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❛ duh, it's the universe, ❜ luna said as if the answer was obvious, giving him a look and a raised brow. she saw the shift in his expression and offered him a half-smile, reaching across the table to pat him on the shoulder as if he was some small child trying to learn his b's from his d's and still getting them mixed up. ❛ no one likes being uncomfortable, shaggy,❜ she offered, tilting her head; ❛ — but, like my dad always told me, there's no growth in comfort and no comfort in growth. if you wanna grow as a person, become better for the sake of yourself and others, you gotta squirm a bit. ❜

"It knows all that?" Shaggy questioned, his eyes widening as if he'd just seen a ghost, unsure how the cards could read him to filth like that. He was immediately brought back to his childhood as she spoke, young adulthood, and all of his coping mechanisms that were probably obvious to anyone that knew him for more than a handful of days. Sure, he handled his anxiety better than he used to, but he still struggled with it, and especially with handling it in a healthy way. "Like, yeah," he gulped, nodding with his still wide eyes, "I don't like being uncomfortable."

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turning her head, luna grinned in a way that was almost borderline manic, her eyes alight with mischief as she widened them. ❛ okay, you asked for it, ❜ luna cooed, clearing her throat, pretending to toss her hair over her shoulders even though it was tied up in the most outrageously large bun. putting her hand to her sternum, luna began to feign heavy breathing, and slowly melted into the most convincing display of a building orgasm she could muster. she mixed up saying whit and whitney, head dropping back onto the couch, sprinkling a cuss or a 'baby' in there every once and a while... and she only lasted so long before the faux moans bled into helpless laughter — almost cackling. luna rolled and dropped herself onto the floor on her side, tucking her legs up into herself as she burst into the most girlish fit of giggles. ❛ see — totally moanable !! ❜ luna grinned, grabbing onto whitney's shin as if it would keep her from being swallowed up by the floor. groaning at the girl's following words, then, she shifted so she was laying on her back, hands reaching above her head as she got comfortable on her floor and stretched out. ❛ boo, lame, ❜ luna lamented at the instruction not to kill anyone, pouting at the reasoning. ❛ i guess you're right. he's hot, and it'd be a shame for that to go to waste. you've got to capitalize on that, whitney — if you think i sound good moaning your name, imagine how good he'll sound. does he have a hot voice ?? tell me he does because if i found out he sounds like alvin from the chipmunks, i'll sob on your behalf. ❜

"Yeah? Do it then." Whitney challenged, laughing at the very idea but finding everything so fucking funny as her high washed over her, that it seemed like the funniest thing in the world. How bad could it be? Actually, better to not think about that in case she convinced herself it'd be horrible and started spiraling. She didn't want to ruin her mood now that she finally felt relaxed and light. Luna was right though, so right. Wilbur was hot. And somehow, she'd gotten wrapped up into this deal where they were making out on the regular ( plus some other things ). It seemed like a weird, corny plot in a rom-com which was exactly what she'd told herself this wasn't. The sudden waving of her hand broke her out of her reverie and Whitney used all of her willpower to focus on her friend. "What? What?? I'm not interested in him so that's not even a problem but maybe the spit-swapping thing is valid. Is that a cardinal sin? I had no idea, but it sounds - wait! No, no, you can't kill him, too. No killing people. That is so out abounds. No homicide allowed." Especially not the person who was helping her out. "Plus, if you do, then the hot guy would be dead and then what would we do?"

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❛ oh, i'm being dead serious, whitney. no joke. i will do it. ❜ luna promised, tilting her head back so it rested on the couch cushion and she could grin impishly up at her friend. it was adorable, to luna, the way whitney squirmed in response to that. humming in amusement, luna stretched out her legs so they were extended beneath her coffee table, wiggling her toes that had gone numb from sitting criss cross applesauce. ❛ who gives a fuck why he did it, let him do it — whitney, he's HOT, ❜ luna re-emphasized, making an 'a-duh' expression with her face as she wiggled the phone in her hand. as soon as the depreciation started though, luna groaned, wiggling her legs on the ground in some tantrum-like fashion. ❛ no, whit, stop it. enough !! ❜ luna waved her hand, shaking her head, tapping a manicured nail on the screen to emphasize her next point; ❛ it's like against the rules of feminism to go after one of your best friends spit-swappers. pretty sure it's a cardinal sin. i would never in a million years dream of making eye-contact with anyone you were even remotely interested in — the only way i'd touch him is if i was killing him. which is STILL an offer that is on the table, by the way.❜

