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Most of the time, Jecka doesn't really have any goals for her day other than for it to be a nice day.
Sure, she always says that she wants to make the most of it, get good grades, and plan ahead to look good enough to marry rich and all that, but those are all things that exist vaguely in the future. Stuff that future Jecka needs to worry about.
Current Jecka just wants her days to not suck ass.
It's not too much to ask to just get a regular day where your parents don't wake you up by fighting at five in the morning on a school day and nobody does anything annoying or frustrating or weird, is it?
Of course it is. Life really has a way to bust all your plans.
More specifically, Nicole does.
She would say something about how Nicole herself hasn't done anything wrong, but Nicole does a lot of shit that's way past any reasonable definition of "wrong". She just hasn't really done anything wrong in this exact moment to Jecka specifically.
Even without that, she's self destructive and self sabotaging to the point that Jecka thinks it has to be intentional. That's not the problem right now either, though.
She's just really weird sometimes.
Not, like, Jeffery weird, obviously. Because ew. She has her own brand of strangeness, though. "I sold my period blood to a guy one time. He paid me 500 bucks for it and carried my shit for the rest of the semester. It was so weird, I literally never even touched him." type shit.
The kind of weird that always manages to make Jecka feel like she's in some sort of hazy fever dream while still not being crazy enough to make people think she's a serial killer or whatever.
(If Jecka didn't know better she'd think this was all just some secret super trashy reality show.)
Far worse, she's also got the ability to drag Jecka along into whatever weird shit she wants to do.
In Jecka's defense, it's kind of hard to say no to Nicole once she's made her mind up about doing something. There's something magnetic about her that makes everybody just go along whenever Nicole says "let's go, bitch."Whenever she opens her mouth, Jecka just finds herself listening.
That hard-to-say-no-to part is why she's in Jecka's room now.
To be fair, it would be kind of hard to say no to her whenever she texts "mom is mad at me. need to get out of here rn. can i come ovr?" even if she wasn't herself. Jecka knows begging when she sees it, and she isn't a psychopath, she knows exactly what happens to Nicole if she doesn't get out of there when her mom is mad at her.
She's seen the bruises. Sometimes, when they're really fucked up and Nicole loses her filter, she'll tell Jecka bits and pieces in far more vivid detail than she really needs or wants to hear.
Jecka supposes she signed up for that when she became friends with someone so obviously fucked up.
It's just part of the package when you hang out with girls that cut "for fun" or whatever other obviously fake excuse she comes up with whenever Jecka stares at the way she picks at her sleeves.
She didn't really sign up for the talking right now, though.
"I can't believe how stupid literally every fucking guy here is."
It's the third time Nicole has said that exact sentence in the half hour she's been here. Every time angrier than the one before it. She's practically spitting the words now.
"You say that about literally every guy you ever talk about, Nicole."
She can see the way Nicole starts seething before she responds. As if just thinking about any one of them makes her blood boil and ruins her entire day. Usually it's kind of charming, because it's so Nicole, but right now it's 10:30 at night on a school day. She needs to fucking sleep.
"Because they're all fucking stupid."
Her entire rant, from the moment she got going, has been more or less the same things on repeat. Her mom's a bitch. All guys are stupid and gross, what the fuck is wrong with people that like them. It's unfair that her brother gets to sit in the basement screaming and trying to commit federal crimes while she's expected to do things.
As much as she needs sleep to not get wrinkles, though. Jecka's been humouring her. She knows Nicole. She only ever rants when she needs to distract herself from how anxious she is.
Jecka can't even really blame her. She was a total wreck when she got here, by Nicole standards, obviously, and there's something kind of unsettling about the girl that always talks about how you need to never show event a hint of weakness to anyone just quietly asking if she can come in when you open the door.
She's gotten better, clearly. If being really angry about everything counts as an improvement.
Nicole probably thinks it does. "Better to be angry than to remember to feel like someone's going to grab you and drag you into an alley the moment you turn your back" or whatever it was she said the one time she was wasted enough to talk about it. She probably doesn't remember herself.
(Better than to think about how afraid you are that your mom really is a total bitch and might actually stick to throwing you out on the streets one of these days. She was definitely too wasted to remember that one. Jecka wishes that she was.)
She's been sounding less and less certain whenever she says "Mom won't actually kick me out, she's just being a bitch" lately too, so If she needs to vent, Jecka just has to deal with it. She's never been able to stop her before.
