Copyright 2020.
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
ISBN: 978-1-09834-428-3
This book is dedicated to my loving mother.
Thank you for always encouraging me to pursue writing and being my personal hype woman.
Love you always.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER ONE
The smell of sweat mixed with perfume filled the air as Cyra and Gypsy stumbled through the crowd in their obnoxious platforms, trying to find a good spot to vibe and see the visuals as their drugs began to hit.
“Bitch do you feel it?” Cyra asked Gypsy as her pupils started to dilate even more as she felt the MDMA starting to hit her.
Gypsy just stood there in silence, smiling, as she felt herself becoming immersed in a different world. The LSD was starting to take effect. She leaned over to Cyra and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Cyra said laughing as she took Gypsy’s hand in hers.
Liquid Stranger was playing a wompy set that everyone in the crowd couldn’t help but to move how the music felt. Cyra and Gypsy were in their own little world, not having a care what anyone else around them thought because they had each other and that’s all that mattered. Besides, everyone assumed they’re a couple anyway so they might as well play into the roles, especially so those few creeps that are always at every festival would leave them alone.
There’s over a million watts of bass that filled the speakers and Gypsy felt her trip intensify as she’s teleported into a different galaxy. Everything was so beautiful and moving in sync with the music. The bass was so intense, the ground was vibrating with the wubs and dubs that were followed by lasers making geometric patterns and changing colors over the crowd.
She was in a complete trance as Cyra leaned over and asked “do you want to get on my shoulders?”
Gypsy just nodded and the permanent smile she had on her face widened. Cyra crouched down and puts her head in between Gypsy’s legs, making sure she’s completely steady before standing up. The people in the crowd around them started to watch as they continued to be taken over by the sounds blasting from the giant amps surrounding the massive stage. Everyone’s heads almost looked like clouds as the lights continued to make patterns and everything seemed so surreal. The stage appeared to be floating and rainbow patterns, that almost looked like mandalas kept forming in sync with the music. Gypsy never wanted the moment to end. She was continuously shocked by how beautiful the world around her was. The trees around them were blossoming and butterflies were floating as they changed colors with the music. Everything was in sync and very satisfying. In that moment, all was good in the world.
Cyra crouched back down and Gypsy found her footing on the ground as she continued to be entranced by the lights. Cyra held her close and they got down and dirty to the nasty beat. Their bass faces were in full effect as their bodies moved to the rhythm and soon they felt as though they had become one.
Gypsy leaned back into Cyra and said, “I’m seriously so grateful we get to experience this together.”
Cyra felt her roll start to intensity so she held Gypsy close. The warmth reminded her to take a sip of water. It’s the most satisfying drink she’s taken and urged Gypsy to do the same. As the set started to come to an end they figured out if they wanted to stay at the same stage or go to the other one; since they were both in the mood to continue the wompy feels, they stayed for Ganja White Night.
The music continued to take them over as they danced the night away. By this point, they had both mellowed out a bit and were better able to interact with the people around them that continuously were giving them compliments on their outfits, platforms, makeup and glitter, and asked for their social medias, making them feel like celebrities. Everyone was so nice and beautiful. The energy in the crowd was so authentic and positive. Everyone was having a good time and vibing to the music that they all loved; when the final song ended and the floodlights came on to illuminate the darkness that had fallen around them, no one wanted to leave. But the best part of it all was that there were still two more days to ‘get weird’.
Cyra and Gypsy made sure they grabbed all their belongings they had set down as they wrapped their pashminas around themselves and started the long trek back to their campsite.
Ears still ringing, Cyra spotted a golf cart and said, “fuck walking, let’s just get one of those.”
Gypsy looked at Cyra and smirks, “you read my fucking mind.”
Hand in hand they walked in the direction of the golf cart, trying not to break their ankles since they were dumb enough to wear unsteady platforms on rocky, uneven ground.
They finally got dropped off, what felt like an eternity later, at their camp. Cyra pulled out the key and unlocked the car so they could change into their comfy sweats, which had been long awaited and on the back of their minds since they got onto the golf cart.
Cyra looked at Gypsy and couldn’t contain her laughter as she burst out, “bitch I’m fucking hungry and horny…I’m ‘horngry’.”
Gypsy couldn’t help but laugh and say, “same bitch, same.”
After they got changed, Gypsy washed her face and yelled at Cyra to at least take off her makeup before getting a snack and falling asleep, but Cyra never listened so Gypsy went over and physically put the makeup wipe in her hand so she’d be forced to.
“Yo, dude I know I say this every time we’re at a festival together, but this was fucking wild. Like I think this might even top the last one,” Gypsy said.
Cyra smiled, “You do say that every time but I have to agree with you on this one. It blows all the other ones out of the park, especially because there’s no drama since it’s just us.”