"Oh my God, tell me you're kidding. No, no...no, you really don't have to do that." Even though Whitney believed, one thousand percent, that Luna would have moaned her name if she asked her to but, as if this situation wasn't already embarrassing to talk about, that would have made it a million times worse. Picking up another dumpling she tried to distract herself with it, taking a few bites when only two were necessary to eat it, trying to keep the whole Wilbur situation as casual in this conversation as much as she could. Because if she thought about it too much, she would overthink it, and that was good for nobody. "Like I said, I have no idea why he even agreed to something like that. Actually, it was kind of his idea." Whitney admitted, trying to remember through her high how exactly they'd come to this agreement. A hypothetical, sarcastic comment and then they'd been making out - she didn't want to dissect it too much just in case she jinxed it and then it all started to fall apart. "I bet if you wanted to, you could totally make him fall for you, easy. You're like a million times cooler and prettier than I am."

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smirking, luna looked at whitney with a raised brow; ❛ i can show you if you like. i'll moan it for you right now and i'm sure it will ease all of your concerns. ❜ normally, luna would have gone right into the action without offering up an opportunity for whitney to tell her no, but she was already pushing her friend into an area of conversation that seemed to make her uncomfortable. she didn't want to push a boundary. sipping her water again, luna sank back against the couch, draping her arm across her stomach that was now starting to feel incredibly full. luna perked up when the phone was handed to her, holding it above her head as she swiped eagerly through the selection. ❛ oooooh, ❜ luna grinned, holding it even closer, zooming in on varying parts of the photo as her eyes seemed to sparkle. ❛ oh, he's hot, he's stupid hot, ❜ luna replied, turning to look at whit with her smile stretched so wide it was nearly about to run off of her face. ❛ atta girl, whitney. look at those arms, ❜ she swooned, zooming in on the man's arms and turning the screen so whit could see. ❛ — ugh, i love a nice pair of arms. ❜

"Now you have me worrying if Whitney is a moan-able name and that's literally something I've never worried about until this moment." It felt like there were too many syllables and it didn't quite roll of the tongue, but she'd never thought about it before until right now! Was it a bad name? Placing the plate back down on the coffee table for safety, Whitney shrugged at the question, not entirely sure what the definition or requirement for heavy petting was. Or if they'd gotten anywhere close to that. She didn't think so. "I mean, so far it's just been a lot of making out and maybe a little more." Whitney didn't want to get too detailed about it, that felt so uncouth, but still, she didn't want to lie by omission either. Regardless, it'd been fun and a lot more action than she normally got which was both pathetic and... well, sad. Nothing against Wilbur, to be fair, he was making it a lot more fun. She could tell her high was taking over, her anxiety finally pulling back as she was able to relax, smiling as she thought about the whole ridiculous situation and how she'd gotten herself into it. "Yeah, yeah, he's pretty hot. No idea why he's spending time with me, to be honest." Reaching for her phone, she pulled up a couple random pictures she'd snapped and handed it over to her.

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luna was shuffling around, gathering her bass and her chords and her amp and beginning to set them up in her living room. inspiration was flowing through her, but it wasn't the same. none of them have been the same since getting trapped here and luna was doing her best to keep everyone's head in it — music is what held them together — but even that was beginning to feel exhausting. her ours at the dental office sucked, and she was so bored nowadays she hardly ever felt inspiration. ❛ hell yeah, thai sounds amazing. i could fuck up a curry bowl rn. do you want to smoke or is that...do you smoke still ?? i can't remember, i think i've got brain rot. ❜

If she was a better friend, she would notice what Luna had sooner, but the simple truth was — Veronica was a terrible friend. She tried her best, and she loved with her whole heart, but she was a very self-centered person at the core, often seeing things through her own emotional lenses than practicality. She wasn't going to notice something up with someone unless it was pointed out to her, or began to affect her relationship with them. She hadn't a clue her mother was going to walk out on her, had she? "On it," Dusk agreed, hopping up at once to grab the papers, then collect the phone from the floor, pulling the app up. "Wait, do we want sushi or Mexican? Or we could go for the Thai place, probably less of a wait time."

