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Janis knew it was a dream. She was laying in a bed in the middle of an empty room, but it was not the same bed she fell asleep in. It wasn't even her room. She couldn't move but something told her this was ok, it was good, it was something she would like.
Another way the girl knew it was a dream was that there was another girl walking around the bed, most likely observing. The darkness and shadows hid her face, but Janis knew it was a girl from the occasional feminine hums and the clicking of heels.
Just as Janis was about to ask what the hell was happening, the shadow woman finally spoke. "You're all mine, baby." A normally creepy statement, the dream told her again that it was fine. She recognised that voice from somewhere though, but where?
The click of heels got closer, louder until it finally stopped. The girl emerged leaving Janis speechless. There stood Regina George in a red strapless dress. Janis still could not move (nor did she even want to, if she was completely honest) as the stunning girl leaned less than an inch away from her face.
That was the last thing Janis saw before she woke up.
Gaymian- Good morning, time to start a new day of high school, or as I like to call it, the teenage shitshow
ArtBitch- If someone could just bring me my paints and an endless supply of coffee I'll die a happy girl
Gaymian- Same but with a bunch of men and You Will Be Found on repeat
ArtBitch- A gay crying fest, how fun. Also, bro I had such a weirdass dream
Gaymian- Same, my dad came back but he had a plastic dress on and his hair was made of pasta. What was yours?
ArtBitch- Damian wtf…
Gaymian- Even in my dreams I'm extra
ArtBitch- Not wrong. I gtg, I'll tell you about mine later
Janis quickly closed down her computer, threw on her signature jacket, barely managed to avoid spilling her burning coffee all over her, and hopped on her motorbike.