(It's not like she's wrong, either. The guys are stupid. Her mom is a fucking bitch. Her brother is gross. She's just told Jecka all of that four hundred times by now.)
Nicole turns to look at her, as if to make sure that she's till listening.
"And Jeffery, that fucking Lego collector. Y'know he's been drawing us making out in class for, like, a week now? I saw it in his notebook again when he walked up to me to tell me about 'the rules of the internet' or whatever virgin bullshit he was trying today. I'm thinking about getting Kylar to break his fingers or something, but then I need to talk to Kylar, and I don't want to feel like hanging myself even more right now."
Of course that sewer rat is drawing them again. Does he ever do anything that wouldn't land him in jail forever if the world wasn't an unfair shithole?
"So, what, he thinks we're gay or something?"
Nicole gives her a long, owlish look in response. As if Jecka just said something incomprehensible.
Then she just stares in silence.
Nicole staring is usually a bad thing, because usually Nicole staring reminds Jecka of the way lizards and snakes stare at stuff in documentaries, like she's just looking through someone and only registering that they're there so she can try to figure out how to hurt them the most in the least amount of time.
This time she just looks confused.
"What? No, there's nothing gay about that, the problem is that he's a fucking creep getting off on us without paying us for it."
There's so much about that making Jecka want to scream.
"Nicole. What the fuck are you talking about."
Jecka does her best to sound like she's not losing her mind, because Nicole will just latch on to that and weasel her way out of answering, but she can tell she's failing.
Nicole looking like she's grown three extra heads is definitely helping with that conclusion.
"What do you mean 'what are you talking about'? Guys shouldn't get to be weird and gross about me if I don't get anything for it, and they shouldn't get to do that to you either. There should be some sort of tax for doing that to hot girls."
It's a testament to just how far she's truly fallen into the pit of Nicole being herself that the first thing that runs through Jecka's head is that it's actually kind of sweet of her to think that Jecka shouldn't be subjected to it either. The Nicole from ten months ago, back when she'd just gotten here and reacted to all human interaction like it was the plague and dysentery combined, definitely wouldn't have cared at all.
"No, that's not. . . "
She has to take a deep breath before she continues, because she knows this is going to be annoying. Nicole being weird is always annoying.
"You think girls kissing isn't gay?"
Nicole stares at her like she's a complete fucking mouth breather for even entertaining the idea.
"No?" She sways slightly on the bed, eyes growing distant. "Shit, do we have to talk about this right now? I think the percs are starting to hit, I just wanna' lie down and enjoy it."
"No, we are not just not talking about this. If Ari makes out with a girl is that not gay now?"
"It's gay when Ari makes out with a girl because Ari is gay. I'm straight, so when I do it It's not gay, obviously."
"What do you mean 'obviously'? Why wouldn't it be gay? Don't you call Kylar gay over kissing the quarterback, like, three times a day?"
Nicole scoffs. Actually scoffs. Jecka is sure that she turns her head into just the right angle to give her the best view of it, too.
"Yeah, but he's a guy. It's not gay when girls do it. Every girl kisses girls sometimes."
One day. Jecka has never asked for more than one day.
"Oh, so you went around kissing all your friends back at your old school?"
Nicole's eyebrow rises again, and the way she looks at Jecka makes her question if she's actually just fucking crazy and Nicole is right about everything.
"I mean, there wasn't exactly a lot of bitches I'd call my friends, but I guess? It wasn't in, like, a lesbian way, though. It was in a friend way."
If Nicole wasn't already hugging it, Jecka would be grabbing her pillow and screaming into it. What the fuck does she mean "in a friend way"? That's literally the exact words she makes fun of Kylar about whenever she mocks him about his totally-straight-not-gay talking about the football team.
"You kissed your friends. In a friend way?"
Another shrug. Another look at Jecka as if she's the one acting out of her fucking mind and this is a totally normal conversation to have.
"My friend. Singular. Like I said, not a whole lot of bitches I'd call my friends."
Oh, so she only kissed one friend. Way to make it sound less gay, bitch.
"It was in a friend way, though. Who are you to judge, anyway. You literally said you go to pride parades to make out with girls. Why is it gay when Ari or I do it but when you go make out with a bunch of them it's not?"
"Pride is like the only place where kissing girls isn't gay, Nicole! Why do you think straight people go?!"
Nicole, to her credit, looks down on the pillow in her lap like she's actually thinking it over.
"Huh."
Jecka isn't sure if it's just dumb fucking pride or if Nicole's stubborn refusal to be anything but right has rubbed off on her, but they're finally getting somewhere, and the need to get Nicole to get it is embarrassingly overwhelming.
"So anyway. You kissed a girl. How'd that make you feel?"
Nicole's eyes immediately flash up.
"What the fuck? Are you my therapist now?"
She holds Jecka's gaze for several seconds, but then she looks away to the side and sighs.
"It didn't make me feel like killing myself, I guess."
Somehow, Jecka manages to stop herself from laughing at how extremely Nicole "It was so okay I didn't want to kill myself" is as an answer. What the fuck.
"I don't think killing yourself is the normal response to kissing, though."
Jecka is used to Nicole looking offended over riduclous things. This is probably pretty out there even by her own standards, though.
"Well, I don't particularly like getting slobber all over my face. If I wanted that I'd just get a dog. It'd be both smarter and more house trained than any guy, too."
"But not girls?"
"I just told you it didn't make me want to kill myself, what the fuck do you want me to say? You're gayer than me anyway."
Jecka isn't stupid. Jecka knows Nicole. She is well aware that this is just Nicole making an attempt to turn the tables on her because the conversation is making her uncomfortable. It's what she always does.
She's just so fucking good at saying shit in the exact way that makes it work regardless.
"Bitch, how the fuck? You are the one that keeps going "Oh my god she is so hot. Hey Jecka, would it be gayer if I want to have sex with her than if I dated her instead?"
Nicole's face scrunches up into an ugly grimace.
"Bitch, I do not ask that."
"You've asked me that three times since last month! You asked me about Kelly fucking yesterday."
It isn't even exaggerating. Granted, it'd been kind of a segue in the middle of a rant about how annoying and stupid she is and how Nicole wants to rip her eyes out every time she basically throws herself at "every ugly guy that moves in her direction" or whatever, but she sure did her usual "Is it gay to wonder if she does that with girls sometimes?" schtick.
"No, I did not. I asked if it would be gayer for her to just date a girl than to just offer to fuck one. Besides, you're the one that keep saying it's not, why have you changed your mind all of a sudden?"
"Ohmyfucking. . . I've never said it's not gay, Nicole. I just say it's less gay than dating a girl, holy shit."
Just the way Nicole's eyes look entirely unfocused as they lock on to Jecka's face clues her in that whatever it is Nicole is thinking is going to be bad.
"Then . . . Prove it."
"What?"
Nicole fucking hates when people go "what". She hates repeating herself, and she despises people that make her repeat herself. There's almost nothing that Jecka has seen piss her off quicker than that.
What the fuck else is Jecka supposed to say in response, though?
Instead of the whining Jecka braced herself for, Nicole just stands up and gets into her space.
Enough into her space that Jecka can smell nothing but a brief touch of antiseptic mixed with that flowery-ass body wash that Nicole doesn't really like but still uses every day since she figured out that Jeffery and Crispin both hate it.
(It feels weird. Nicole doesn't really like being in people's space, because that means that people are also in her space. Even when she's pretending to be into some guy to get him to do shit she always stays out of reach, at minimum.)
"If it's so gay to kiss a girl, prove it." She looks like she's about to continue, but then second guesses herself. "fuuuuck, the percs are really hitting."
"How are you this out of it, I gave you two. You abuse way too many drugs to be like this."
"Yeah, you gave me two. I swiped a bunch more when you weren't looking. I needed a real hit what with how shit today's been."
Jecka hates that she can't even muster the energy to blame her. Life would be so much easier if she was also a sociopath and could just decide to not give a shit.
It doesn't look like nicole was exaggerating, though. When Jecka gets over her moment of despair at being stuck in this whole thing, she's just staring into space, only blinking and snapping out of it when Jecka starts moving.
"So, anyway. . . "
"I'm not going to kiss you, Nicole."
(If she doesn't think about it too much, she won't need to think about why Nicole looks almost disappointed.)
"Why not. Like I said, it's not gay. You're my friend. I'm Your friend. We'd be kissing in a not gay, friend way, and then you'd see it isn't gay."
