Hillside Crush (OLD ILL BE REDOING IT!)

Chapter 4. You're Killing Me...

The sound of water splashing illuminated the silence of the two girls.
Kira had been puking up all the liquid she drank about an hour ago. Her stomach couldn't hold all of it, poor thing. She was bent over the toilet with Sylvia holding her hair as she vomited.

Sylvia wasn't very happy. She was mad or upset, just disappointed. But for some reason, she'd still help Kira. The curly redhead had only been trouble since she arrived and yet Sylvia had the biggest crush on her. The two were opposites. Yin and yang, that held, and cherished each other, to keep the peace.

Eventually, Kira just broke down while puking. "I miss my family!!!! I miss the human world!!! Everyone here is so weird and fucked up looking!!! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!! You're the only normal thing I know here! And that's even shitty!!! You're so nice to me!!' AHHHHHHHH I HATE IT!!!! AM I STILL PRETTY?!?!" Kira questioned while crying hysterically. She laid her head on the side of the vomit-filled toilet and stared at Sylvia with waterfalls draining from her eyes.

They were filled with sadness and loss. She was homesick and didn't belong in a place like this. She was just depressed. It only took 2 days to get like that, but knowing she couldn't leave soon enough was a pain by itself. Sylvia wanted her to stay but also wanted her to leave. "Yes. You always are pretty. You have beautiful eyes and nice thick curly hair. I'd love to have hair like yours-" she tied it in a bun and stared down at the heartbroken girl. "...let's get you to bed, it's been a long day." She lifted Kira's bridal style and went upstairs.

Softly placing Kira down on her bed she tucked her in. Since Kira was still awake, she mumbled and squirmed around the bed like a worm. She had some problems with standing still. "Viaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" The pained women cried out annoyed. Sylvia turned around as she was heading out the door. "What is it? Do you need anything? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly and rushed to her bedside.

Kira opened her eyes and stared. She was doing the little puppy dog eye thing. "....I want cuddles." She demanded softly with frowned eyebrows.
"...." Sylvia didn't know what to say. She was honestly shocked. Since Kira had been sober enough to realize what she was requesting, it was a genuine true question. Her face heated up and her deer ears went up. "Oh!- sorry! Of course!"

Sylvia shapeshifted her legs into human ones and walked out the door. "I'll be right back don't worry! I just need pj's!!" It was rather childish she called them that. Kira sat up and thought for a moment. Her hair was a mess and she smelled of alcohol, she was also on the verge of a hangover the next morning. Delicately the small girl got up and went to brush her teeth and comb her hair. She watched herself in the mirror as a tear rolled down her cheek.

'Your lost...you don't fit in....and you're buzzed....what I'm I doing here? I don't belong here...there's no reason why I should be here in the first place! But.....never mind, I shouldn't believe what a 'witch' said to me. But should I?....everything here is real, dragons, demons, werewolves, vampires and all the other things...it's so unbelievable......'
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'I want to go home, please.'

She wiped off the tear and sighed. Her feet dragged over to the bed wistfully, then she threw her body onto it with no hope. Kira wanted to die. Her mindset was going through the 5 stages of grief. Depression was now the main one.

Sylvia came back in spandex booty shorts and a loose tank top. Both were coloured in black. "Kira are you sure you're okay? You look miserable." She climbed onto the bed and laid down next to her. Sylvia had never cuddled with someone before, it was all new to her. Of course, she had seen 'those' types of videos before but never actually done it either. She did figure that spooning would be an easy cuddling position.

Kira only grumbled a bit. She adjusted her body on her back and turned her head to face Sylvia. "I'm gonna be hungover in the morning..." she avoided the question easily. Her red hair smelled delightfully of strawberries, her soft brown skin glowed in the light of the moon. Those orange eyes were calm at last, as if her soul had rested and given up.