Chelsea is waxing moronic

                So now, I am running through the halls again like a freedom-crazed criminal, and I really do feel criminal right now. In the past few days, I have done very bad things. It gives me that gritty feeling that rolls up on your skin, and if you will allow me to indulge in telling you about how exciting it all is. What I mean is if this gritty down and dirty type feeling was bothering me then I would have stopped it. Right now, I still feel like a B movie heroine, and my co-star is that full on crazy Rachel.

                Actually right now, I am not doing anything terribly bad that good girls would be ashamed of as another tremor rolls underfoot as we dash the length of the hall we were in. Actually, my good friend Rachel and I are desperately looking for a safe haven. It is something you learn as a kid. Stop drop and roll for fire, just say no to drugs and for Cali kids it is duck and cover when you start feeling those tectonic plates shift.

                “Come.” She says hastily grabbing my wrist roughly and yanks me into an open door right as she enters it. If I learned anything from physics, it is that the amount of force that was used could only end up with my unstable and shocked form to practically slam into hers. As I did, I heard her soft admittance of surprise or perhaps release of breath from when I hit her chest. Either way I felt her breath in a soft draft across my heat slicked skin and its scent was mild mint.

                It washed over my face again as I felt each beat of vowel and consonant as she asked…

                Rachel is suffering… as usual

                “How long do these usually last?”

I do not think I will ever get used to this random phenomenon of nature, and even if this was the first time experienced with Chelsea in my arms.

                She was warm I recall this perfectly, and that sensation made this situation of mine slip into the uncomfortable column. Coupled with the heat of the day and us making mad dashes through the hall it made me feel like I was roasting in my skin. Basically boiling, but even so I was not bound to move her at any time in our near future. It was all I could do to keep myself perfectly still like this locked against her and not move. I wanted to though. I wanted my fingertips to run along her naked forearms. Along her shoulders, her collarbone, her neck, her cheek, her jaw. Ever so slowly drawing her deeply in to…what exactly?