Rae was a smart girl. In a way. She liked to think that she was well versed in being street smart - sociable, sensible, sporty. It had gotten her this far in school which she had coasted through so far. Creative Writing was something that she had agreed to do with Lauren because she thought it would pretty much be a bird course and something that the two could just simply enjoy. Not so much, apparently, as the brunette was having a little trouble getting the creative juices going.<br/><br/>It took her a little while to get started but Rae eventually fell on a plot that was running a little close to home. Taking a page out of Mr. Simon's book, she had begun writing about a girl who had fallen in love with another. There wasn't any raunchy business going on in the story, instead, it focused on the thoughts and feelings of one of them who was starting to branch out sexually. The girl wanted to discover and explore new territory but was mortified at the thought of losing the love and affection of her current love. Rae was stuck at this point when Lauren had brought herself closer to her and was reading away.<br/><br/>"Bad, I know," Rae whispered, perhaps selling herself a little short. It wasn't often that she was mushy or true and blue romantic but here, as her girlfriend was reading her story, she wondered what sort of parallels and connections she was making. "Can't say I'm short on inspiration, huh?"