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hearing whitney laugh was a relief to the other because it meant she was doing a good job steering her away from whatever discomfort this conversation may have originally brought her. albeit it, luna was pretty fucking high right now, but it made it easier to find the humor in situations and all she wanted to do right now was make whit laugh. ❛ it's not a bad one but not a moan-able one by any means. ❜ the brunette pointed out, waving her chopsticks in the air as if to cast a visual in the air between them... the imagery of moaning a name like that making luna's laughter increase. luna shrugged her shoulders, picking up another roll and swirling it around in her soy sauces, dragging her teeth along her lip as she concentrated on doing so. ❛ so like... heavy petting or ?? ❜ she inquired, wanting clarity on what exactly experimentation meant in whitney's world, stuffing the roll in her mouth and turning to look at her friend with raised eyebrows. ❛ so casual my ass, whit, ❜ luna teased once she had swallowed, her smile spreading wide. ❛ is he hot at least ?? do you have a picture or something ?? i need to know what this teacher of yours looks like. ❜

Whitney couldn't help but lose it a little bit at how determined Luna was to kill Fred. She appreciated it but it was so unnecessary, when they were both a lot more sober than they were right now, she'd have to remind her not to do anything to him. Even though her crush had been thrown into the dirt that didn't mean he deserved anything bad to happen to him. Taking a short break from her sushi to take a long drink of water, Whit took a second to really appreciate this moment with her, wishing she could have more of them when she was quite literally still in the middle of one right now. Talk about being nostalgic for the present. "What? Wilbur isn't that bad of a name," and she truly believed that until she pointed out imagining moaning his name and maybe she had a point. "Well, good thing I won't be moaning his name any time soon." Whitney pointed out with a laugh, though the thought still made her cheeks warm when she really imagined it. The sudden slap of her hand on the couch made some soy sauce spill as Whit gave her a wide-eyed look. "I mean - it's just some making out to help me not be so nervous about it," she explained, "and some touching and that kind of thing," she added quietly before clearing her throat. "It's not a big deal, it's so casual." And so not something Whitney Ramakrishnan ever did.

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luna nodded, reaching to take a heaping sip of water as she took that as a maybe and not a definite no. she wasn't trying to make an advance on her friend but, fuck, if she wanted to figure things out —what she liked, who she liked doing things with... who was luna to deny her that ?? shoving another gyoza in her mouth, luna adjusted her position on the floor, sinking her weight back against the couch, humming in thought as she clacked her chopsticks together as she nodded along with what whitney was saying. if that was how she felt, that was how she felt; ❛ i'll still kill him, ❜ luna replied again with a shrug, as if it was an obvious solution that the pair of them should have come through collectively but not wanting to push whit one way or the other. luna may be an activist, but she was ride or die for her friends. girl power and all that jazz. ❛ is that his name ?? wil-bur ?? ❜ luna inquired, scrunching her nose. ❛ yeesh, yeah... thank god that's platonic. imagine moaning the name wilbur ?? ❜ luna laughed, her high making it difficult not to find the name comical. then, picking up on what whitney was saying, luna turned and slapped one of her hands down on the couch cushion; ❛ wait — back up. experience department ?? what do you mean ?? oh my god, whit what do you MEAN !? ❜

"You know what? No idea is a bad idea. Let's just tuck that away for now and get back to it as a possible last resort." Not that Luna wasn't gorgeous, obviously she was, but Whitney was not ready for that kind of conversation just yet and even thinking about it had the temperature on her skin rising. Popping the rest of a rangoon in her mouth, Whit made quick work of the delicious food and thankfully she did, eyes widening at the promise of violence. "Oh, no. No, you don't have to kill him. I respect it. You can't control who people fall in love with, you know, and I don't want to be some bitter old lady 'cause every person I like ends up liking someone else. It happens." It was why, more often than not, she kept her crushes to herself. Pulling her legs up underneath her, Whit made a move for a proper sushi roll, shoving an entire piece in her mouth as Luna worked through whatever shaggy men she could think of. "Wait, are you talking about Wilbur? Oh no, no, we are strictly platonic." Was he her type though? She'd never really thought about it. "But I will say, he's been helping me out a little in the ...experience department. As a friend."

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❛ NO — i didn't say you were being stupid, i said you just need to relax, ❜ luna corrected her friend with a pointed finger, beginning to shuffle the cards as she encouraged her friend to dig deep and relax. luna began to spread out the cars as they called to her, letting the other accept her fate as she flicked her gaze up to thorn's every so often, gauging to see if she was actually relaxing or if she was just pretending to because luna told her to. luna raised a brow; ❛ are you really ?? ❜ she inquired, adjusting the cards so they all lined up nicely in the spread. ❛ take a few more breaths, just to make sure. ❜

thorn eased instantly the moment luna grabbed her hand. it was embarrassing to admit at times, but her girls really did keep her grounded more than anything. her life felt so disjointed and out of control and there luna was....just bringing her back for a moment like it wasn't. "you're right. i'm just being stupid. god, sorry. whatever you say, luna." she closed her eyes and took the deep breaths as instructed. she really was trying her best to clear her head, but of course she struggled a little bit. eventually she was able to truly allow herself to let go. deep meditation was supposed to be one of her techniques to avoid relapsing...something that was way overdue. still, it was working now. "i think i'm ready."

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❛ we'll work on that, ❜ luna said pointedly, taking a deep breath to try and get in the zone. her hands waved over the cards as if trying to read them with her palms, nodding her head reassuringly. ❛ nope, no impending doom, ❜ she reassured, looking up at him with a reassuring smile. ❛ it says you've dealt with a lot of fear and exhaustion in your past, an inability to fully cope with the things you have experienced and, therefore, developing a knack for letting things roll of your back. it's carried into the present, and your... aloof nature is almost like a shield for you, now. you gotta work on opening up and being less... ❜ she grabbed at the air for the word she wanted, clicking her tongue. ❛ — prone to fear, is what i want to say. especially with your emotions and your relationships. gotta open yourself up to being okay with being uncomfortable. am i making sense ?? ❜

"I don't know how to manifest..." If he knew how to manifest things, well, Shaggy wouldn't end up in such questionable situations for most of his life, particularly with his friends and all their ghost hunting ideas. He was almost afraid to look, even thought he didn't have the first clue what any of this meant. "Like, really?" He let out a long sigh of relief, hoping she wasn't just saying so to make him feel better. "So, uh, what's it... say, then?"

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luna's smile faltered at the idea of getting thorn on board, a bit of a solemn expression flashing in her eyes. thorn had been so ... out of it lately. she didn't want to put pressure on the girl to focus on herself AND the band— not that they would ever do the hex girls without her but... it had been hard lately. for all of them, it seemed. luna opted not to comment on her concerns, nodding her head, pressing her lips back up into a grin once more and enthusiastically clapping her hands together. ❛ this is what we all need right now, ❜ luna concluded, dismissing her previous thoughts as she slid her legs out from under her, landing bare feet upon the carpet beneath her bed as she scrambled to her feet. ❛ i've got my bass — can you grab the sheet music from my desk ?? we can start plunkin' and thumpin' right now !! oh, and here's my phone - ❜ she tossed it in dusk's direction, not paying any mind to the fact it hit the floor with a thud. ❛ — order us something on doordash. i gotta make sure my amp still works. i'm feelin' spicy !! ❜

"Oh, fuck yeah. You know I'm down, don't have to ask me twice." She would follow Thorn and Luna just about anywhere. Just about. If one of them suggested doing some sort of country album, she might have to hit them upside their heads one good time... but she would still back them up, groaning the whole time. No one else was going to get to play drummer for her girls, it didn't work like that. "It shouldn't be hard to get Thorn on board, either," she guessed. She was already getting hyped up watching her best friend jump around squealing. It was definitely a highlight in her otherwise bleak life. "Not just us, it could be what humankind needs. Mankind, even. A nice and loud get with it or get the fuck out."

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luna grinned at the waiving of the fee, resisting the urge to roll her eyes — sheesh, she knew people had to make their money somehow but charging for tarot readings felt so slimey to her. then again, this was facilier they were talking about here — slime and the man across the table seemed like they would go hand in hand !! ❛ ooohh, how kind, ❜ she purred, setting her elbows on the table, folding her hands into fists, and resting her chin atop her knuckles. her eyes went to his cards, brows lifting at how worn and well loved they were, intrigue flashing in her gaze as it returned to his face — excitement brimming her features. ❛ go big or go home is what the say, isn't it ?? ❜ luna offered, tilting her head to the side. ❛ celtic cross it is. ❜

As she spoke, Facilier calmly took a sip of his coffee, analyzing. She was trying to seem nice and happy, but he'd seen her around before, glaring at him for no reason when she thought he wasn't looking. Apparently, they had a little one-sided feud between them, one that he didn't entirely care to participate in. Unless, of course, things got very interesting very quickly. Which they were, if a tarot reading was coming into play. "Hmm, well, normally I'd charge, but seeing as I have another expert in front of me, I suppose I can waive it," he told her, smoothly pulling his favorite tarot deck from his left coat pocket. The cards were worn, from years of generational use, but he figured it would just add character. "What sort of reading are we in for?" he asked her, sliding the cards from their reinforced box and starting to shuffle, almost on autopilot. "Three card's standard, but I don't mind going a little above and beyond. Celtic cross, maybe?"

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❛ your gut is hardly ever wrong, ❜ luna pointed out, continuing to mindlessly shuffle the deck until it felt right to stop, beginning to lay out the cards in a simple three card standard. humming to herself in thought, she listened to the other, nodding along with what she was saying. ❛ mhm, precisely. it's all about how you look at it, and the way you interpret the cards is likely what whoever they're for needs to hear right now. so just trust that whatever the cards say — it's likely something you need. an answer you've been searching for. revealing the cause for a problem — so on and so forth.❜ looking up, luna offered a smile, gesturing to the cards. ❛ trust yourself. you let me know when you're ready for me to tell you what they say. your gut will tell you, just listen to it. take a few deep breaths and open yourself up.❜

the idea of trusting her gut , while exhilirating , was also ridiculously terrifying . maybe it was just because her memories were exceedingly hazy but victoria had a slight suspicion that she had absolutely no idea of how to do that , ' follow her gut ' . ❛ and if my gut is wrong ? ❜ the woman laughed at how pathetic must sound , though being hard on herself most certainly wouldn't help the situation . nevertheless , she continued to listen to the other's words with the purest form of interest . she had no recollection of ever meeting a tarot reader before , let alone having her own cards read ! she could almost hear a distant voice , perhaps her mother's , lecturing her about it . ❛ so ... death in the same sense as transformation , yes ? a metamorphosis of the self ? ❜ that sounded much better , and considerably more inviting . ❛ that doesn't sound too terrible . how do i know that i'm ready for it ? ❜

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luna cackled at whitney's exclamation, jerking the sushi currently pinched between her chopsticks in the girl's direction. ❛ c'mon !! it's not a bad idea — i personally think it's a great one, ❜ she beamed, popping the piece into her mouth and hardly able to chew from how hard she was smiling. she swallowed, getting the bite down without chewing it too much, practically swallowing it whole. luna reached for her water, sipping on it as she inspected whitney's reaction. ❛ i'll kill him, ❜ luna said, completely serious, setting her water back down as she poked at the tray of gyoza, trying to see which one seemed the most stuffed. finding one, dipping it in sauce, she took a bite and chewed as she tried to picture who she was talking about in her head. ❛ you know, the shaggy one, ❜ luna repeated with her mouth half-full, struggling to think clearly amidst her high. ❛ do you hang out with a lotta shaggy lookin' kids ?? he's brunette... tall... kinda dopey looking. ❜

"Oh my God!" Whitney exclaimed, pressing her hands over her face as she felt a heat rush to her cheeks. She got so embarrassed talking about this stuff - seriously whatever day of class everyone decided that talking about sex and everything that came with it was normal, was a day she missed. But she wanted to get better about it, she wanted it to be a normal conversation that you had with a friend without feeling awkward. She felt like she was making progress but there were still moments. As Luna took a second to take a bite of sushi, Whit did the same only with a crab rangoon, letting the flavors wash over her. They were so fucking good. Especially when high. "Yeah Fred, like nerd Fred." She confirmed, although she didn't love calling him that, there was a lot more to him than the comic store but it wasn't like she had to sit here defending his honor. "I think so...honestly, I tried not to ask too many questions about it." The hurt of being tossed to the side had still been fresh and even Whitney was self-deprecating enough for that. "The shaggy looking kid?" Brow furrowed as she took another bite of a rangoon, spinning through a mental rolodex. "I - you might have to give me a little more than that."

