"Whoa what, like 'whoa they aren't gonna believe me anymore' or like 'whoa this is really pretty?'"
There's silence while he blankly stares at me.
"Carlos? I need an answer or else I'm gonna start freaking out again."
"Why are you so worried about clothes?"
"Because, if I look like Auradon, they're gonna think I came from there, then they're gonna tell everybody, and they'll find out that you knew and something's gonna happen to you and..."
"Claire!"
"Yeah? Sorry, rambling again. So, how do I look?"
"Perfect. You always do."
"What?"
"Nothing. You look great." That's weird.
"Thanks, C. You're the best." Right now, Carlos and I are in Evie's shop and he's my deciding vote. Mal, Evie, and Jay all left since they thought me and Carlos needed some 'Alone-Time'. Whatever that means. Mal even says we have chemistry.
Since Evie's always making my clothes, I decided to make my own. Turns out I'm really good at it. I made a crimson-purple dress with a flowery purse, and bracelets but Evie made my shoes. Even though I clearly told her I have formal sneakers. She insisted.
I was worried that they wouldn't believe me because I was so used to Auradonian clothes, I'd make some on accident and look like I didn't belong. "Hey, Claire?"
"Yeah C?"
"What shoes are you gonna wear?"
"My sneakers, duh."
"You can't wear your sneakers for this kind of thing!"
"Why not? We're on the Isle, aren't we? No one's ever formal here. Besides, it's not like you're gonna tell them my secret."
"What if I do?"
"C, you wouldn't."
"Oh, yes I would."
"They're my formal sneaks C, come on!"
"Okay. I won't tell if you give me something."
"Anything for you not to tell."
"A kiss."
"Say WHAT now?"
"A kiss. Unless you want me to tell them. You have five seconds to decide. 1.. 2... JAY!!"
"Okay, okay, fine Carlos, jeez."
"Thank you."
"So... when exactly is this kiss thi-" I was cut off by Carlos grabbing my waist and smashing his lips against mine. I don't know why, but I felt something between us. No, No, No, you can't feel something with Carlos, he's your best friend. I thought all of this, but I found myself kissing back.
"Sup Carlos, I heard you... Whoa."
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These are her "formal" sneakers
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