A Better Boyfriend (GirlxGirl)

Eight- Destiny

"Scarlet, get off the bed," I said, with a small smile.

Scarlet did as I said and came to stand beside me.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted.

"Just sway to the music," I said. "Like, close your eyes and feel it."

Scarlet took a moment to consider my words, and then she started to dance.

As Scarlet and I danced together, I found myself in a moment that I believed the universe must have planned. How was it possible for me to go from feeling so sad to so happy in a few days' time? Oh yeah. I had Scarlet. That was how that was possible.

"England isn't so bad," I said.

"No?" Scarlet asked, opening her eyes for a moment. She stopped dancing.

"Keep dancing. And no, it's not. You're here."

"I make it better?" she asked.

"Don't pretend like you don't already know how much better you make my life, Scarlet," I said simply.

Scarlet smiled at that comment, a great, dazzling, genuine smile. God. She needed to do that more often.

Honestly, though, Scarlet being here was a benefit, plus, England had temperate climates. I wasn't sure I'd survive somewhere like Australia.

Scarlet's almond hazel eyes met my blue ones and they warmed slightly, like melting honey.

"Do you wear contacts still?" I asked her.

"I got laser eye surgery last month," she said.

"You did?! You didn't tell me that," I replied. "Isn't that crazy expensive?"

She nodded.

"I'd been saving," Scarlet admitted.

I had never had to wear glasses. Fortunately. Though I think I'd definitely pull them off. I'd be like Harleen Quinzel when she worked at Arkham Asylum.

Scarlet smiled a shy smile, and a small dimple became evident in her left cheek.

"I admire your willpower. I'm not good at saving," I admitted, though I did try my best. I always ended up spending my money on clothes or makeup or something like that. Hey, you couldn't buy a good first impression...or maybe you could. I began to run my finger over the scar on my arm. I had got it from my cat years ago. The cat wasn't with us anymore, unfortunately, but the scar was a constant reminder of her former presence in our lives.

Scarlet moved her hair over her ears. She had always been insecure about them because they were pointed like elves. I had pointed out to her many, many times that this was no reason to be insecure. It was something to take pride in. It was awesome. At least, the Lord of the Rings nerd in me thought as much.

Logically, there was no way that Scarlet could ever look bad. It wasn't possible. It would go against the very laws of the universe, because she looked flawless no matter what.

God...I was thinking too much on all of this. I really needed to stop myself before I ran away with all of my thoughts.

"You still working on that study for work?" Scarlet asked, breaking me out of my thoughts for a moment.

"Of course, I am. You know me," I said. I worked hard, or hardly worked. That entirely depended on my mood for the day, though most of the time it was the former of the two. I was no slacker and I liked that about myself.

Scarlet's eyes roamed the walls of my room, as she gazed upon the drawings I had framed and placed around my room.

"You're so damn talented," she said.

"Says you," I countered. "You seem as though there's something on your mind," I said. I had always been pretty observant. I supposed that kind of came in handy with the drawing thing.

"I'm just... I should probably get back to Chase quite early tomorrow," Scarlet said.

I felt my eyebrows crease together then, without any permission from me. How dare they.

"I don't want him to be worrying," she added.

My eyes were wide open now.

"He won't be," I said. "Just text him and say you're hanging out with me."

Scarlet nodded, as though she hadn't thought of that. In fact, she hadn't texted Chase the entire time that she had been with me, which I kind of took some satisfaction from, no matter how ridiculous that may have been.

"I'll look out for you. You know me," I smiled.

"If a burglar shows up, we'll knock him flat out," she said, mirroring my expression.

"Precisely," I replied, and I felt my own smile grow. That's the thing about kindness, it sort of catches, and Scarlet had always inspired me to be a kinder person.

Scarlet seemed to phase out, then, as she looked back towards one of my drawings.

"Hey, Scarlet, are you alright?" I asked her.

She turned to me with an expression of curiosity.

"You're doing that thing where you travel to another planet mid-conversation again," I said. She knew I was teasing her. At least, I hoped she did. I didn't want her to think that I was being rude or something.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. You really should get some of your work sold or placed in a gallery, Dest. You're so talented," Scarlet said with a friendly smile.

"I might just do some illustrations for a book, and you better not have forgotten our plans to write one, one day!" I reminded her.

"I may be forgetful, but I could never do that," Scarlet assured me. "You know, Chase sometimes says the whole writing thing isn't a proper career but... I'm stubborn. I'm going to continue with it."

I shook my head at that statement. What an idiotic thing for him to say.

"Scarlet, he's completely wrong," I said.

"Maybe," she said.

"No maybe about it," I replied abruptly.

The corner of Scarlet's mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Thank you for believing in me," she said.

"Always," I replied.

We would always have each other, if nothing else.