Lucky In Love- A Sam and Luna Fanfic

Lucky In Love - Story 3, Chapter 32

I'm not sure if I've posted this drawing already, but if I have... it's worth posting again! I was looking back at all of the drawings my wonderful partner @JayJay_1985 (@tlhsullyofficialrevised on Instagram) made, and laughed at how amusing this particular one is.  Alex's aesthetic is definitely arcade carpet /j

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LUNA'S POV

Today's the big day.

We didn't have much time to practice today, what with school in the morning and then outfit preparations for the Royal Rumble in the afternoon.

Even if we did have time, would we really practice? Knowing us, we'd likely get distracted. Besides, we're all feeling pretty prepared. Let's just hope that our other classmates are as well.

Mazzy invited the four of us over to her house to prepare for the performance. Her mother was supportive of the idea, yet very stubborn that we don't leave behind any mess. We reassured her that we'd clean up after ourselves.

I bring my favorite purple dress, which is tucked in my large backpack, which is also crammed full of makeup and jewelry.

Mazzy, positively beaming upon seeing me on her doorstep, invites me inside. Everyone else is already here. Sully and Alex, of course, came as one, and Sam has never been late a day in her life, it seems. She's either on time or five minutes early, which is something I can admire about her. I'm rather the opposite, yet I like to blame it on the fact that I have ten siblings that all need to be accounted for.

"I was thinking of doing a run-way sort of thing." Mazzy is stating as I place my bag on the plush couch. "We can each present our outfits to each other and then we can do each other's makeup. I'm happy to be one of the cosmetologists; I have a passion for applying makeup."

The remaining four of us nod. Though we've never truly seen Mazzy's eyes under her bangs, her plum lipstick is enough to tell us that she enjoys experimenting with cosmetics. I can't help but wonder if she applies eyeshadow under that thick layer of bangs.

Sam is ushered into the changing room first, and she submits to the peer pressure. Really though, it wasn't much peer pressure, but rather a raucous and energized "go Sam!" that caused the blonde girl to visibly blush in flattery.

Beyond excited to see my girlfriend in her outfit, I suppress a large smile.

I have to wait till she exits to truly get excited, I scold myself.

There's a brief rustle from the other side of the bathroom door, and then it slowly opens to reveal, what I must say, is the prettiest sight I've ever witnessed.

My girlfriend steps into view. Her short, light blue dress brings out her eyes and accentuates the teal streak in her hair. She is practically glowing, though there's very little natural light that would cause such a phenomena, so I'm only able to deduce that it's Sam herself that's glowing. She looks incredibly happy.

If Sam is happy, then the rest of us are purely overjoyed. Upon seeing Sam in her dress, a couple of us bounce around, wide grins on our faces as we compliment Sam on every little detail. By the time we've finished, Sam's red face is popping more than the blue of her dress. The smile that frames her face, however, is unmistakable.

It's Mazzy's turn. She enters the bathroom, and she takes slightly longer than Sam to get ready. We all wait with baited breath as the door finally opens to admit Mazzy. Our faces simultaneously light up, as though we choreographed our reaction. I hear Alex whistle loudly and Sully jolts at the noise. As startled as he was though, his expression quickly returns to that of a smile as he looks back at Mazzy.