“May I have this seat?”

“May I have this seat?” someone asked.

“Uh, wha-” Chelsie turned to see a girl her age, which made sense. She was going to an girls-only camp. She didn’t recognize her. That also made sense. Chelsie tried her best to forget everyone she came in contact with, fearing that the voice would use them as material for a late night. However, there were a few things about the girl that garnered the brunette’s interest.

The girl was tall. Her auburn hair was about as messy as her own and twice as long. Her nearly comical thick-rimmed glasses contrasted against her presumably flawless caramel skin. Her toned but thick legs indicated some repettative athletic activity. She was good late-night material overall. There was just one thing Chelsie couldn’t understand.

The girl was wearing a bulky bubble jacket.

‘It’s a 105 degrees in here, girl! Take it off!’ the voice declared. Chelsie remained silent.

“Umm,” the auburn girl said, still waiting for a reply.

Chelsie coughed, “Uh yeah. Sure. Go ahead.” She turned and wiped her mouth.

‘Oh my god! Are you drooling?’ the voice asked, ‘I guess someone’s not so straight and narrow, are they?’

Chelie put her hand to her own face and began clawing. Maybe pain would get the voice to stop?

“Are you okay?” the girl in the bubble jacket asked Chelsie, now seated next to her.

“I’m fine!” Chelsie growled, “I should be asking that question to you. You gotta be dying in there!” The brunette regretted her words as soon as she said them. She knew her tone was too harsh. Thankfully, it didn’t seem that the girl had taken offense to her comments.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” the girl chuckled, “I just really love this jacket and it couldn’t fit in my backpack.”

Chelsie shrugged, “Suit yourself. I’m fine so long as you are.” She smirked to herself. The conversation was going smoothly. The brunette added, “You know, I’ve got a jacket like that too. It’s in my closet right now.”

‘Tell her about the one time when you had to go to school with just the bubble jacket! That was a fun one!’ The voice advised.

“Anyway,” the brunette continued, “My name’s Chelsie. What’s yours?” The teen extended her hand out to the other girl. The other girl accepted the offer. The two paused, noting how sweaty the auburn’s palm was.

Chelsie stood up, “You should sit near the window. It’s a bit cooler-” Before she could continue, the bus hit a speed bump and the brunette lost her balance. She felt time slow as her legs disconnect from the ground. Her vision blurred. Soft vinyl wrapped around her. She was safe.

Chelsie took a breath and checked her surroundings. She was still on the bus, obviously. She was not in her seat. She wasn’t on the floor either. She was being held. Two strong arms, arms that were surely the perfect compliment to the toned thick thighs Chelsie had seen earlier, held the brunette close to the glasses-wearing auburn beast.

The girl was trembling, most likely to the strain of carrying another person. She weakly said, “My name is Laura.”

Chelsie could feel her face heat up.

‘Oh god, we are going to be so gay by the end of this.’