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There was a tap at Maebe's window. And then another. Just outside, America was crouched low and looking shifty as she waited for Maebe to let her in. The girl apparently had some sort of stealth in mind, hair braided tight with a dark streak of grease paint under each eye and camo print booty shorts. Slightly less stealthy was the hunter's orange bikini top which she'd added for safety.

In one hand was a cooler full of ice and beer. In the other was a bag or Doritos.

America was, perhaps, a little high.

Setting her supplies down, America crossed her arms and sternly assessed the situation before nodding an approval. "********' love thin mints." Pointing to the cooler, the girl began listing out what she was working with, "I got six cans of Steel Reserve." Hopefully Dawson wouldn't be too insulted. "Some rope, 3 joints, a bad of Cool Ranch Doritos," this was enunciated like it was some special rarity, the sort that induced sex noises out of her boyfriend more easily than she ever could, "...and..."

Here America lost her train of thought and went to inspect a pink fluffy thing on Maebe's bed. "It's so angry looking..."

Pause and then, "You should let me borrow your book it's the weird sex one right?"

Alarmed at Maebe's sudden declaration, America stared for a moment before bursting into giggles. Reaching into her cleavage she brought out a flat little cupcake tin and lighter with a ridiculous grin and assuring the other girl, "Naaaw, he'd never do that to a book. I'm just gonna leave it out where he can see it and mark out pages. See how long it takes for him to either get mad or take steps of his own."

She took the first drag because Maebe had reminded her that doing so was a great idea, gave a little cough, and then passed it over. "Don't go dyin' on me Miss Maebe." Exhaling, she leaned again the window pillow, admiring Maebe for thinking ahead when it came to her comfort. Hella good hostess.

With a giggle, America opened up the Dorito bag, "Oh Miss May Be, not even close." She seemed ready to elaborate further on their sex life and the various introductions they'd had to new things, but that zesty Cool Ranch permeated the room and adjusted her priorities.

Distractedly, she explained, "I just like to get him mad. Or laughing. Both are good."

They were supposed to be doing something. But nutrition was also important.

"That's 'cause we're in loooooOOOOoooove," America cooed around her mouthful of Doritos. "You don't want someone liking you that much, though." She waggled a chip at Maebe as she went on to lecture. "You'd get eaten. And not like, the sexity sex sort, okay?" She made a dirty little up-down motion with the chip towards the other girl.

"This island has a serious cannibal problem, and you always smell nice." The last was said in the dire tones of warning.

"M'sorry hun, I know you like those D's in the B too," America sympathized before catching up to the rest of what Maebe was saying.

"Maaaaaybeeeeeee," she whined, "you aren't unlovable, ******** stop that. You're fun, n'smart, n'pretty, n'a little mean to spice it up. Only thing that'd make it impossible is if somebody ate you and you got all digested n's**t."

The girl nodded firmly to her own solid argument, "You'd go from being The Poop to just poop, n'that's just no good, honey."

Then she really picked up some steam. "People break up or die or just get so sad about s**t they leave you ******** constantly," she shook her head sadly before popping another chip. "But none of that's like...just about you. There's the other people in that mix, and sometimes they add shitty things to it to make holding on to each other all the harder. Love doesn't even mean s**t about sticking together, it's about missing the other person forever when you're not."

Slipping down next to the other girl, America reached for her before noticing there was Dorito flavoring all over her hand. So she licked that off first and then put an arm around Maebe's shoulders and asked, "Would you do it again?"