Jecka stops to consider her options. If this isn't just some insane scheme that Nicole is going to laugh about for the next week, that means she actually does think friends kiss each other.
If she does, does that mean she sees this as some sort of friend rejection? She's always such a fucking baby about shit like that, and if she starts being weird about that again she's going to be grumpy and clingy as shit for the entirety of next week at least, and that means it's going to be nothing but misery dealing with her.
God damn it.
"Fucking fine. Only if you promise to not be weird about it afterwards, though. "
Jecka has learned long ago that if Nicole's emo ass visibly perks up she should be on her guard. As ridiculous as it sounds she's pretty sure it's the fight or flight instincts that Mr. Burleday always goes on tangents about in Bio class.
Which is why it's strange that she doesn't feel like that when Nicole sits up and goes "really?"
If she didn't know better, Jecka would say she might even sound a bit excited. Which would also be terrible, because the only things she knows that gets Nicole excited are drugs and shit like asking guys to give her gallons of their blood and then pouring it out on the pavement in front of them.
Her eyes had been shining when she told Jecka about that. If she'd had that tail Jeffery keeps drawing her with she's absolutely certain it would've been wagging.
"Do you know how good it feels to know you're hot enough that some guy just gives you a whole gallon of his blood?" She'd said when Jecka asked her why the fuck she'd done that. "It's what he fucking deserved anyway. He'd been breathing down my neck for weeks, and he tried to give me another gallon when I still said no. Being pretty really is great."
(She'd been smiling like Jecka's cousin whenever she gets to open her christmas presents early. She's right, obviously, but Jesus Christ.)
Before she can think more about that particular side of Nicole, her vision is filled with, well, Nicole.
She doesn't mean to flinch, because who knows how Nicole's weirdo ass will interpret that, but the suddenness ends up making the decision for her.
When her eyes refocus, the look on Nicole's face reminds Jecka of Ari whenever a girl tells her to fuck off, and she shuts down that line of thought immediately. Nicole doesn't look like that. It's wrong to see her look like that.
"I thought you said you wanted to kiss."
Is this the appeal of Ari? Sounding like she's actually begging like the football guys whenever they spot you at one of Kelly's parties, but you know she showers and washes her hands? Acting so desperate for your attention that you start to think about ways to exploit it on reflex?
(She needs to stop thinking about Nicole being like Ari. If she ever finds out she's going to actually try to kill herself.)
"I said 'Okay, let's do it', not 'Get all in my face like some guy at Kelly's parties', bitch."
She can see the words register on Nicole's face in real time. Somehow, the way it morphs from some weird kicked-puppy-esque frown to a disgusted grimace sets Jecka at ease.
This is what Nicole's face is supposed to look like.
"Never compare me to a guy again, what the fuck"
Her voice sounds just as disgusted as she looks. Jecka has to hold back giggles. It'd be funny to tease her about it, but then she'd be weird and touchy about that too, and Jecka already feels like jumping through the window.
"Then don't get in my face like you're trying to sniff me, holy shit."
"How else am I supposed to kiss you? Do you want me to blow you a kiss instead? I'm not into role-play in general, and I'm definitely not into acting out one of Jeffery's drawings."
Jecka needs to get that image out of her head, because Jesus Christ, ew, so she steps forward and closes the space between them again.
If she gets a tiny bit of satisfaction out of the way that smug ass almost smirk drops from Nicole's face the moment she's close enough to feel the warmth of her breath, even if it's just for a split second before she can catch herself and force it back, that's nobody's business but her own.
(She's so going to tease Nicole about it later, though. It feels so good to finally catch her ass off guard.)
For a moment, they just stay like that, and it is so awkward to have Nicole stare at her like that, but she just can't get herself to do anything else.
"Well?"
"what do you mean 'well'?
"Aren't you going do do anything? You're the one that keeps saying kissing girls is gay, and Mr. Burleday always goes on and on how it's whoever says something that needs to prove it."
"Since when the fuck do you listen to anything Mr. Burleday says? Why is that the thing you remember anyway?"
She gets an eye roll in response.
"He says it, like, three thousand times every class, how am I supposed to not remember it? I can zone out nerds and virgins, but I need to at least kind of know what class is about so bitch Lynn doesn't snitch to Mom."
She can't take any more of this bullshit.