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❛ odd. you know like... kooky. a coincidence. a coinky-dink if you will, ❜ mused the musician with a playful gleam in her eyes, despite wanting to reach across the table and grab his throat and shake him til he croaked. what was this guys DEAL ?? the coffee shop always had a warm and welcoming aura and people like him made it feel like it was a murder scene... which may be saying too much for someone she a, hardly knew and b, was just minding his business. regardless, luna didn't trust him, and the fascination she held for him had to come from somewhere... and any reading she's done trying to find out WHERE came up empty. and the cards always know, at least hers seemed to. ❛ well, on this fine day, i was wondering if you'd consider doing a reading for me, ❜ luna inquired, reaching forward to turn his coffee cup so she could read the label and see what he ordered. ❛ not many tarot readers in our small, wholesome town and while i love reading for myself... i think it'd be fun to have someone else read me for a change. ❜

He made himself sigh imperceptibly, though lord knew he wanted to be dramatic about it just to get some time to himself. Some days it was just so hard, being so enticing. Still, he closed his book, folding his arms over it on the table, and looked at her as evenly as he could manage. "Odd?" he questioned, for clarification's sake, wondering vaguely if drinking coffee and reading was only strange behavior when he did it, and not when the...well, three or four other people he could see in the general vicinity did it. Facilier had to assume it was just a him problem. It usually was, in plenty of people's eyes. "How can I help you this fine day?"

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luna smirked pridefully at whit's acceptance of her change of mindset — even if it was a silent and unacknowledged one, whitney didn't outright dismiss it so, luna would take that as a start. the smirk deepened at whitney telling her to shut up, laughing loudly, throwing her hands out, grinning; ❛ i'm being so serious !! i'll even sprinkle rose petals everywhere and light the incense you like. i don't have a cock but i could totally change that with a quick online purchase. swear. ❜ luna was never really a dildo girly, but for her friend, she'd become one in a heartbeat. lightening the mood seemed to be working, popping a roll of sushi into her mouth and groaning audibly at the taste. fuck, luna loved sushi. listening to whitney, luna chewed, tilting her head. ❛ fred like... nerd fred ?? the one from the comic shop ?? ❜ luna inquired with a mouth half-full, furrowing her brows, swallowing. ❛ isn't he with that redhead bitch ?? if it's who i think it is, him picking her over you is stupid and a HUUUGGGEE loss on his part — from what i know she's a raging c-u-next-tuesday. ❜ picking up her other sushi option, luna inspected it as she pondered aloud; ❛ what about that shaggy lookin' kid i see you with sometimes ?? he your type ?? ❜

Whitney knew Luna was right. Everyone had come to their senses about virginity and how messed up it was but still... Even though it was going to be hard to reframe it, she was going to try. Not having the most experience wasn't a bad thing, it was nothing to get worked up about and when it happened, it would. "Oh my god, you're so full of shit." Whitney rolled her eyes with a laugh, shaking her head but it did help a little bit even if that was just something friends said to each other. It was hard to say if getting out there would actually solve anything when a lot of her problems were internal but it couldn't hurt, right? Even if Whit was the problem. She could feel a warmth spreading over her cheeks when Luna asked about anyone she had her eyes on and she chastised herself for being such a child about it. Why was it so embarrassing for her to admit if she liked someone? "Well, at one point I was crushing pretty hard on Fred but then...well, he ended up liking someone else so - " the usual. "I don't really know what my type is. Someone who actually likes me would be good."

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❛ well, to be honest, i believe virginity is a weird concept founded by the patriarchy and organized religion to control women and their bodies. sooooo, instead of saying you're a virgin, let's just run with the note that you're not super experienced which is totally cool.❜ luna offered, reaching behind her to grab the bong from the side table, knowing she'd need hardcore munchies if she was gonna get even HALF of this buffet down. ❛ hey, for what it's worth, i'd fuck you, and i've got like ridiculously high standards, ❜ luna said with a playful wink, a grin lingering on her lips; ❛ — i can be super romantic about it, too. get you flowers and stuff.... but, forreal, whit, i think we just gotta get you out there. let the world see how hot and interesting you are.❜ luna pressed her mouth to the open neck of the bong, grabbing the lighter from the table and taking a nice, slow hit. then, releasing on a steady exhale, luna sighed at her friends body dramatically splaying across her couch but leaned back to adoringly flutter her eyes at her. ❛ anyone in town catch your eye ?? i can name a couple hotties off the top of my head but, kinda need a type to work with here.❜

"I know, that's what everyone keeps saying." Who was everyone? Whitney wasn't sure. It felt like she was living in a constant seesaw between being made to believe that Euphoria was real and that it was totally fine to be so inexperienced. She honestly had no idea what to think anymore other than she was tired of having this whole label like a gray cloud over her head. It felt like life would be so much easier if she just got it over with and didn't have to worry about it anymore. Crossing back over to the couch, she threw herself onto the cushions, a little dramatically for Whitney, and trained her eyes on her friend. She wanted to believe that, she really did. "Do I have standards...or is no one interested? Hard to say at this point."