Simping Stella

The school's first week in Colorado is over, which means the kids are descending upon the nearby town of Cranberry like a bunch of weed hungry locust. No one invited you, but that's cool. You didn't want to go anyway. You'd much rather sit on the roof with a book of poetry, and sip some fresh chamomile tea.

Which is exactly what you've decided to do. It's cold and a recent flurry of snow has left the roof topped with a blanket of snow, but you're bundled up and in this for the long haul. You sneak up the staircase leading to the roof, jimmy the lock and head out.

However as soon as you break out into the white wonderland of Colorado, you see that there is already a person up here.

Stella is butt naked, sitting on a lawn chair, and sipping from a can of Arizona Ice Tea. She appears to be taking in the scenery of the lovely mountain valley your school now overlooks. "Stella?" You blurt out, genuine concern bubbling out of you like vomit.

She stiffens up from her relaxed pose as she hears your voice. "Wow nowhere is safe from you."

"Aren't you cold?"

"No nudists don't get cold, thank you very much."

"Oh right." You forgot you made that rule. What other rules have you forgotten about? The Futas at Smoothie King were already there, right? "What are you doing way up here?"

"Just trying to be alone."

"Me too!" you have so much in common. "We can be alone together." You fan out your own lawn chair and break open your thermos of warm tea. "Nothing like a little Yates to warm the spirit."

She just sighs, and sips from her tea. Her legs are spread wide and relaxed in the chair, she looks at the city in the distance with the contempt of a father watching a peewee soccer game.

"Bolt and bar the shutter,

For the foul winds blow:

Our minds are at their best this night,

And I seem to know

That everything outside us is

Mad as the mist and snow.

Horace there by Homer stands,

Plato stands below,

And here is Tully's open page

How many years ago

Were you and I unlettered lads

Mad as the mist and snow?

You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,

What makes me shudder so?

I shudder and I sigh to think

That even Cicero

And many-minded Homer were

Mad as the mist and snow."

"Michael." One of the biggest advantages of being alone, is that people don't talk, or read poetry to you."

"Oh come on Stella." You whine. "What's bothering you, I just gotta know. Drama is was more interesting than poetry."

She growls and sighs, and looks away, and does all the things they always do before they eventually give in to your will. "Chad called me a slut yesterday"

You cock her an eyebrow. "If you're worried about what Chad thinks, I can tell you from personal experience that it isn't much of anything."

She giggles a little. "No it's not that. That's just what by boyfriend called before he dumped me. I'm a slut, i'm a whore. How is anyone supposed to love me, what that's what they think when they see me walking through the hallway?"

Oooh. You sit back in your chair and sip the tea. "Well Stella the road to self love is a long and winding one."

"Gee that really helps, thanks comfort councilor."

"You know what your problem is?"

"Being **** to go to school naked?"

You just don't see how that's a problem. Difference of opinion obviously. "You've got shame. Brooke's got a way more embarrassing job than you, but she relishes her chance to be The Bottomless Bandit. Ya know why?"

"She's a psychopath?"

"Because she has no shame! You'd be much happier if you were as shameless a pervert as her."

She thinks about this ridiculous leap in logic, as if it was sound advice. Words of wisdom from a Comfort Councilor always were. "You're right of course, but I just don't..."

"Before your give up on yourself, can we try something?"

"I don't know Michael, I feel like I'm always going to be embarrassed of my nudity. I've had the biggest tits in school since 7th grade, I've always been so ashamed of them..." She gasps. "You're right! All the other girls would make fun of me and say I have udders! They made fun of me, even when I had clothes on. Oh my god Michael, I've always been ashamed of my body!"

"I know." You stand up and hold out your hand. "That's why I made you a nudist, so you could finally find peace." You've gotten really good a lying on the spot. Let's be honest, you just wanted to see some titties. "Now Stella, will you help me? Help me turn you into the most shameless slut in school?"

Her hand was reaching out, but she suddenly pulls it back. "Slut? I... I don't know about slut. I just want to be proud of my own body."

"You will be Stella." You hold your hand out once more. "Do you trust me?"

She looks up at you with big eyes completely glazed over, blank like those of a doll. She only has reason to distrust you, the villian of her story, and this one. Yet the rules of this universe state that she trusts the comfort councilor completely. Thus devoid of any reasoning, or emotions that would lead her to put her trust in you, she is instead animated by the powers of The Notebook little more than a marionette in that moment.

Her eyes are wider than any human could manage, her smile is broad and chilling, and just a little bit of drool leaks from the side of her mouth as she says "With my life." With just a little too much feeling and gusto.

You smirk, and she places her hand in yours. "I'm glad we're on the same page."