Everett
The event is taking place at the square, with thousands of people attending.
I'm reading the speech Winslow made in front of these people. They applaud when I finish and give the sign for the fun to start. Well, the fun for them, not for me. It's been three years since I actually had fun in this event. Ever since Enzo died, I wasn't interested in having fun anyway.
"What's wrong?" Her voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn to her,
"What do you mean?"
"You seem off." She walks next to me and I roll my eyes.
"Worrying about me, Winnie?" I grin and she stops walking, making me turn around.
"Pft, did you not realise you said the world 'fun' on stage like it was the most miserable and boring word out there?" She crosses her hands and that makes me notice her outfit. She's wearing a cropped white shirt in which her breasts look so full, almost on purpose, and a black formal skirt wich really shows off her slim waist. God damn it she's so beautiful.
But jeez, she's going to get cold.
But then again, why would I care.
"I think I say your name like that every day." I look back into her eyes and she parts her lips in annoyance.
"It would be better if you didn't say it at all, hm?"
It would be better for you to scream mine hm?
What is wrong with me.
I turn away because I'm definitely going crazy and keep walking. I find an empty chair and sit down.
"Hey, there isn't a seat for me!" She frowns and I smile,
"Thank God." I grin.
"You jerk, I'm gonna get some pop corn."
"Bri-"
"I'm not bringing you anything." I can hear the sass in her tone and I smile to myself. I turn to the woman next to me, who is probably older than my grandmother and try to get her attention.
"Miss, could you please move a seat?" She doesn't hear me so I repeat and she turns to me,
"You should respect older people." I sigh and look at my other side. There's a blondie that's mentality undressing me but honestly I couldn't care less,
"Can you find another seat?"
"Of course I can give you my numbe-wait what?"
"Find another seat." This time it's not a question.
She scrunches her nose and curse me as she stands up and leaves.
Winslow comes back with a giant pack of popcorn and looks at the empty now seat, "Where's the blondie?" She speaks with her mouth full and I bit back a smile.
"She left."
"Oh that's a shame, now you'll be able to steal my popcorn," she pouts and sits down, "But that won't be a problem since you have your own." She brings me the smallest pack she could possibly find from behind her back and hands it to me, smiling brightly.
I try not to laugh but I can't really help it she's so damn cute. But no, I'm supposed to hate her. And I do.
I reallyyy do.
So so much.
Because she makes me laugh and I'm not like this. I don't laugh, I don't joke, I don't have friends, I don't like people, I don't force people to change seats just so she can seat next to me.
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The Enchanted Ones
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