Adagio woke up to the sun shining in on her face. The sight of her room a mess was enough to make her groan. She thought about getting out of bed before the staggering pain in her head made her regret even allowing her mind to think. She rolled over before she was stopped by an unfamiliar feeling in her bed.

Skin. And it wasn't hers.

More thoughts clouded her mind, again causing the pain in her head to be almost unbearable. Adagio had time to worry about that later. There was an intruder in her room and she had no idea why. So she did the most reasonable thing she could think of. She kicked the girl beside her out of her bed and immediately leapt out to a safe distance. With caution, Adagio slowly walked to where the intruder lay, grabbing her curling iron from her vanity mirror's desk.

Spitfire had no idea what had happened, but she knew she wasn't in her comfy sleeping place anymore. She was on the floor, her side hurting from the foot that had roughly kicked her out of bed. As she lay there tangled in blankets, she tried to remove the one blanket from around her neck. When she released herself from the blanket's constriction, she looked up. She had enough time to process a silhouette, and a searing pain in her cheek from a blunt, burning object smacking her face.

"Oww! What the fuck, man?!" Spitfire yelled at the girl who just struck her for no apparent reason.

"What do you mean, 'what the fuck'?! You're the one in my room, my house, uninvited! Now get the hell out!" Adagio replied in the same tone.

"Uninvited?! You brought me here!" the girl sat up, holding her cheek.

"Don't be stupid, why would I bring you home? You're not worthy enough to lick the underside of my boot." Adagio blew a curl out of her face. Why was her hair so much messier than usual? And why was this ingrate on her floor, besides the obvious kicking her beforehand.

Then the images from the night before began flooding her mind. A redness she would never admit was a blush crept on her face as the memories of heated touches, skin on skin, and a lot of sexual noises that had gone on the night before flashed in her mind. She got a funny feeling in her stomach when she thought of it. What was this? Is this what people called... what was it? Butterflies?

Nope. This wasn't butterflies. It was vomit. She ran to her bathroom and immediately began throwing up the alcohol from the night before.

"Wow, thanks. I'm not THAT bad looking, hell I am not bad looking at all!" Spitfire stood, feeling the same nausea Adagio had the moment before. She ran to the bathroom, covering her mouth. When she saw Adagio occupying the toilet, she used the sink to expell the toxins from the previous night.

After a few hours of vomiting, seperate showers, slight glances, and awkward stares; Spitfire was finally dressed and heading to leave before she was stopped by Adagio.

"What? I'm leaving like you asked," the athlete blew a stray hair out of her face, honestly surprised that of every haircare product Adagio had, she had no hair gel. She had briefly considered using hairspray to keep it up, but she decided against it.

"I'm only stopping you because I want you to try to not be noticed by my friends. They should be awake by now, and I don't want them to know I brought home a loose girl like you," Adagio said as she crossed her arms.

"Loose? I swear to Faust, if you weren't so hot I'd floor you," she glared at the siren, who gave her a smirk in return.

Spitfire obliged, despite being angry. She snuck out and tiptoed passed the purple and blue doors, assuming they were in there. She continued her sneaking, almost making her way to the door before she was cut off by a cheery voice.

"Hiiiii!"

Spitfire spun around, a blue skinned girl in a ponytail greeted her with a smile. As Sonata waved frantically at her, a purple skinned girl stepped out from behind her, grinning as if she had just found the best blackmail on Earth.

"Oh, Dagi brought home a new plaything," Aria stated, giving a malicious grin.

"Plaything?" Spitfire glared at Aria, clenching her fists.

"Dagi already getting rough? I mean, that is a pretty nice burn. I didn't know she used her iron as a sex toy," Aria continued, not at all acknowledging the fury in Spitfire's face.

"I DO NOT!!" Adagio came flying down the hall, sliding in front of Aria with so much precision that it scared the three girls.

"Wow, Dagi you got here quickly!" Sonata said in awe, admiring Adagio's sliding skills.

Spitfire looked at the three girls as they all argued, staring at them as she slowly backed away towards the door.

Adagio watched as Spitfire bolted out the door; she went back to her room to think over the night before. She didn't remember the girl's name, but she remembered all they did. It was nice, she could admit. She almost wished she hadn't slapped her with her iron. Almost.

She noticed a jacket on the chair by her bed. It was too old and worn out to be hers. She would've tossed it by now. Adagio saw the ironed on patch with the name "Spitfire" on it. Without a second thought, Adagio gathered the jacket, stuffing something into the pocket. She left the apartment and started down the four stories of stairs.

Spitfire was at the bus stop at the end of the block, waiting. She couldn't wait to get home and properly patch up her burned cheek. She heard footsteps approaching the bench and caught purple boots out of the corner of her eye. Adagio stood there, handing her the jacket she left.

Spitfire gave her a slight smile, thanking her. She watched Adagio walk back to her apartment, or more importantly, her ass. When the bus arrived, she boarded and paid the seventy-five cent tax, taking her seat. The bus was colder than outside, so she stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets. She felt something in the left pocket, pulling it out. It was a neatly folded piece of paper, which she promptly unfolded. She smiled at the cursive writing, refolding it and putting it back in her pocket. She sighed happily, watching her breath fog the window and trying to memorize the note.

"Call me: 555- 2315"

Author's Note

A bit earlier than expected, but I figured I would update it!
Now I must warn you, I have no idea what I'm doing.

Much love,

Ambi