𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 - 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘺

invitation

The last week of school. Oh, no sweeter words have ever been stringed together in a sentence quite like those ones have.

Students quickly file to their desks as the teacher silently trudges into the room. Trying to silence the inherent buzzing of side conversations throughout the room with little effort. Believe it or not, he's just as excited as the students are. "Well. I got nothin' at all. You guys just do whatever. I don't even care anymore." And with the dreary-spoken cue, every student quickly runs back and forth all over the room to find their friends. Leafy on the other hand, was not rushing to any friends she had in the room, if there were any, grabbing her sketchbook out of her bag to draw until the bell rang.

It's not like she didn't have any friends at all. That's for sure. She was more than nice to just about everyone; it's only that she isn't that close with many people. Surprisingly.

For the entirety of that class period, she worked on designs of various characters, which she'd been creating for a good while now. The characters belonging to a story she's been writing since the beginning of the year. For the longest time, it's been one of Leafy's dreams to become an author when she gets older. The thought of her writing and stories being available to anyone who comes across them has always been the kind of future she strives for.

And without any warning whatsoever, the bell rings. Alerting the students they have five minutes to scramble about their classes. Upon stepping out of the classroom, she begins to embark on her familiar journey from point A to point B. Waving to friends passing her by, fantasizing about summer break. The normal things to do. With her head in the clouds, Firey walking beside her goes unnoticed for a good while until he eventually says something. Pulling her back to earth: "So... I'm, like, having this sick-ass party on Friday...."

"Uh-huh?" Leafy immediately snaps out of it, leaving her rose colored fantasy as quickly as he even spoke the first word of that sentence. "What about it?" She asks further, walking by his side. Of course, she knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to go, and upon that, she'd tell him "sure" and to expect her to be there that Friday. It's the only thing that made the most sense. After all, he wouldn't just walk up to her to tell her about this party just for the sole purpose of talking about the party without an invitation involved with it. That makes no sense at all.

"Yeah, so, I was just wondering if you'd wanna go! Since, like, school's over by then, you know?" He puts the question to her, stumbling over his words as he does it. As if there's some sort of lingering fear attached to inviting her.

She was right.

"Oh. Uhm." She trails off a bit, trying to purposefully add some slight suspense. She knew she was going to say yes. So why not have fun with it? "Sure! I'll be there!" She decides, stopping in front of the door of her next class. "Also, what time do you want me there?"

"Ummm... Uh...." Firey racks his brain for the time he could've sworn he was aiming for. "Around eight? I dunno dude, just show up whenever."

"Nice," Leafy grins, looking down at her shoes. Looking back up, instantly snapping her head upwards doing so. "Can't wait!"

They wrap up their conversation abruptly as the minute bell rings throughout the hallways. "Shit!" Firey exclaims in reaction to the ear-splitting sound of the bell. "I gotta go; uh, see you Friday!" He shouts to her while almost running down the hallway. Leafy doing nothing but waving to him, someone who couldn't even see her waving in the first place.

Settling in, once again, to her desk. Leafy puts a lot of thought into this party. Which is quite funny; a high school party of all things is definitely something that should not have thought put into it. If any at all. She's heard about his parties before; however, hearing about all that happens on those seemingly wonderful Friday nights. But only hearing from her friends that go.

Totally changing the direction her train of thought goes in, she then thinks about how silly, almost stupid Firey looked running down that hallway. Must've been a pretty intense run.

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