So I just got back from the gas station. I left for a while to go see if I could score a bottle of rum (I did) and to see if there was anyone hot in the gas station I could “invite” into the van (there weren’t).
What I did find, however, were maps of all the states in the U.S. I bought every single one of the fuckers. I figured it’d calm Cae down a little, she’s always bitching about how big America is compared to Britain. I actually think she’s a little scared of the size, although she would never admit it.
I was about to close up my notebook for the night, but I just heard Cae start crying. I put the maps on her bed, and she just walked in. I can’t tell if they’re tears from happiness or sadness. I guess it doesn’t matter.
About twenty minutes ago she passed out. Before that she came in and muttered “Thank you...” before hugging me, and then I asked her if she wanted to share some rum with me.
So I started playing a CD (In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, one of our favorites) and we drank for an hour. It was 4 AM at that point, and we were so drunk that this happened:
Me: “I can’t believe we’re getting wasted at 4 AM. Fuck.”
Cae: “What else do you do at 4 AM?”
Me: “...Masturbate. Drink and masturbate. That’s all you do at 4 AM.”
Cae pointed at me and took another drink.
Cae: “Very, very true. You are a wise person, you know that?”
Me: “What do you think people in the 1700’s did? I mean, I guess they could masturbate, but all the women were ugly as fuck...”
Cae: “We need to head to bed. This is getting into a weird place.”
Then we said our goodbyes and she went to sleep.
I guess I’ll go to bed.
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Caligula and Caesar's American Adventure
Teen FictionJoin Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table...