Gypsy nodded in agreement as she cuddled up next to Cyra on their air mattress, holding Cyra’s boob in her hand as she continued to see patterns forming to the distant music their neighbors were playing. Physically exhausted but still pretty awake from the LSD, she held Cyra close. Cyra felt basically the same way, but slightly different since her MDMA was slowly starting to wear off and she felt her eyelids getting heavy. She leaned over and gave Gypsy a kiss goodnight before completely drifting off into a blissful sleep.
Now Gypsy was laying there while Cyra began to softly snore. She hit her wax pen and the patterns she was seeing started to soften in appearance as the weed hit her and helped her wind down. She tried to focus on slowing her heart rate and breathing deeply, so she could coerce herself into a deep sleep like Cyra already had. Shortly after, her eyelids started to get heavier, the higher she felt herself get and she was finally able to drift off to sleep as the sounds of the RV parties continued on in the distance.
CHAPTER TWO
The sun was beating down on the top of the tent and the cold embrace of air from the night was long gone. Cyra felt the beads of sweat start to form on her forehead as the pile of blankets trapped her body heat. Gypsy was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the mattress, undisturbed by the sounds of fellow campers and various types of music that had bec
ome more abundant from the night before.
She got off the air mattress carefully as to not wake Gypsy. Her mouth was drier than the Sahara desert; quickly making her way to the water jug and taking a long, satisfying swig. She unzipped the tent and adjusted to the bright sunlight that was beating down. What time is it? She thought to herself as she got reoriented back to reality and looked down at her watch. 9:54 in the morning. All right, not that bad. I’ll let Gypsy sleep ’til 10:30 before waking her up.
Their neighbors were already up and making food.
“Good morning,” Cyra waved as she walked over to one of the folding chairs that was set up under her and Gypsy’s canopy, adjacent to theirs.
There was a total of four people staying at the campsite behind them. Shai, Cole, Jeffrey, and Lollie; all couples and all super nice. Shai and Cole had made a thirteen hour road trip to meet up with Jeffrey and Lollie who had to only make a four hour drive. Way better than the thirty-two hour drive Cyra and Gypsy made cross-country, but that’s besides the point. They were all there to have a good time, meet some dope people, and share their love of the same djs.
Shai was twenty-two years old with long, dark brown hair that sashayed behind her whenever she walked. Her pale skin and freckles made it appear even darker and her deep brown eyes were so enticing, they could make anyone agree to do anything. Her voice was soft though, in a nurturing and calming way; it sounded almost like a lullaby whenever she talked.
Cole, Shai’s boyfriend, was the exact opposite of her. He was twenty-five years old and had dark brown skin with short, curly, black hair. Tattoos covered most of his body and he had a very athletic build. Cole was about twice the size of Shai width-wise, but only stood a few inches taller than her. He didn’t talk too much, but when he did, his voice was deep and melodic, in a dominant, but also somewhat soft type of way.
Jeffrey was twenty-four, pale and had short, soft tousled blonde hair with a smaller physique but height to make up for it. He was the one in the group to crack jokes and was overly-friendly, but not in a creepy way. He made friends easily and was well-liked among anyone he came across. His voice was a little on higher-pitched side but he would not have been mistaken for a girl.
Lollie also known as Lolls, Jeffrey’s girlfriend, was twenty-three. She had medium length light blonde hair with natural highlights throughout it. She was about average height with curves that would make Sports Illustrated models cry. She was naturally beautiful with a personality to match. Her voice was kind of raspy but on the feminine side. Probably because her juul was as if it was glued to her hand; like it was a part of her.
“How was your first day?” Shai asked Cyra as she pulled her own chair up next to her. Cole was still sleeping in the tent and Jeffrey and Lollie were off attempting to wait in the long line for the showers.
“Wild to say the least but so much fun,” Cyra replied with a small laugh. “How was yours?”
“A lot of fun but we got tired so Cole and I came back early. We don’t get to see each other a lot since he has to stay on base and I’m stuck at home.”
“Y’all missed Excision’s two hour set?” Cyra asked in disbelief. How could anyone want to miss that? She thought to herself.
“Yeah but honestly whatever time we get to spend together is fun, even if we’re passed out in the tent super early,” Shai chuckled.
The tent started to unzip and they both looked over. Gypsy had finally awoken and emerged; she looked more disoriented than Cyra imagined she herself had looked. Gypsy looked around and it took her a minute to realize where Cyra was.
“Good morning,” Gypsy yawned with a smile as she walked over to the girls.
“Hey!” Shai said, “How was Excision?”
Gypsy’s face lit up and an even bigger smile came onto her face as the excitement in her voice raised, “OHMYGOD IT WAS AMAZING LIKE WOW I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SEE HIM HERE FOR SO LONG AND JUST WOW I’M AT A LOSS FOR WORDS BUT I’M NOT! IT WAS SO AMAZING AND AWESOME I’M SHOOK!”
Cyra and Shai both shared a laugh as Cyra stood up.
“Gypsy you want to go get in line for the showers then come back and eat?” Cyra asked.
“Yeah that sounds good. What time do we have to be ready by?” Gypsy replied.
Cyra opened her phone and looked at the lineup schedule, “The first person we want to see goes on at 4:30 so we need to be ready by 3:30 at least because I’m not sure how long the line to cross to the festival is going to be today.”
“Okay let’s go then so we’re not rushing. It’s what? Like 10:06 now? Yeah that’ll be plenty of time but we need to take pictures too,” Gypsy responded, mentally going through the checklist of everything she needed to do and how long it would realistically take.
“We’ll see you when we get back,” Gypsy and Cyra said in unison as they went to get their shower bags and change of clothes from the car before making their way to the long line for the showers.
“I’m honestly tempted to just go full wook but I wouldn’t be able to stand myself,” Gypsy proclaimed softly as she made a face of disgust, feeling the layer of dirt that had been on her since the night before.
Cyra laughed, “Yeah we need to bring a solar shower next year for sure.”
The line felt like it took an eternity but that was just because the sun was beating down on them. Without any shade for them to stand under either, the showers were about to feel amazing; the colder, the better. The portable showers were anything but the luxury Gypsy and Cyra were used to in their everyday lives but at least they had a way to get clean in the middle of nowhere.
After, they made their way back to camp. With the amount of dirt they had to walk through though, the showers were kind of pointless but at least they felt slightly cleaner than when they had woken up. They forgot to bring a full body mirror so Gypsy and Cyra had to look at themselves through the reflections of the car windows and the small personal mirrors both of them had brought.
Gypsy had long, wavy, platinum blonde hair that was almost down to her butt. Her olive skin and dark features made the blonde pop. She had small breasts but her butt made up for it and would make any person drool that she walked by. Her toned physique made it clear that she liked to workout. She loved tattoos almost as much as she loved working out. Her left arm was covered in a full sleeve and her right hip had a massive piece which accentuated her curves and muscular build.
Cyra had long, curly, jet black hair that made her freckles and icy blue eyes look that much more unique. She had some of the nicest curves anyone had ever seen. Her breasts alone looked fake when they were in fact, realer than could be. Her butt was slightly smaller than Gypsy’s but still, a force to be reckoned with. A few small tattoos scattered on her left wrist and right elbow were the only markings on her pale skin.
“Uhhh I don’t want to get ready but pictures need to be on point,” Gypsy whined as she pulled out her makeup bag and started to get set up at the table and pulled up a chair as Cyra started to get the grill ready.
“Bitch if you didn’t have a million different steps and products it wouldn’t take you so long,” Cyra laughed at Gypsy as she pulled out tortillas and shredded cheese to start making the quesadillas.
Gypsy fore passed a few steps that she would normally do because it was so hot. “I’m skipping foundation and all that shit and I’m focusing mainly on the eyes because it’s the only thing that won’t melt off later.”
“You’re saying this like it makes a huge difference to me,” Cyra sarcastically said as she flipped one of the quesadillas.
Gypsy rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying so you know why I don’t do it later when I do your makeup, all right?”
They both laughed and Gypsy quickly finished her makeup before eating and then moving on to do Cyra’s makeup, which took even less time. The girls pulled out their outfits for the day: coordinating red and black outfits that they had planned
for months.
“You guys look so cute!” Lollie squealed.
“Thanks!” Gypsy smiled.
“We try,” Cyra chuckled as she did a sarcastically dramatic hair flip.
“Could one of you actually take pictures of us?” Gypsy asked.
“Yeah! You guys are seriously the cutest,” Shai said as she walked over to them.
They stood in the open and posed for pictures as Shai got some from every angle and made sure they were satisfied before walking back to the car to change out of their platforms and put on shoes that they would actually be able to walk in.
“Do you guys want a hit or two?” Gypsy asked as she sparked up a blunt she had just rolled.
“Hell yeah! Thanks!” Jeffrey eagerly exclaimed.
“Yeah! Thanks!” Cole chimed in, sitting across from Jeffrey.
Gypsy passed the blunt over to Jeffrey after taking a few hits.
“Do either of you want a line?” Jeffrey offered as he passed the blunt to Cole.
Cyra quickly said, “I’m good! Thanks though!” As her and Gypsy laughed at the flashbacks that had come from a previous experience of her overdoing it with coke and getting sick.
But that didn’t stop Gypsy, “Sure! Thanks!” She quickly chimed as they cut her one and passed her the rolled up dollar bill.
Later, Gypsy and Cyra made their way into the festival, but Gypsy didn’t feel good. Her stomach was turning and her chest felt tight. Everything around her looked surreal and she felt as though she was in a dream. Everything started spinning and she knew she needed to lay down. They had brought a tapestry in that day so their belongings didn’t get all muddy and gross, so Gypsy spread it out on the ground and folded up her pashmina into a pillow under her head. After laying down for almost an hour, on the verge of passing out, Gypsy started snacking on pieces of ice and started to feel better.
“I think that was bad coke,” Gypsy said softly as she swallowed the ice in her mouth and sat up.
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