| Whitney |A hot shower was just what the doctor ordered; It soothed Whitney's aching back and left her feeling relaxed enough to snag a good night's sleep. The only problem she had now was not wanting to leave the comfort of the steamy bathroom to step back out into that freezing hotel air. On top of it all, she'd completely spaced bringing her light blue long sleeved fleece pajama set along before hopping in. Why the hell didn't I bring any clean clothes with me? Whitney swore to herself, reaching a hand just outside the beige shower curtain to retrieve a fluffy white towel. By doing so, a sharp breeze almost cut her to the bone.Okie dokie, this isn't going to work. Deciding to phone a friend in this situation, Whitney prayed Hollis was still awake and would be willing to fish through her luggage for the particular clothing items she wanted to wear. "Holly?" She shouted, wringing out her long black hair and

| Whitney | Maine's sun had already set behind the vast trees and mountains that stretched for miles just beyond Kendra and Whitney's house before the three girls finally went inside. Hollis and Kendra were suddenly fourteen years old again, covered in snow and getting lost in shoving each other. They laughed in a way Whitney hadn't heard before. It was a pretty cool thing to be around, and she felt lucky to know and love both of them. "I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. You wanna stay for pizza, Hollis? Or did you guys eat already?" Kendra shrugged out of her fire engine red parka and hung it up on a wooden coat hanger. Hollis did the same with her jacket, and rested one of her hands on Whitney's fragile shoulder mischievously. "Wicked. Babe, you good with cheese? I don't care for the entire garden plus a few lettuce shavings on my pizza. Unlike your roommate over there." She egged Kendra on, who threw a hideous ancient decorative pillow that'd belonged

| Hollis |“Am I hearing this correctly? You want Zette’s number?” Whitney asked with a mild amount of fear hidden in her voice.“Are you fucking joking, babe!? Yeah, I want your disrespectful EX GIRLFRIEND’S number. This has gone on long enough and I’m about to bring it to a screeching halt. If your sister won’t listen to you, trust me, Zette will want to hear what I have to say.” Hollis snarled, hastily shimming into a pair of light wash low rise jeans. “It’s her ass that’s getting chewed out if she still decides to come with your family to Auburn.”“I’m just so tired of the drama, Holly.” Whitney sighed curtly, but surrendered to her girlfriend’s request. “I sent it. Don’t threaten her too much, please? I don’t need my over dramatic sister running to our parents and making this a bigge

| Whitney |With December just around the corner, unforgiving Maine wind howled and whistled right outside the Munroe Inn. Hollis gruffly rose from the bed to kneel, removing her navy blue sweater and plain white tee she wore underneath as she maintained eye contact with Whitney. Their hotel room was starting to lose it’s chilly atmosphere, and the only sound that could be heard over their frantic panting was the hum of the heater. Hollis’ black bra followed and as soon as it was tossed aside, Whitney carefully cupped the blonde’s small perky tits in her trembling hands. When it came to sex, every time felt like the very first time, and it was almost always a feverish event. There was so much more to their relationship, but part of the initial connection would always stand out; Their undeniable physical attraction to one another. “God, your boobs drive me crazy...they’re so little and perfect!&

| Whitney |So she actually came, but what was there left to say? Almost a year ago now, Criszette committed the ultimate offense- sleeping with Theresa. As a result, she effectively ended their year and a half long relationship and became the perfect reason to get the hell out of California. She’d dodged every text, phone call, and email for months leading up to her big move. It only took Whitney a minute to think about what her sister was proposing. Wiping the tears away, she met Theresa’s bluish green eyes with conviction.“It’s partially Zette’s fault I left in the first place. What makes you think I want to see her? She killed us the moment she touched you. We’d still be together if it weren’t for that! I wouldn’t even be here. Why is that so hard for you to grasp? You ruined my life, Theresa. From day one. Bringing Zette is just rubbing salt in my wounds at this point.”