You Can Paint Me

Chapter 43

"It's Sunday! The match day! THE BIG DAY!!" an over-excited Jisung cheered on top of his lungs, for the nth time this morning. It wasn't a secret that all of us were tired of this energetic little quokka, doing jumps and reminding us every other minute about the match. He was too overjoyed about it, something that Mia didn't approve, apparently, because her life was depenidng on today's match. She would either have to kiss Minho, or be his personal secret slave, after all. "Yes, Jisung, we know already." Mia let out a tired groan. She didn't seem to look forward to this match, but I know her better than that and I'm sure that deep down, there's a hint of excitement in her.

We came to the stadium pretty early, so we would be able to find seats on the first row. Supposedly, we requested from Felix and Minho to reserve our seats, but apparently, both of them forgot to do so. Felix being Felix, his mind travels everywhere and he forgets things and Minho, as the captain of the cheerleading team, he was busy coaching the cheerleaders. Something that made Mia the slightest bit jealous, and hard as she might, she couldn't hide it.

As Ava, Mia and I took our seats in the first row, the boys sat in the row behind us. Although, Felix, Minho, Changbin and Chan were absent from our group, the atmosphere didn't feel any less friendly and comfortable. It was rather more lively, since the oldests were out of the picture and Jisung with Jeongin were able to goof around freely, with Hyunjin ocassinaly tagging in at their little joyfull cheering and Seungmin being the most mature out of them, of course. 

"Liv, you look super cute today!" I heard the youngest, Jeongin praising me with a smiley tone. His words took me by surprise and it would be a lie, if I said that I didn't feel a tiny bit embarrassed. "What?" I coughed awkwardly and craned my neck to look behind me.

"That dress suits you so well! And- Oh my God, you've put make-up on?" his astonishment caught everyone's attention and they looked at my face, observing how I did my make up. I rarely put make-up on, so it was expected from them to stare at me with big eyes. The most weird thing though, was the fact that I wore a dress, something that never happens. It was odd enough for me to put on foundation, lots of it to be percise in hopes to hide my raccoon-like eyebags, but a dress?

I really don't know what I was thinking this morning while dressing, but something in me, with flappy wings, that annoys my stomach every time I look at a certain someone, told me to take better care of my appearence today. It was the butterflies' fault that made me doll up like this... I wanted to look and feel pretty for this day, but now, that everyone is looking at me, as if I grew another hand, I kind of regret my descision. 

From all six gazes I was getting from my friends, Mia's by far stood out. She was piercing holes on my cheek, looking me from up and down, searching for an answer. She had probably realised that something, more like a someone, was hiding behind this odd behaviour of mine. "Yeah, she's pretty, isn't she?" she narrowed her eyes, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. "Why are you so pretty, Olivia?" I nearly choked at Mia's interogating tone and my palms automatically started to sweat. 

I kind of had forgotten to tell her about what happened on Friday...

Yeah... 

It wasn't entiterly my fault, nor did I do it on purpose of course. It was only because I was too occupied texting with Chan all the time, from Friday night till late yesterady night, completely ghosting her and Ava's messages in the process... 
I couldn't help it, alright? I didn't even realise how time flew by while texting with this dillweed and when I did, it was already too late to text anyone else. Of course I will tell both Ava and Mia about the date, but now is not the right time. 

I sometimes, feel like a moth. Yeah, yeah I know that might seem like a bizaar comparison, but let me elaborate. As much as I hate to admit it, or to be percise, afraid to admit, I oddly remind myself of this small little creature. When a moth flies near the light, its wings flap rapidly and unconsciously gets closer to the light, as if it's enchanted. Despite the warmth of the light might burn it and make it fly backwards, the moth doesn't give up. As if a higher power is attracting it, that makes it start its fearless risky dancing to the light. Its wings, every time they approach very close, they become golden, invisible in a way that their fluttering resembles a heart beating fast. That's when the little moth relises, that it has fallen in love with the light...