Before Nicole can do anything else, Jecka brings a hand up to her cheek, and she just freezes in place, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights.
Jecka takes a moment to appreciate just how off-balance she looks, and then she closes her eyes and dives in.
For a split second, she feels Nicole's breath dust against her lips, and then she the prickle of Nicole's dry-ass bottom lip making contact with her own.
(How this bitch manages to be as stunningly beautiful as she is while only doing the bare minimum whenever she has to take care of herself in any way is one of those incomprehensible mysteries of the universe. Any other girl would look like trailer trash if they tried to get away with that shit.)
Jecka doesn't twist her head to better fit their lips together. Instead, she pushes her fingers into Nicole's cheek until she does it instead.
She's the one being corralled into this, so she's the one calling the shots here.
When she runs her thumb along Nicole's jawline and bites down into her lip just a tiny bit, something that sounds suspiciously like a gasp escapes them. As soon as she brings her other hand up to grab the other side of her face and deepens the kiss, that gasp turns into a low, throaty hum.
It's not a particularly good kiss, honestly. Still better than it should be given everything, because of course Nicole manages to somehow be good at this shit too, but nonetheless a sloppy mess.
Just before she pulls back, she gently runs her thumb along Nicole's cheekbones. To make a point.
When Jecka opens her eyes again, Nicole is looking somewhere to the side of her, and her face is coloured a deep rosy crimson.
It feels almost cliché. As if someone just planned this shit out like the lamest TV-show ever made.
That doesn't stop Jecka from taking a moment just to stare a bit more, though. Nicole looking human, like an actual person that reacts to things like someone that doesn't just wash away any trace of emotion with an entire pharmacy's worth of prescription drugs, makes her feel weird and tingly too.
"So?"
Nicole stares blankly, cheeks and nose still tinted red, but eyes on Jecka now.
"How was it, bitch! I didn't do all that just so you could ghost me in person."
Nicole blinks and her eyes start focusing again, but she keeps looking dazed.
"It made me not want to kill myself, I guess."
"That's it?! All this for the same 'it didn't make me want to kill myself?'"
"That's not what I said. I said 'it made me not want to kill myself'. That's better than not making me want to kill myself."
Jecka is horrified that it isn't even hard for her to understand. It's genuinely embarrassing how little time it takes for her to figure out what the fuck Nicole is actually saying.
Jesus they spend too much time together.
"Will you at least agree that kissing girls like this is gay now?"
"I dunno'"
"What the fuck do you mean 'I don't know'!?. Your face is redder than Ari's hair!"
Pointing it out just makes Nicole huff. Jecka is pretty sure her face grows a shade rosier, too, but it's hard to really be sure when she turns away towards the window to hide it.
She's going to tease the shit out of her about that, too.
Jecka takes solace in the fact that there's no attempt at talking back. She knows that she's right.
"Because you made it weird. It doesn't count if you make it weird."
"I literally just kissed you."
"No you didn't. You touched my face and shit while you did it. That's making it weird."
"Don't you let guys grab you when you pretend to be into them or whatever? How is this any weirder?"
Jecka isn't sure if the new shade of red on Nicole's face is because she's even more embarrassed or angry, but she recoils in response.
"What the f. . . No!? You think getting a drink or whatever is more important than not risking being assaulted, but I don't."
She's never going to let that one go, holy shit.
"Well, you sure just let me do it, so what the fuck is the problem?"
Jecka can do little else than stare in disbelief.
"You know what? I'm not dealing with this right now. I'm going to bed."
That would probably have much more oomph if she didn't need to make Nicole scoot over and lie down next to her to actually do so, but Jecka is too done with today to bother thinking about that more than she needs to.
She doesn't even go through the motions of trying to get Nicole to not steal half her bed this time, because it always ends with her getting guilt tripped her into letting her stay anyway, so why even bother?
At least Nicole doesn't make a fuss about pretending that she wants the space next to the wall because it's "more comfortable" and not because she feels safer sleeping with only one way to get to her, because that conversation was, like, top three worst she's ever had and she thinks she deserves every small blessing after this mess.
Jecka turns the lights off, and for a while they just lie there.
Nicole isn't a night-time talker. She's the kind of bitch that just wants to go to sleep as quickly as possible so she doesn't have to be awake anymore.
That's why Jecka is genuinely surprised when she feels the bed shift like Nicole is turning towards her.
