Descendants Cast One-Shots

-Seeing You Clearly-

3rd person pov:

Kylie sat at her desk in English class, furiously taking notes, her eyes squinting at the blurry words on the whiteboard. She tapped her pencil nervously against the desk. The letters seemed to dance and merge together, making it nearly impossible to focus. Her glasses were in her bag, where they always stayed these days. She couldn't bring herself to wear them anymore.

She still remembered the first time someone made fun of her. "Hey, Kylie! Are those binoculars or glasses?" a boy in her class had jeered. The laughter that followed made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. From that day on, the glasses went straight into hiding.

Kylie sighed, leaning back in her chair. She couldn’t wait for the day to end. At least then, she’d get to see Malia, her girlfriend and the one bright spot in her world. Malia always had a way of making her forget her worries, even if just for a while.
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When the bell rang, Kylie quickly gathered her things and headed out into the hallway. She scanned the crowd, searching for Malia. But the blur of faces around her made it hard to tell who was who. She caught sight of someone tall with long, dark hair and smiled.

“Malia!” she called, jogging up to the figure.

The person turned around, but instead of Malia, it was a boy from her math class. He gave her a puzzled look. “Uh, hey?”

Kylie’s face burned with embarrassment. “Oh, sorry! I thought you were someone else.”

She hurried away, keeping her head down, and didn’t notice Malia leaning against the lockers a few feet away. Malia had been watching the whole interaction, her sharp eyes noticing every detail—Kylie squinting, the nervous way she shuffled, and the way she mistook someone else for her.

Malia frowned. Something wasn’t right.
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Later that day, Malia found Kylie sitting under their favorite tree in the courtyard, her head buried in a book. Kylie didn’t notice Malia approaching until she was sitting right next to her.

“Hey, Kyles,” Malia said softly.

Kylie looked up and smiled, but Malia could see the tiredness in her eyes. “Hey, Mal.”

For a moment, Malia didn’t say anything. She just watched Kylie, taking in the way her brow furrowed as she focused on the book. Malia reached over and gently plucked it out of her hands.

“Hey!” Kylie protested.

Malia raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you see me earlier?” she asked, cutting straight to the point.

Kylie blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“In the hallway. You walked right past me and called out to some random guy. You didn’t notice me standing there.” Malia’s tone wasn’t accusing—just concerned.

Kylie’s cheeks turned pink, and she looked away. “I… I didn’t see you.”

Malia tilted her head. “Why not?”

Kylie hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. Finally, she sighed and reached into her bag, pulling out a familiar black case. She opened it, revealing a pair of glasses.

“I didn’t see you because I wasn’t wearing these,” she admitted quietly.

Malia’s heart ached as she took in the defeated look on Kylie’s face. “Why don’t you wear them?”

Kylie shrugged, her voice barely above a whisper. “People make fun of me. They say I look dorky, or that my glasses are too big for my face. I just… I don’t want to give them another reason to laugh at me.”

Malia felt a surge of anger—not at Kylie, but at the people who had made her feel this way. She reached over and gently took the glasses out of Kylie’s hand.

“Put them on,” Malia said firmly.

Kylie shook her head. “No, I—”

“Please,” Malia interrupted, her tone softening. “Just for me.”

Kylie hesitated, but the look in Malia’s eyes made it impossible to say no. She took the glasses from Malia’s hand and slipped them onto her face. The world around her came into focus—the leaves on the trees, the words on the page of her book, and most importantly, Malia’s face.

“There,” Malia said with a smile. “Now you can see clearly.”

Kylie looked down, her cheeks red. “But I still look stupid.”

Malia’s expression softened, and she cupped Kylie’s face in her hands, tilting it up so their eyes met. “Kylie, you don’t look stupid. You look like you. And you’re beautiful. Do you know how many times I’ve wished you’d wear these so you wouldn’t have to strain your eyes? You don’t have to hide from anyone.”

Tears welled up in Kylie’s eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. “But what if people keep teasing me?”

“Then I’ll handle them,” Malia said with a confident smirk. “And honestly? Who cares what they think? The only opinion that matters is yours. And mine.”

Kylie laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. “You really think I look okay with them?”

Malia leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Kylie’s forehead. “You look more than okay. You look perfect. Glasses and all.”

Kylie smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. For the first time in a long time, she felt seen—not just physically, but in every way that mattered.

“Thank you, Mal,” she whispered.

“Always,” Malia replied, wrapping an arm around her. “Now, let’s go grab something to eat. And you’re keeping those glasses on.”

Kylie laughed again, this time louder, and nodded. “Okay. I promise.”

From that day forward, Kylie wore her glasses proudly. And every time she caught Malia’s adoring gaze, she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of.
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