⇾ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈

↠ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1959

"Christ, they never stop, do they?" Paul asked Alexandria in disgust. Alexandria looked up and followed where Paul's eyes were attached to quite a bizarre scene, Guinevere and George intensely making out, George's back against the wall, his nervous hands trying to find some part of Guinevere's body to get a grip on.

Alexandria pretended to gag. "I wish you hadn't made me look over there, Paul," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Can't believe he finally grew up." Alexandria wrapped her arms around herself, not only because she was cold in the wind, but also because seeing George with such a perfectly blonde bird made her more insecure about herself than she could bloody bear.

"What're you thinking about?" Paul asked Alexandria as he noticed her face change into one of vague embarrassment. He suspected that seeing George with another girl made her feel some sort of way, though he wasn't entirely sure what that way was, really.

"About how crazy it is that I'm about to go on a date with you," Alexandria responded, putting on her strongest smile even though seeing George with Guinevere in such a way made her blood boil.

Paul's lips turned upwards in a smile. "Oh, are you? Think I may have forgotten about that," he teased.

"I hope you haven't forgotten," Alexandria answered. "Because I have already been ordered to go home so that Kathleen can doll me up." She rolled her eyes and Paul's eyes lit up, imagining how lovely Alexandria would look if she were "dolled up."

"Well, then, you'd better be on your way," Paul said with a smile. "I'll be 'round to get you at four-thirty, alright?"

Alexandria nodded. "I'll see you then, Paul," she said, leaning up to give him yet another of her friendly cheek-kisses that always left the tips of his ears turning red.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Kath, this is the most uncomfortable bloody thing you could have forced me into!" Alexandria said distastefully. "I'm supposed to walk around in this for the rest of the day?"

"Oh, Alex, don't say no before you've even looked in a mirror," Kathleen said, smoothing a hand over her swollen belly as her baby moved again, a feeling that had become much more frequent in recent days. Alex found a mirror and did take a look into it. She found herself surprised as she looked at the unfamiliar girl staring back at her.

Her long-sleeved, floral dress was green, and it fell just above her knees. She wore a pair of stockings underneath it because of the drooping fall temperatures, and there was a pair of black, shiny shoes on her feet. They were the ones that had been worn to her mother's funeral, and one glance at them made Alexandria's heartbeat quicken. She hated anything that reminded her of that awful day.