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Chapter Thirty-Two:
| Whitney |
For a moment, everything was quiet and almost alarmingly still. Whitney felt like she was floating in space, among several thousand stars without any gravity pulling her downward. The tranquil feeling didn’t last long- as anxious commotion started trickling it’s way into her quiet bubble of existence. She then felt herself being gently lowered back to earth.
God, I’m so dizzy...
Why is the ceiling spinning? What’s going on? Holly? Oh, there she is-
“Miss York? Can you hear me?” An urgent voice coaxed close by. It sounded deep and so far away; Like she was submerged underneath a crashing ocean, listening to someone yell for her from above the surface. Whitney blinked slowly, becoming less lightheaded as she tried to focus on a broken up Hollis who was still cradling her close to her chest tightly. She wanted to ask her girlfriend to calm down, because she was openly baw
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| Hollis |Attention hungry Criszette Swearengen and reserved Hollis Bogard were living, breathing proof that Whitney York didn’t have a set in stone type when it came to the women she romantically involved herself with. In many, many ways. The girls couldn’t have been any more different in appearance, from their opposite end of the spectrum hair color and cuts to their unique style of dress. Even at a dignified funeral, where the gatherers typically wore similar attire, Zette showed up to Theresa’s service in a flashy navy blue two piece pants suit paired with a black silk shirt and matching blazer on top for an added layer. Overly fond of expensive jewelry, the dark haired woman sported silver rings on both hands and a thin matching necklace. In contrast, Hollis chose form fitting black slacks and a plain white button up shirt. The silk tie she wore earlier had been done away with for comfort’s sake, and her sleeves were rolled up to the elb
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| Hollis |“You’re joking...right? Please tell me you’re pulling my leg, Dalton.” Hollis chuckled in disbelief, rubbing the entirety of her dismayed face with a hand slowly as she paced back and forth a safe distance away from the pricey steakhouse. Warm California wind blew the anxious girl’s ash blonde hair back gently, and it brushed against her shoulders with every deliberate movement she took. She was just finding out about Chad’s latest spontaneous drunken screw up, and this one was a real doozy.Not every person in the world could say their alcoholic father managed to crash into a street pole ten feet away from his house, after all. Just when she thought this day couldn’t possibly get any fucking worse.You’ve outdone yourself again, dad. Bravo. So much for trying to stay clean and sober.“I wish I could tell you I was.” The disabled man s
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| Hollis |I’m high as fuck right now. How the hell did THAT happen!? Hollis was somewhat aware of what was going on around her, but was also too high to care much about anything other than hanging around Whitney’s neck at the moment. She didn’t even remember being helped into her girlfriend’s parent’s roomy vehicle and carted back to their place for the evening– only stopping at The Dixie Hollywood Hotel so Whitney could check out and retrieve their belongings all by herself, ignoring James’ gentle offer to help. The dark haired girl had been quick to understand she couldn’t react harshly when Hollis was this blitzed out back at the steakhouse, so she was currently cradling the giggly blonde in her old neatly made up Queen sized canopy bed quietly; Staring straight ahead at the macaroni art she’d left behind on her plain white bedroom wall after picking up and moving to Mai
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Two years prior, Hollywood California| Whitney |"Eeeeeep! We’re so high up!” Whitney squealed anxiously, tightening her already iron grip on Criszette’s left arm as the Ferris Wheel they were currently riding at the California State Fair stopped a few spaces from the top abruptly. The gentle rocking of their elaborately decorated red carriage was causing the frightened girl to whimper softly, and she buried her nearly sun burnt face in the crook of Zette’s tanned neck fearfully— light brown eyes squeezed shut the entire time. The mild scent of Banana Boat tanning oil assaulted her nostrils with it’s sweet potency, and she breathed in deeply. At seven P.M, the salty air was still warm enough to keep the girls comfortable in their light Summer clothing. Whitney crossed one bare leg over the other as she pressed her trembling body closer into her adventurous girlfriend’s. The breezy pl
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| Hollis |The last time Hollis felt this tense gazing out front of that picturesque light blue town home her girlfriend shared with Kendra, it had been the dewy morning she found herself parked about 50 yards away waiting for Whitney just before they went on their first official fishing trip together. Hindsight 20/20, it really wasn’t the huge deal Hollis had hyped it up in her head to be. Back then, they were just two brand new friends with a wild attraction to each other, enjoying a nice outdoorsy morning with nothing but two fishing poles, a couple of folding chairs, and their respective choice in coffee.While the events of that gorgeous outing felt like they transpired only yesterday, in reality it had been nearly a whole year since the day Hollis and Whitney shared their very first of many magnetic kisses to come—right under an abundance of lively Juniper trees overlooking a scenic, sparkling riverbank. The tr
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The following morning | Kendra |“Huh. I guess Holl wound up staying over last night.” Kendra muttered softly with worried moss green eyes fixated on her best friend’s blue corolla, which was parked on the gorgeous property adjacent to Whitney’s black Prius. Having just pulled in following an exhilarating evening at Vivian’s, the small punk rocker was a little put off that Whitney didn’t shoot her a ‘heads up’ text like she normally would when Hollis crashed at their place. Had she known at least a little ahead of time, there’s no way in hell she would’ve spontaneously invited her new girlfriend over for what was supposed to be a romantic brunch. She’d planned an entire day for the two of them too; Eating great home cooked food and settling in to study for a few finals they had coming up.So much for THAT relaxing, drama free day.
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| Hollis |After sleeping off a wicked painful withdrawal spell, Hollis finally stirred from her repose several hours into the early evening —drenched in sweat—to find a very frightened Whitney seated at the edge of her ultra soft bed wearing one of the most tender expressions she’d ever been met with. The bewildered blonde had no idea how long her concerned lover had been there and felt guilty as hell for being the cause of so much added stress. Whitney tucked a few stray black curls that’d fallen into her line of vision behind an ear before leaning over to cradle Hollis’ warm, fatigued face in two trembling hands. She started to croak as the rich honey shade of her eyes darkened with distress.“...Thank gawd. You kept mumbling to yourself for like, five hours straight and I wasn’t sure what to do. Kendra told me to just let you sleep...I was so worried, babe.”Hollis’ first instin
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