dove in the clouds [crescent spin-off]

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Dove Styles

"Oh my god!" I exclaim loudly, bursting out into laughter as I see mum's expression. Smirking at me with an excited and...proud gleam in her eyes.

"What!" She replies just as loudly, throwing her hands up. She moves back to lean against my bed frame, searching through the outfit options I threw on my bed earlier.

Biting my lip in attempts to contain my laughter, I shake my head slowly, "No other mum would ask that."

Shrugging one shoulder, she smiles at me and throws the pair of jeans she's clearly settled on, "Yeah but I'm a cool mum."

I'm laughing to myself as I turn away from her and slip into the blue jeans, pulling the denim under my short robe, not exactly wanting to flash my mum of the lacey thong she just forced me to wear.

"Okay what next," I ask with my hands on my hips, looking at the array of tops to choose from on my bed.

Mum throws me a top I recognise all too well, smiling over to me, as Lila watches as the white material goes over my bra. My sister is laughing to herself as she falls back on my bed, saying to herself, "Your boobs are the accessory tonight."

Walking in front of my bed to the large mirror, I scoop my boobs up to make them sit in the top the way I desire, shrugging at myself and messing my hair up a little bit, "Think they look too much? I bought this top when I was like 14 and had no tits."

I spin around as mum motions me to, and instantly her head is shaking, "Nope, not too much. And besides, you're single, 18, and deserve to have fun. Need a condom for tonight?"

Lila is shrieking on my bed with laughter, kicking her legs up and down as mum joins in with her hysterics and my jaw drops open, "Mum! For fucks sake! You're not fucking funny!"

"I'm not kidding!" She laughs harder, falling into Lila's side as they flap around together like flailing birds, "I don't wanna be a grandma at 43!"

With blank eyes, I stare at her with an expression that tells her she's not funny with the simple look alone, sighing heavily to myself as I walk over to my jewlerry post and select a gold necklace to accessorise my neck. I pair it with the smallest of gold studs in my ears, and as always, my favourite ring that dad gave me and I've never gone a day without wearing.

It's my goodluck charm, gaurdian angel, and a reminder of how I loved I am when in moments that feeling is hard to grasp within my doubtful heart.

Just as I check over my outfit and add the green jacket over the top, adding some warmth to my bare arms as well as colour, dad makes his appearance in the doorframe to my bedroom.

He wears a light smile as he leans against the wood, taking in my outfit and look for tonight's first date with someone who isn't...well Ben. I don't want to be thinking of him tonight, or ever again, but how can I not? He was my first date, kiss, love.