Ameliorate

Prologue: The Convention

The rental car thrummed beneath Addison's hands as the late night sky flew past, palm trees silhouetted against street lights as she and Weslyn traveled towards Orlando.

Addison glanced over at Weslyn.

Weslyn was seated idly in the passenger seat as she scrolled through her phone, the street lights highlighting the gold in her hair and the black sunglasses perched on her forehead.

Addison turned her gaze back to the road and pulled off the highway.

The deceleration drew Wes's attention. "Are we there?"

"Close."

"I can't wait to fuck around in Universal with you," Wes grinned. "I convinced Casey to give me her wand, so we'll both have one."

"I still can't believe we convinced our folks to let us go ahead a day," Addison admitted.

"Well, the convention definitely helped," Wes pointed out. "I don't think they'd've let us go ahead without a real reason."

"Yeah, I don't blame them."
"Me neither."

"Why did they let us go ahead?" Addison asked, turning to look at Wes.

Weslyn shrugged. "Who knows. Or cares."

"Fair point."

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"Reservation under Amory?" Wes supplied at the front desk at the Universal Hotel.

"Yes, here you go," The receptionist murmured, pulling the keycards out and handing them over. "Enjoy your stay!"

"Thanks-" Wes cut herself off before she could say 'You too' and retreated to the car.

Once she was seated, Addy pulled into the parking lot and parked. "What cards did we get?"

"You got Men in Black, I got Simpsons."

"Sweet."

The girls retrieved their luggage and hefted their backpacks before heading to the elevators, ascending the floors and finding their shared room.

Addison walked in first and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"There's only one bed," Addison stated.

"We could, ya know, share it," Wes suggested.

Addison and Weslyn looked at each other. They burst out laughing.

"How fucking long have you been waiting to use that line on me?" Addison cackled.

"I just thought to use it."

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The next day, Addison stood in front of the mirror, shrugging on her light beige vest over her long sleeved white shirt.

Her red hair was loose down her back, white jeans tucked into silver boots as Weslyn exited the bathroom.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

Weslyn was wearing blue jeans, a white button up and a black vest.

"Can you help me with my hair?" Addison asked.

"Yep," Wes said, moving to kneel on the bed. "Sit."

"Yes, ma'am." Addy plonked down on the bed, handing over her brush and hair ties.

Weslyn brushed through her girlfriend's hair.

"You know what we neglected to think about?"
"What?"
"We're in Florida, and its summer."