's been a while since she was left feeling empty and suddenly her mind decided to run wild. she didn't really get it, she didn't know if she hated or liked this. one thing she knew was she wanted to not feel all of this sort of things. getting high was one of her coping mechanisms; if she felt way too much: just get high, if she didn't feel enough: just get high. she took what looked like a pill of Xanax, she didn't really bother checking what it was just to be sure which made her feel both excitement and fear of not knowing what she was going to take. anyway, she took it and felt at ease with her running wild thoughts. she laid on her bed, looked up her ceiling. she just felt good and she liked this feeling. she put her speaker on and turned the music on. she was jamming to the music while going through her phone, she had so many notifications she didn't really bother to check. she suddenly a (terrible) idea which was to call one of her friends which she had an ambiguous relation with:

« - hey June, you should come over ~ i'm sooo high right now!

- fuck you for always calling me when you're high... what did your dumbass take this time?

- hum i don't know... probably Xanax. come — she had insisted on that word — here fast, pretty please. i know you like me too much to not come over see your baby.

- why'd you only call me when you're high? » June let out a loud sigh after hanging up the phone. she didn't really hate the idea of meeting Mia while she was both high and horny.

it was already 3am when June came into Mia's studio, June wore a blue jean short and an oversized gray sweater which really looked cute on her, Mia couldn't resist that look on her. she was really pretty and a bit shorter than Mia, she kinda had a slender body and a snatched waist which Mia really liked putting her hands around. both of them were dancing to the music while Mia had her hands wrapped around June's waist. the dark short haired girl passed one hand through June's curly soft brown hair. they were both singing along the lyrics which clearly described their mood:

Now it's three in the morning

And I'm trying to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls

And to my message you reply

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

High

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

June's hand was dancing with Mia's hand, their both intertwined hands were meeting each other's body, they'd often leave each other just to caress one another's body part but they'd always end up intertwined. once they always end up leaving each other, they'd share a kiss which would only get more intense each time as their lips would collapse into each other with their teasing tongue as they both wanted to show dominance over the other. before getting to the part, June always had a smirk on her face when she put HER music, she'd sing along to the lyrics:

Give me a reason

To love you

Give me a reason to be

A woman

anyway they would always end up on the bed, naked, with their fingers in each other. they knew it'd always end up in a competition on who would come faster and moan louder. they'd breathe hard against one another mouth and they'd cut each other's breath by making out. it would always end up with the both of them collapsing into the bed, with their body full of sweat and the other's body fluid.

it always ended amazing for both of them, they'd pull each other into a tight hug like if it was always the last time they would have sex. that's what Mia both liked and hated, she hated the fact that she always felt like it was the last time and she liked the fact that June was this attached to her. she was deeply in love with her so she liked seeing a bit of hope rising up. June was the only person she wouldn't let be a one time thing. it would always end up with Mia kissing the shorter girl's forehead, whispering « I missed you » to her ear which would always make June shiver a bit and would, nonetheless, make her smile sheepishly.