Violentine One Shots

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dodie clark is my fucking favorite like SKJSKSJKSJSKSJK

i use Jane as Vi's older sister because i have a feeling she would support that little lesbian wholeheartedly 

this is a LONG oneshot because dodie is great and deserves more attention to her music

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Clementine hesitantly knocked on the door to Violet's apartment, a smile coming to her face when Jane answered the door.

Jane returned the smile, pulling the smaller girl into a short hug. "Hey, Clem. It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has. Is Violet home?"

"She's up on the roof. She's in one of her moods."

Clem gave a knowing nod. "I can tell. She's been really distant lately."

For the past couple of months, Violet's been avoiding Clementine. Taking a different path to her apartments, skipping out on lunches. Hell, sometimes even skipping classes. It really confused Clementine, and the rest of her friends.

Jane stepped back into the house, clearing the doorway so that Clem could come inside. Immediately, Clementine felt her muscles relax and all the tension released from her body. 

Violet and Jane's apartment was small, but not a cramped small. Very warm and cozy. Clementine felt at home here. She started reminiscing of all the nights she had spent here when she had a bad day or just needed to escape. 

She climbed the long staircases to the roof and put her hand on the door handle. The sounds of guitar cords coming through the door stopped her thoughts dead in their tracks. She opened it a crack, curious. Now, a voice had joined the guitar, familiar in the style and sound.

"Am I allowed, to look at her like that?"

The voice was soft and raspy, like the person was reading you a bed time story and then kissed you goodnight.

"Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?"

It was Violet's voice. Clementine felt somewhat surprised, seeing as Violet rarely sang, even to her. The only times she ever heard her were when they were studying or just hanging out, and even then, she was only mumbling the words.

"She smells like lemongrass and sleep."

A memory flashed in Clementine's mind. From when she and Violet were smaller, and they would camp out in the countryside of Georgia.

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-five years earlier-

"Can't catch me!" Violet called out teasingly to her friend, laughter bubbling in her chest. Clementine chased after the blonde, her hands brushing the long lemongrass as she ran. Running filled her chest with something that could only be described as pure bliss. She laughed loudly, tackling Violet in a hug. The two rolled down a small hill, still laughing. When they stopped rolling, the girls giggled uncontrollably, wet grass stuck to their ankles and their hair.

"Vi, look." Clementine gasped, pointing at the sunset that had turned that sky a bunch of different shades of pink and gold. 

"Whoa." Violet breathed, throwing her arm around the younger girl's shoulder. 

The two just stared in awe at the pastel sky until the sun set over the horizon. Stars started to dot the dark blue sky, signalling that it was night time.

Clem and Violet walked back over to their tent, zipping the flap closed. After about two hours of telling scary stories and goofing off, Clementine's eyelids became heavy with tiredness. She yawned, flopping backwards onto her sleeping bag. "I'm so tired."