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44 | A LOVE SUCKER
IF by any odds Cassia had a time machine and would use it to tell her past self that she was one day away from going on a date with a VK her past self wouldn't believe her. Not only from the fact that the barrier was down but also that someone took an interest in her.
And a VK. Surprised? — definitely. Not because he was "bad'', but because "bad" people don't go for goody-too-shoes like her.
But that was months ago. So much had changed and it didn't feel like it, as if time had officially sprinted. Like it grabbed a lightning bolt from Zeus and used it to make the time a rapid drip. But that was forever the first semester of the year, after that, the rest would go as deliberately as a turtle in the desert. Weakening to save up their last breath for just a sip of water.
"Don't you think this would be amazing for tomorrow?" Evie brings out a light blue dress out of her closet, showing the brunette ahead of her.
"Yeah, it's cute." She nodded.
The daughter of Evil Queen had taken the time of her day to help Cassia look for something nice to wear. But most of her clothes were blue, and not that the girl was nitpicking because she herself loved blue. It was only that half of Evie's closet was royal blue, nothing was a lighter shade than that.
Well except for this dress.
"I don't think we'll find anything lighter than this." The female with blue uttered the same thoughts Cassia voiced inside her head as if she had read her mind.
"I think it's perfect." Trying to sound more convincing in her answer, the said girl stood up from her position on the bed to grab the dress. "I love it."
It was a mid-length gentle material dress. It was floaty from the lower body but from the upper, it had the structure of a corset. The sleeves a blue transparent, short, and puffed out.
"I only used it once. For that spring dinner we had remember?" The memory of the gathering popped into the head of Cassia. All the flowers and soft colors.
"Yeah, I remember." She agreed.
When the brunette walked into the room of the fashionista, she made clear how she needed to find a dress for her date. Of course, Evie already knew, but she had to play it cool and act like she didn't so she would raise any suspicion. Of course, her happiness was as original as when she found out.
"Please let me do your makeup tomorrow." The said girl practically begged.
But in fact, Cassia was already hoping to let her do it. Evie knew more about makeup than she did, so she was the first person that clouded into the mind of the brunette.
"I honestly already had it in mind." She breathed her words out, Evie smiling at the sound of this.
"Yay! I already know what I'm going to do." The face of the girl was grabbed by the milk-color hands of the blue-haired female. "You are going to look even more beautiful than you already are."
Cassia gave her a small squished smile from the way her cheeks were pinched. She felt them be released from the tight grip of the girl ahead of her, very softly. Moving them around and opening her mouth was a way of stretching out the sensation they kept.
A small strand of hair was placed behind Cassia's ear as she spotted how Evie went over to leave the dress hanging again in her closet. Only seconds later she walked over toward the bed to plop down next to the girl.
"So, how are you feeling? Are you excited?" A squeal followed her words as she took Cassia's hands on hers.
"Yeah. I am." There was no lie there, the girl was in fact nervous. "It's like... I-I don't even know what I'm going to say. I mean, do you think he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend? Are we going to kiss again? Oh my, Aslan, what if I poor food or my drink all over him and I ruin everything—"
"Hey— hey! Chill!" The rapid words of Cassia came to a stop when Evie set her hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be fine. And hey, if you guys do kiss again, even better." She winked at the girl watching her cheeks tint into a cherry red.
"Okay, okay." Maybe the idea of kissing him once more didn't sound so bad. For the feeling of his soft lips was missed by her. The soft glimmer of connection through two lips that craved each other for so long.
Cassia would be telling an untruth if she were to say no to that kiss, or if she didn't want another kiss from the pirate. Because she very much did, the feeling for one was yearning like a match waiting to be lit by its burning conflagration.
But it was exactly what this was, waiting for her match to switch the fire in her for that lingering sweet kiss.
Though of course, she wasn't the only one. Harry too wanted another kiss from the girl, his anticipation was killing his remaining focus. Only wanting for the day to come momentarily was coming to be a growing effect of desperation.
"Can you please focus here, love sucker?" The boy with green eyes voiced over toward his dear friend, who remained on cloud nine.
"I can still hear ya." Harry declared through gritted teeth as Elliot rolled his eyes at the sentence of his companion.
"Sure. Then I think I can go now, right?" From his spot on the bed, Elliot arose, all ready to exit the dorm of the pirate who was quick to interfere.
"No! I still don't know what to wear."
The boy with a bandana took in a quick sigh that filled his lungs, his head rolling back in exaggeration. "Dude, you can be wearing a trash bag and she will still be head over heels."
" 'Tis the other way around, mate." Chuckles erupted from the AK ahead of him, nodding shortly.
"I'm saying. Both of you." This only left the pirate rolling his eyes and going back to trying and find something that would get his mind at peace. "Just pick anything for the love of the Gods."
Maybe these two were taking their time to decide on a simple outfit, or more like Harry was, but both of them wanted to look great. To bear in a good impression. Regardless, in each other's eyes, they already turned out to be great, and there was no necessity to stress over something simple that didn't even matter.
For the clock was ticking short, hours were dying into minutes, and minutes into seconds.
