𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺 || 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

Wicked Witch of the Northwest, or is she?

Fallon made her way down to the local store to meet up with Sarah.
'Is this a trap?' She thought. It couldn't be. Could it? She got to Jeff's a little earlier than expected, about five minutes earlier to be exact, but luckily for her, Sarah was already there. She flew down on her broom.
"Hey sweetie." She said, seductively. She rested her cheek against her broom and shot a loving smile towards Fallon, making her blush.
"Hey," Fallon replied, trying to hide her face from Sarah. "What was the letter about?" She asked. Sarah sat up. "Why, don't you like my writing?" Sarah joked, earning a chuckle from Fallon. "In all honesty, I think you're.." Sarah started. Fallon was intrigued, and didn't notice her eyebrow rising slightly. "Interesting." Sarah finished. Not the word that Fallon was expecting, but interesting could mean anything.
"What does that mean?" Fallon asked, walking past the store, Sarah following on her broom. It was around eleven P.M, so nobody was around the store of all places.
"You'll find out soon. Or you won't. Depending on what you decide." Sarah said. She had flown in front of Fallon so that she was facing her, and started making her broom fly backwards. "Hey, wait!" Fallon yelled, and started running after her.
'I'm seriously running after a dead witch.' Fallon thought, her thoughts laughing, her face serious. What if she got caught? Killed? Evaporated? Why did Fallon care?
Fallon slowed down, and then stopped. "Sarah!" She called out, then let out a sigh.
"Hey beautiful." Sarah said, leaning on her broom behind Fallon, arms folded across the stick. Fallon jumped, holding her hand on her chest. "Jesus, Sarah." She said, then put her hand on her forehead, then back on her chest again.
"What, were you worried about me?" Sarah said, grinning. She caressed Fallon face with her silky smooth skin, and long, mauve-painted fingernails.
"Sarah!" Mary called from the distance, invisible to Sarah and Fallon.
"Oops, I have to go. See you soon." Sarah leaned in and kissed Fallon on the cheek, causing - yet again - Fallon to blush. Sarah chuckled, and then flew away into the darkness.
'Okay,' Fallon thought. "I like Sarah Sanderson." She admitted aloud, and walked into the store to buy something, anything to prove to her mother she wasn't out falling for dead witches, as if she'd know anyway. She returned home and lay on her bed. One more time, she admitted, "I like Sarah goddamn Sanderson. Damn it!" She whisper-shouted, knocking the lamp off, before turning to her side and falling asleep, arms crossed.

Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, ty for 1k reads!! <3
Word Count: 451 :)