{a/n: its occured to me that I am slacking in the "listening to" and "mood" departments. Oops, sorry. Seeing as a lot of that is important to the effect of the story, I'll try to step up. I will mention that I need to be more detailed on my written accounts because its getting really hard to figure out what was written on what date, among other things.}

No one could wipe the grin off her face as the black car hurtled down the road, blending in with the night except for the blazing catty headlights. She bit her bottom lip cutely still grinning. Her body grooved to the music, moving sinuously. When she finally returned to her own home everything was still dark, thankfully. Once in the door she finished her text and pulled her boots off. She gathered her things from the counter and took them to her room where she set them on the floor at the foot of her bed. She then changed into shorts and a tank-top to sleep in, wriggling out of the tight jeans. She went down the stairs to brush her teeth, nearly skipping. On the way back up she kicked up her heels and giggled. She returned to her room and slid her knees under the covers on her bed, grabbing a reeses and her notebook and pencil. As she settled down to write, she smiled. At this rate, she would never get to sleep.
yours,
Cougar