FREJA AND ARIZONA ARE FUCKING

    Sitting in the hair chair, Freja happily listened to the message that Arizona had recorded and uploaded to her custom orange ipod Touch. Arizona’s message was mostly about, “warm naked bodies sliding across each other with careful, trembling strokes,” but there was a small section on Arizona’s opinion of the Lil Wayne CD Freja made her listen to. “Wait, so what does the ‘F’ stand for? Wayne seems indecisive about it,” Arizona’s message questioned, then abruptly stopped.

    Freja looked down at her ipod touch. The battery was dead.

    “No. No. No,” Freja repeated as her hair was being fixed.

    She needed to hear Arizona’s voice.

    She required Arizona’s voice.

    With no other options and no charger, Freja put the dead ipod touch up her her ear and stared blankly off into space, waiting for a voice that would never arrive.

   “Pretty sure you’ve always wanted to see me naked,”Freja said to Arizona.

    Arizona nodded enthusiastically.

    “Well…” Freja purred, “I’m feeling pretty adventurous today so go to frejarizona(dot)com (switch [dot] with .) then sign up and find my profile under the username ‘lolsummer69’.”

    “Where did LOLsummer69 come from?” Arizona asked.

    “It came from us 69ing all summer long, remember?”

    “Of course I remember,” Arizona said and then she went back to 69ing with Freja because she had temporarily been distracted from the task.

     “I hid my face in the pictures. but I want you to guess who I am and then hit me up on Facebook lol. Good luck,” Freja said.

      This felt like a very personal message, meant for only Arizona, so she cherished it like a diamond.

   “Shooting with Terry is so awkward, why does he have to take off all of his clothes again?” 

   “Shh, my desert queen,” whispered Freja, stroking Arizona’s chesnut hair. “It’s just part of his creative process, I guess. And preferbly with a male or female’s mouth touching his genitals. It’s okay, even Wixsen has shot with Terry.”

   “Yeah, but it seems really easy to trick Wixson,” Arizona responded.

   “Oh, totally. He probably told her it was a carrot she had to be gentle with,” Freja says giggling, but her smile soon falls.

   There’s an awkward silence then both lovers echo “Ew.”

   “Arizona, my desert queen, I wrote you a song,” Freja says, picking up her guitar.
   “I didn’t know you write songs!” Arizona responds, excited.
   “I do. Lyrics are very important to me and as I was eating those strawberries out of your vagina this morning, I was inspired to write this song about you.”
   “Sing it now, please,” Arizona begs.
    “Well, alright,” Freja says modestly, even though she planned on singing it even if Arizona didn’t ask her to.

Freja’s delicate fingers begin playing the guitar and she starts singing;
                 “So baby come to me
                  Show me who you are
                  Sweet to me
                  Like sugar to my heart
                  I’m cravin’ for you

                  I’m missin’ you like candy…”

  Freja segued into a talking part of her song and says;

                  “You know who you are
                  Your love’s as sweet as candy.
                  I’ll be forever yours
                  Love always, Mandy”

   Then Freja played a couple more cords and finished the song.

   “What do you think?” Freja asks, wide eyed.
   “It’s, um, good. Thank you for making it…but… um, those were just the lyrics to Mandy Moore’s song, ‘Candy’.”
   “No way,” Freja says, kicking herself for only knowing the lyrics to ‘Candy’ and LFO’s ‘Summer Girls’. Freja certainly couldn’t have convinced Arizona ‘Summer Girls’ was about her. Arizona was  above booking an Abercrombie & Fitch shoot and she loves Chinese food.
   “Those definitely are the lyrics, you even ended it with, ‘love always, Mandy’. You didn’t even change the name to Freja.”
   “Mandy is your pet name for me.”
   “It’s not though,” Arizona points out.
   “You’re right, what am I saying? I meant that it’s my pet name for you,” Freja says then puts the guitar down. She walks over and sits next to Arizona, then whispers, “I love you, Mandy.”
   “I love you too… Mandy?” Arizona said, confused, but proud that Freja was able to do such a great Mandy Moore cover.

   Everything went black.

   Freja called out, “Arizona?”

   “Yes, my Denmarkian queen,” Arizona responded.

   “Did you forget to pay the electric bill?” Freja asked delicately, without an edge in her voice.

   “I didn’t forget! I just didn’t pay it because we can use the sparks from our relationship to light up the house!” Arizona said.

   “Aw. That’s really cute, AZ,” Freja said, then added, “No, but for serious, I can’t find my bra so we need real electricity.”

“Abbey, come look at these pics of my new girlfriend,” Freja said.

Abbey pretended to look at the pictures of Arizona, but she was too distracted by the fact that Ozzy Osbourne was standing uncomfortably close to Freja.

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“You shouldn’t smoke,” Arizona said in a quiet voice as she looked at the lighter in Freja’s hand.

“And you shouldn’t have booked Jil Sander,” Freja responded, then lit the cigarette.

No one tells Freja what to do, not even the love of her life.

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Freja carries a lock of Arizona’s hair around for good luck.

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