𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃- 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡

𝟎𝟎𝟓

Valentina danced around her hotel room, upbeat music filling the small room. Dior sat on the bed, while the other girl got ready using her makeshift vanity. The gentle jazz of Lana del Rey's "Brooklyn Baby"  caused Valentina to twirl, portraying an elegant ballerina. 

Dior groaned, dramatically lying down and shouting at the girl.

"Hurry up!" She yelled, although her giant smile contrasted her loud tones, destroying any sign of genuine anger. 

Valentina just continued to lip sync, blending in her deep blush and ignoring any criticism. Her perfectionism often caused her to be late, but she didn't mind, as long as she looked amazing.

She slipped her navy blue converse over of her grey ruffle socks, quickly turning off her speaker and grabbing her purse. Dior stood up, grabbed her rental car keys, and headed out the wood door, Valentina following shortly behind. They rushed down to the car, when suddenly a caring text appeared on the girls phone.

charlie 💐

hey, you almost here?

yeah me and dior are on our way

sorry we took so long 😭

don't worry about it

just wanted to make sure you were still coming

it wouldn't be nearly as fun without you

thank you 🥹

i'll see you in 10

message liked by charlie 💐

"Ooh, who's texting?" Dior asked, a sneaky grin, much like the Cheshire cat, painted on her face. It was then Valentine had realized she'd been smiling while staring at her phone, swooning from Charlie's messages.

"No one." She replied, rolling her eyes with sarcasm in attempt to conceal her giddiness. 

"Sureee." She replied, teasing the girl for her lovestruck actions.

"Whatever. Just focus on driving." Valentina said, smiling brightly.

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