~𝒪𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈~
I never knew it could feel so good to be somebody's Star
John b x OC
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I sat at the counter watching the chaos of Midsummers preparation move around me like a tide I'd decided not to swim in, the noise of it pressing against my temples before I'd even had coffee.
"You're not dressed?" Wheezie stopped in the doorway, staring at my hoodie and shorts.
"I'm not going," I said.
"It's Midsummers. You've been talking about Midsummers since last year. You even have a date, remember?"
"Yes," I said. "I remember."
"Stella says she's not going," Wheezie announced to Rose as she swept through the kitchen.
"The hell she isn't." Rose didn't break stride. "Your father is being coronated as Guardian of the Knights of the Rhododendron. You're going."
"Is that today?" I said. "You've only mentioned it a million times."
Then Dad walked in, still adjusting his cufflinks, and Rose turned to him like she was filing a report.
"Your daughter says she's not going."
He exhaled. The particular exhale of a man who was already tired of this conversation and it was only eight in the morning, and I felt a small stab of guilt at being the cause of it.
"She's definitely off Topper," Wheezie offered helpfully.
"I've been off Topper," I said, too quiet for anyone but myself, the words landing heavier in my own chest than I meant them to.
"Wheezie, please. Go. Thank you very much." Dad waited until she left, then looked at me. "What's going on?"
"I just—" I turned my coffee mug, watching the liquid tilt inside it rather than his face. "I know everybody's hoping for the whole Topper thing. But he's not my splinter bean."
Dad looked at me for a moment. "I don't know exactly what that means, but it sounds to me like you should probably drop him."
"I've been trying to for months," I said, and laughed despite myself, something loosening a little in my chest at finally saying it out loud.
"Maybe just... not tonight." He sat down across from me. "Maybe you paste on a smile, you come, we have a good time. You deal with it mañana. Please?"
I looked at him — at the face that had been calling me his star since before I could remember, and felt the old, familiar pull of not wanting to disappoint him.
"Fine," I said.
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The moment I walked into my room, Sarah was already grinning with a curling iron in her hand.
"So," she said. "You and John B."
My cheeks went warm before I could stop them, heat climbing fast up my neck.
