U-Haul from Hell

Meet The Camps

Drawing in her notebook, she tried not to be distracted by the thought of violet. Was she a dream? Was it her imagination that conjured up the thought and the taste of lips that kissed hers? The sting on her backside that she craved to feel again. She couldn't possibly make another tattoo for another person without thinking about her. Jaimie didn't think of herself as a great tattoo artist, but she got it by tattooing her friends who paid decently or traded something for her work. She never really needed the money or was desperate for it. She just liked having it around so she could buy more concert tickets and notebooks for her art.

After a couple of weeks, she got over violet. Believing it was a one-time thing that the universe gifted her after years of birthday wishes of having a magical time with a woman. It was that time again when the local queers would come at In drives to the Chocolate Factory. Not a queer business per se, but it was owned by one, and practically everyone who worked there was a part of the community in some way. The building was big enough to host intimate parties where you had enough space to dance but could still feel the closeness of a friend or two.

Jaimie walked into the queer night with a brave smile on her face. Greeting everyone with a kiss and a "how are you doing?" Every queer night featured a local band, and this night was no different. The music began to fill the room with full rock notes, the blasting of guitars, and the smashing of drums. Jaimie went to the bar to order her usual vodka and apple juice, something the owner would have special for her when in the mirror, she saw Violet playing the drums. Jaimie doesn't understand the attractiveness of women playing the drums until she sees Violet do it. She collected her drink and walked over to the stage. Violet played like she was doing it to Aphrodite herself. Her hands gripped the sticks tightly, not wanting to lose her rhythm and momentum. The sweat swayed down her forehead to her neck and inside her bra-less shirt. She wasn't the only one looking a violet all the girls were. 'Maybe this is what she does best: have sex with lonely women and move on to the next one.' Jaimie thought as she continued to look and sip her drink.

After two more songs, they were done with their set. Jaimie decided to go outside due to the heat of the room and the game she always played. "If Violet really liked her, she would come outside to see me. Say hi or whatever." She said, pumping herself, manifesting that Violet would walk out to her and greet her how she didn't before

"Hey, Jaimie!" a friend of hers called and gestured her to come. " I want you to meet my friends. They are about to go on tour with none other than the Mixie!" The Mixie was a lesbian band that made its break on social media. Jaimie only knew the hook of their latest song. She couldn't escape it.

"Yea, we're excited about it, but we gotta find another drummer." The lead singer said annoyingly

"Isn't Violet coming with you?" Jaimie asked

"Nah, she said she had some girl she needed to find or whatever."

Jaimie's face smiled, and her eyes brightened. She was excited that someone was looking for HER. Wanting to chase after HER. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned to find Violet carrying two drinks in her hand, one for herself and one for Jaimie.

"Can we talk outside?" Violet asked, taking Jaimie's hand and escorting her to the tables outside. Jaimie's friends whispered to each other not out of jealousy but out of love.

They sat opposite each other, with Violet breaking the tension.

"Well...Well damn, I didn't think I'd see you again."

" I know! I felt so dumb not asking for your number."

" it would've been a little awkward after the event we had." They both laughed