Violet wakes up the following morning with a pounding headache and a dry mouth, and she immediately knows that she drank too much the night before. But, within her hazy memories of last night, nestled somewhere between the drinking, Brody and Marlon's excessive kissing and the pounding music, Violet remembers Clementine. The dancing girl with amber eyes and brunette hair.
She sits up in bed and rubs her eyes, groaning as her headache amplifies as she glances over to the curtains. light spills into her room and Violet regrets leaving them open when she stumbled back home earlier that morning.
Violet pulls her hands away from her eyes and looks at her open palms, heart pounding as she sees the smudged numbers penned onto the skin of her palm. Violet lets her smile grow into a grin as she reaches over to her bedside table and scrolls through her phone. She feels giddy when she sees the same number is already saved on her mobile. Violet checks the time, it's still quite early but she can't wait any longer. She remembers the kiss, the scent of her soft perfume, the way she moved with such confidence. The way Clementine wanted Violet to look at her.
Violet: Hi Clementine, this is Violet, from last night. You told me to text you... so here I am, sending you a text. I was wondering if you want to meet me for breakfast?
Violet puts her phone down and heads towards the bathroom. She can smell the alcohol on her breath, and regardless of if Clementine wants to meet or not, she needs to shower. Violet knocks on the bathroom door and waits. From within the room, a muffled response comes.
"I'll be two seconds babe; I'm just brushing my teeth." It's Brody, speaking in the sweet tone she reserves for Marlon only.
Violet sighs. She really needs to move out.
"It's me, Brody," Violet replies as she leans against the door frame.
"Oh, sorry I thought you were Marlon, just gimme a second Vi."
Violet drums her fingers against her thigh as she waits for Brody to exit the bathroom. She closes her eyes and exhales a breath, feeling her headache pound in time with every beat of her heart. The door beside her opens and it startles Violet, and she groans at the loud noise and turns to look at her flatmate.
Brody looks Violet up and down with raised eyebrows, "hey," she says, "you look rough." Brody tightens the towel around her chest and runs her hand through her damp hair as she looks at Violet's furrowed eyebrows and slightly pained expressed. "Are you hungover?" Brody asks in her motherly tone.
Violet nods and forces a smile, "a little," she mutters.
Brody hums as she moves to stand in front of the blonde, "what happened after we left?" she asks, "you didn't end up going back to Minerva's did you?"
Violet snaps her eyes open and shakes her head, "god," she exclaims, "no I didn't... I um, I met a girl actually."
Brody's eyes light up and she opens her mouth in exhilaration "really? And.."
Violet rolls her eyes, "well, we talked and... we kissed," she pauses as she sees Brody smile and bite her lip. Violet clears her throat before she continues "and she told me to text her this morning, to hang out again."
"And did you?" asks Brody with eagerness in her voice.
Violet shoots Brody a look as she rolls her eyes and smiles, "of course I did Brody." A silence falls and Violet gently scoots sideways towards the open bathroom door. "So, I need to have a shower so I don't smell like tequila when I meet her again."
Brody nods and rests her hand on the top of her towel, securing it in place. "Good idea," says Brody as she turns around and heads towards her bedroom. "Can I make you a coffee?" she calls.

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Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots
Fanfiction'You give me that look, it's almost unreal' A collection of Violentine one-shots.