NOT A DATE ➝ RACHLET.
It wasn’t exactly surprising that Scarlet didn’t really think things through. Most of the time, her head was clouded by a ton of weed and probably an unhealthy amount of incense inhalation. When she’d invited herself to Rachel’s apartment for the weekend, her sister’s party had slipped her mind. She’d remembered the triplets’ birthday, of course. That wasn’t something she’d ever forget. But it hadn’t occurred to her that she’d made entire weekend plans with Rachel when she already had important plans for tonight with her sister and all of their friends. Maybe there was a way around this, though.
She’d been out on the balcony when she’d been texting her sister, smoking weed from her favorite bowl and definitely not thinking about any passers by seeing her in her underwear. Maybe, if she’d thought about it, she would’ve realized how trashy she was being, but she’d never been one to care. Decidedly done with the weed, Scarlet had let it die out, then left it on the balcony so as not to make Rachel’s apartment smell of it as she headed back inside, and spotted Rachel in the kitchen. Grinning, she walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her waist from the back and leaning up to press her lips delicately to the side of the other girl’s neck.
“Wanna go somewhere with me?” she mumbled between kisses, though she pulled back then, spinning Rachel around to face her.
