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"I'm like a Glo Worm," Tatum replied dreamily, before dissolving into laughter. Unlike her girlfriend, she hadn't stood a chance in staving off the giggles, and she easily flopped down onto the ground beside the other girl. She cuddled into Frankie's side, head resting on her shoulder, as she continued to laugh, pressing her face against other girl to try and stifle it some.
Her extremities felt weird, light and sort of numb, and her mind seemed to be racing all over the place. One minute she was thinking about Frankie, and then about getting another drink, then back to Frankie again and how she wanted to kiss her so bad, and then she was reminded of the thirst again, followed by a slew of whole other topics. Her brain just wasn't keeping up, as she pressed her face into Frankie's arm again, still laughing.
"I'm so fucked, I wish we brought like.. chocolate or some shit," she decided, giggling.
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"That's because you're like.. the coolest girl ever obviously," Tatum replied, closing her own eyes as Frankie nuzzled up to her hair. She could see her own lights behind her lids, grinning for a moment, before opening them up again to stare down at the other girl.
She seemed impossibly waifish the more Tatum stared at her, and she began to realize they both did, her own arm looked impossibly skinny, as if they were shrinking or something. She blinked a few times to clear her head, before changing her focus to Frankie's face, smiling at her. "You're so vibrant, it's blowing my mind," she muttered, leaning in a bit closer, just barely apart from her lips. The area around them seemed so bright, even though it was so late at night, the moon seemed like it was lighting up the whole forest.
She felt sort of exposed, under the bright moon, but she didn't care. She felt too happy there to care.
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Tatum was sure that her breath was taken away for a moment when their lips touched, the same electric sensation coursing through her body. This was definitely better than the first time she had tried salvia; kissing her girlfriend was a much better trip than just smoking and hanging out in the den with her brother.
"I love," she began, her lips still clumsily pressed against Frankie's, as she faltered for a moment. "Like, this stuff, it's great," she finally added, after a moment of silence, her eyes closing, and a goofy grin crossing her face.
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