“My desert queen, is that you?” Freja wonders aloud as she turns away from all of the lesbian porn tabs opened on her computer.
“Yes,” Arizona responds mutedly.
“Where have you been, ‘Zona? It’s past 11…why is your nose all read? Are you sick?”
“No!” Arizona snaps back.
“You haven’t been hanging out with Abbey, have you? You know the sort of things she does…”
“No, of course not, Frej, I would never do drugs, ever! Not even to lose my baby weight.”
“Then what’s wrong?” “Well…they don’t want me in the campaigns for Jil again..and it’s been hard for me. That was the one thing I had, the one slightly monumental success that I’ve had. And you and I both know I shouldn’t have even gotten it….I’ve been at Denny’s all night, crying into my Winner Winner Cheesy Dinner and talking to the homeless man that sleeps in their bathrooms at night. HE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, FREJA. Did you know that some people don’t have their photos taken when they go out in public?”
“You don’t get your photos taken when you go out in public, at least when I’m not around.”
“THAT ISN’T THE POINT, FREJA,” Arizona yelled manically.”I need to fix this world…I need to make this world better for the people! I need to end racism against Americans in Paris! I need to save all of the aliens!”
“‘Zona, you’re starting to scare me….you’re starting to sound like Charlotte Free. Did you take too much cold medicine?”
It did indeed turn out that Arizona had taken too much cold medicine.
****NOTE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION****