1989's POV
"What have you been doing for so long?" I asked as Midnights finally came down the stairs, dressed in dark jeans and a mahogany sweater, her hair falling in loose, slightly waved curls.
She looked effortlessly perfect...well like always, but today there was something off about her, something I couldn't quite figure out. Her gaze met mine, and I caught the faintest glint of amusement in her eyes.
"Missed me already?" she teased, her crimson lips curling into a smirk.
Before I could respond, we were interrupted by the sharp sound of Lucy's voice who entered the large hall. Her elegant high heel shoes made a distinctive sound that echoed and sent shivers down my spine as she walked towards us.
"Ladies, where exactly are you going?" she asked, her gaze flickering from me to Midnights, who was leaning against the banister, doing something on her phone, unfazed.
"Wherever" Midnights replied without taking her eyes off her phone screen, her grandmother rolled her eyes and I could feel the tension rising.
"I planned dinner at 6pm, I hope you'll be on time" she added lucidly, her gaze moved to me again.
"Of course, we will ma'am" I nodded, smiling slightly, her facial expression didn't change even for a moment, she looked at me with the same coldness as always.
Mrs. Sparks glanced at Midnights, but she didn't seem to notice. I frowned, wondering what was going on. With each passing second the air became heavier and heavier
"Great, take your coats and I would also recommend umbrellas" before she could finish her sentence Midnights seemingly unfazed, stepped down the final stair and headed for the door.
I glanced at Lucy then at Midnights, confused.
"You can go" she clutched the string of pearls that hung around her neck, sighing almost imperceptibly.
"Right, have a nice day Mrs. Sparks" I smiled nervously. I swear that for a moment I saw something different in her eyes, like a little softness, but it disappeared as quickly as I noticed it.
"Just don't be late, 1989" her gaze was burning holes into me, I nooded and headed as quickly as possible in the direction where Midnights had gone.
I found her standing in front of the mirror in a dark coat, looking at herself. I quickly threw on my coat, not wanting her to wait any longer, grabbed my bag and headed for the door but Midnights didn't even move.
"Mid, everything's alright?" I asked looking at her face with concern, she looked... normal.
"Yes, let's go" she replied as if snapped out of a trance and quickly left the house with me.
The streets of New York's Upper East Side were a symphony of hustle and elegance as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. It was an early afternoon, the air was brisk, carrying the scent of autumn leaves mixed with the ever-present undertone of city life and the hum of distant conversations.
Midnights walked ahead with a steady pace, her steps quick but not rushed, effortlessly blending into the rhythm of the city as if she were part of its very fabric. There was a quiet elegance in her movement, yet a subtle detachment in her demeanor, as if her mind was miles away, disconnected from the world around her.
"So, where are we going?" I asked, quickening my pace to walk beside her, trying to bridge the strange distance that had settled between us.
"Where do you want to go?" she replied, her voice soft, almost uninterested.
YOU ARE READING
wildest dreams- 198nights
Fanfic1989 has always been quiet and tried not to stand out or cause problems. Midnights is the complete opposite, she is popular, loud and has tons of friends, on top of that she often gets into trouble. Could there be anything that these two girls have...
