Our Deathly Love

Hey-Hey Chloe, Take some Prozac!

I could feel his soft and subtle kisses as they streaked across my awaiting lips and throat. His arms held me close as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, between his hungry and quite sensual kisses.

I won't lie I knew I was dreaming, but even so Chloe's voice which interrupted such a sweet dream was highly unwanted. Couldn't she have given me a few more minutes with this lovely dream?

Of course waiting was not a word in Chloe's vocabulary. So sighing I rolled over only to glare at Mimi's pink clock, which showed a very un-chipper six a.m. I was not surprised by the fact that Mimi yet again was not in our room. She was never here. Not that I was complaining, less time with that pink-clad crazy was always a blessing. I had to wonder what she was doing at the moment, althoughwho instead of what would also make perfect since with the way she acted.

I swear I was not being judgmental; I was just speaking the truth. In the past seven days, Mimi has failed to come to our room to sleep at night four times! Each time, when we would finally see her it would be obvious from her apparel, and state, that she had been out drinking and doing god knows what! 

I could not help but grunt at my thoughts which seemed to be more like Chloe's own thoughts on the subject than my own. Truthfully I did not care what or who Mimi was sneaking off to sleep with, as long as it did not involve me directly, that is.

I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep. Six a.m. was too damn early to be woken up. I could not help but groan in displeasure as I realized that I would not be able to get back to sleep with the sounds Chloe was making as she ransacked my closet.

Rolling over I noticed that Chloe and I were the only ones in the room. That was normal though. I was always the last person to get up and out in the mornings, at least in my dorm room that is. Rose being an early riser only because she had to wake up exactly at five a.m. just to get to herearly-morning seminary classes that she had to go to diligently every single morning!

Frankly I was not sure how she did it. Rose was not exactly normal though, I must admit, even if her personality was charming, or at least I found it charming, she was a bit odd.

She was very strong in her beliefs, and yet liked very odd things. I mean the girl was a total gothlolita, and yet at the same time she was a devout Mormon who would hear nothing against her religion. She was also the biggest band geek that I had ever seen, she could play piano, clarinet, and of course violin. As I came to find out she was in love with classical music and could name and most likely play anything you would throw at her just from hearing the first few notes.

I had to respect her for that. At least she did not listen to horrid music, even with no words it was better then the crap I would be forced to hear when Mimi was actually here. Really, I have only known about this 'Miley Cyrus or Hannah Montana' for a week and I was so confused, and horrified. Her music was horrible, and I just did not understand it....

The show when I was confronted with it made little since at all. When Mimi first explained the concept of the show to me I asked her if she had Dissociative Identity Disorder, which would make a lot of since. Mimi had only laughed at me as if I was stupid, which led me to ask her why she paid double for the exact same music, and to call someone by two different names and buy into that merchandise was stupid in itself and that I in fact should be laughing at her for her stupidity.

She had no comment to my statement, except for a glare, and Rose to burst out laughing along with me.

I was brought back to reality with the sound of a crash in my closet. Standing up I looked over at Chloe who was picking up what looked like a few pairs of Mimi's high-heels that had crashed off of her shoe rack and onto the floor.