Larsadie

~T-H-I-R-T-Y~

Sadie POV

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 Lars finally shuts the door behind him, and has a smug smile on his face. His hair is almost layered in hair gel. His outfit is a loose tux and black tie, and has formal shoes on.

   "Nice shoes." I comment, making him smirk, with a soft blush. As we walk. I can hear faint rave music. Lars grips my hand, and I do the same, but he suddenly stops.

"You're wearing that ring?" I nod slowly, and he responds while letting go of my hand, then stuffing his hands in his pants pockets.

   "Why is that kid giving you this junk?" Arching my eyebrow, I look at him,

  "What? You jealous?" Lars face goes slight pink,

 "No!? What- ugh, no way." I giggle softly and his face darkens. As we continue to walk, Lars finally loosens up a bit, and we continue to just chat, and I hold his hand again. Suddenly, and he barely glances at my hand when his eyes go wide,

  "Why is it red?" My eyes stare at it, and I bite my bottom lip.

 Why is it red?!

 Chuckling nervously, I take my hand back and say,

"N-No clue!" Lars only shrugs, and we continue walking. As we do, Lars trys his best to keep his face hidden, like he has been. After awhile, we both make it over a hill, and see the building up ahead, and a bunch of people are already there.

 "Sweet!" Lars yells, and starts to run, but I stop dead in my tracks. Half way down the hill, Lars stops, and runs back to me.

"C-Come on." He says to me, breathless already. Looking down at my bare legs, I blush and grip mydress.

 "I'm not sure about this Lars."

"Come on P2, you look great!" He says, trying to boost my spirit, but it barely does anything to me. He groans softly and I look at him.

 "I just don't feel comfortable is all Lars." He places his hands on my shoulders,

"So do I. Just come on." His eyes stare into mine, and I feel slight goosebumps.

"Fine-" Right when I speak, he sweeps me off my feet, and caries me as he runs down the hill. As I hold onto him, my hand starts to hurt, tightening my finger where the ring is. When Lars places me down, and we walk the rest of the way to the party, I try to tug it off; but nothing happens.

 What the

 why won't it come off!

"Hey Sadie?" I look up at Lars, and he's stepped inside the building, and I'm still on the beach. Slowly, he holds his hand out. Looking at him, I get a weird feeling, like it might be the last time this can happen. So, I grab his hand, and hold it tight. He helps me in, and we both look around. Dozens of teenagers from around Beach City are here; Ronaldo, Jenny, Sour Cream, Buck Dewey, and other teens I don't know. Lars suddenly groans as he spots Steven with Connie. The both of them are just running around laughing; having fun like kids should be doing.

"Don't sweat it Lars." I say as we make it to the snack area.

"Nothing can ruin this night." I tell him, making him grin slightly.

 Well that's what I'm hoping.

  After a few rave dancing songs are played, and some sweaty people hog the food from me and Lars, I keep hearing the stupid things I heard earlier repeat over and over in my mind,