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[ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ]
"Well... That was fun." Samara mumbles, peeking out her window and watching Lydia drive away after spending the evening with them, catching up and giving them make overs, which included a bunch of different make up looks and trying on about a hundred different outfits on.
"Wow." Kol laughs. "Don't they look colorful?"
"They look... great." Rebekah defends weakly.
"Fun?" Cassia scoffs, tugging on the frilly, puffed up sleeves of the dress Lydia had made her try on. "That was hell."
"It wasn't that bad," Samara says softly, pulling her freshly curled hair back into a ponytail and grabbing a make up wipe, ready to clean off the make up Lydia had done for her.
"Yes, it was." She insists, motioning down to her new yellow dress. "I look like a banana. And you look like that rainbow you're wearing threw up on you."
Samara frowns, looking down at her bright pink pajamas, a rainbow across her stomach. "I do not."
"Sure." She rolls her eyes, pulling open the bathroom door. "I'm going to change. Good luck cleaning up all of that." She says, gesturing to the array of colors that paint her twin's face. "It looks like you were trying out for the circus."
The blonde scoffs in offense, throwing the make up wipe at her. "No, it doesn't!"
"Whatever you say." Cass teases, grinning when Samara picks up the pack of wipes and threatens to throw them at her, too. "I'm going, I'm going!" She shouts, quickly closing the door before they could hit her.
"Don't forget to go pick up Scott!" Samara calls after her.
Cassia sighs at the reminder, checking the time to see when she had to leave, only to find that she would be late if she didn't leave right then. "Oh, well." She shrugs, texting Scott that she was going to be late before her phone on the countertop, deciding she wanted to clean herself up first.
⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱
Reading his sister's text, Scott shakes his head with a sigh. He wasn't surprised she was going to be late; he was even expecting it. Cassia was always late when she was doing something on her own and didn't have anyone to nag her about hurrying and being on time. But tonight he was hoping that she would be there when she was supposed to be, because after all the weird things he's been experiencing tonight ⏤ his bite mark disappearing and the cats freaking out whenever he came near them, he wanted nothing more than to just go home and go to sleep.