"We can try again tomorrow."
It wouldn't be Nicole if she wasn't acting like people can just read her mind whenever it's convenient, would it?
"Try what?"
"Y'know."
"I do not know, Nicole. I wouldn't be asking if I knew what the fuck you are talking about."
Nicole stays silent for so long that Jecka starts thinking she's dropped the conversation, but then she hears her breathe in.
"You know. Kiss. To make sure. Since we didn't really get anywhere with this."
"How is this not gay as fuck, Nicole."
Nicole shifts again, like she's fiddling with something.
"That's what we're trying to figure out, isn't it? Since you're still wrong we need to keep trying until you get it."
Jecka feels absolutely dumbstruck. An unfortunately common thing whenever Nicole is involved, to be fair, but Jesus.
"So what, we just wait until tomorrow and then make out until we know if it's gay or not when two girls make out?"
For a while, Nicole is just silent again, and Jecka would savour it if not for the giant migraine she can feel developing to replace the talking.
Then Nicole shifts again, slightly away from her.
"Yeah. And then we need to, I dunno', do it a few more days to verify the results or something. You know. To confirm."
"You watch way too much Mythbuster, bitch."
The way Nicole immediately tenses up almost makes Jecka laugh. That's always how she reacts whenever Jecka starts talking about those nasally nerds, because for some reason she always takes it personally.
Like clockwork, she responds in the exact way she always does.
"You watch fucking Smallville, who the fuck are you to judge?"
Instead of being grumpy and abandoning whatever conversation they're having like she usually does, though, she sighs.
"So anyway, are you just going to leave me hanging? If you say no I need to go ask Kelly or whatever, and that would be so fucking awkward."
"Why are you being like this anyway, why is it so important?"
"Cus' I'm not gay, so I need to know if it's gay or not so I know if I can kiss people without wanting to fucking kill myself, so we need to do it again until we get an actual result."
"Oh my God, fine Now be quiet. Please."
Nicole doesn't sleep very well. Jecka knows that, because she's almost always tossing and turning anxiously for hours whenever she sleeps over, only stopping to stay completely silent whenever Mom or Dad walks around or opens the door to their bedroom, like she's playing dead. Jecka doesn't even want to know why she does that, frankly.
For once, she doesn't. She just lies beside Jecka and breathes.
Maybe the day has finally gotten to her and she's too tired to do any of that shit, but she's had way worse days than this, and she always looks so unbelievably tired and acts like she's just one disagreement away from being done done, calling it quits, and just collapsing on the spot.
(She never does, though. She just shows up at school on Monday after an entire weekend of total silence, wearing long sleeves and stinking of disinfectant. Jecka feels kind of bad for not being as worried as she used to be about it anymore.)
For a while, she thinks that Nicole has actually managed to fall asleep before her. Then the bed creaks and the warmth beside her shifts, just a tiny bit.
Then a head lands just beside her shoulder.
Jecka freezes.
Nicole has always demanded that they keep their distance. Even the slightest nudge used to make her flinch so violently it almost sent her flying off the bed. She doesn't do that anymore, but she still always ends up just at the edge of the bed, back against the wall and as far away as she could physically be, to avoid risking being touched.
Used to, rather. Apparently.
As if she knows exactly what Jecka is thinking, she huffs out a long, tired sigh. Like a really old dog that's just been waiting to be put out of its misery for the past seven years or something.
"Please don't make this weird too."
"What, you just expect me to not say anything about you being weird?"
Jecka hopes that she can get the way her eyebrow is raised to be apparent in her voice, because what the hell.
Nicole just sighs again, and she sounds even more tired than before.
"What do you want me to say? This is nice and didn't make me want to kill myself until like twenty seconds ago? Happy now?"
Jecka doesn't respond. Responding will just lead to even more arguing.
Instead she just turns and grabs hold of Nicole. She tenses up at first, but then she seems to get what's happening and relaxes again.
After a few moments, she shifts uncomfortably a few time, trying to find a spot that won't make her emorexic ass achy when she wakes up tomorrow, and then she finally just stops moving.
Then there is finally silence. Just faint dusts of breaths against the nape of her neck.
That too feels really cliché. She doesn't care about that, though. She needs to sleep. Besides, she'll have to get used to it sooner or later anyway.
They're doing this again tomorrow, after all.