After school, I waited for this Max guy. Ivy was also there, but perched in a tree, foliage covering her.
He smiled at me as he sauntered up to me.
"Hey Ivy. I'm here... I guess Rachel told you I have a crush on you?"
"Yeah... But Max..." I said flirtatiously. We could be whatever we wanted to be. I turned flirtatious and that became my personality.
"Well, Rachel was talking to ME, Lily. I'm Lily. But... Y'know, Ivy likes this other guy," of course she didn't like someone. "But... I've always thought you were really cute... So if its okay, would you like to go out with me instead?"
Max's facial expression didn't change from conceited one little bit, only adding on his obvious smugness that he had conquered one of the Micalbie twins.
"Sure, sure Lily. I'd be fine with either of you two gorgeous girls." He winked and leaned in to kiss me. I quickly jumped back and called out to Ivy.
"Hey Ivy! He said he'd actually be fine with either of us!!"
Max's expression turned from conceited and smug to absolutely horrified and confused, as Ivy leapt off the tree with a smugger look than what Max had originally had. She stood next to me, so shoulder to shoulder, with the exact same expression on our pretty faces. We were one.
"Wha-what..."
"Max you're a little bastard. How can you e fine with EITHER of us?"
"You girls are fucking devils!!" He cried, embarrassed, upset, and still slightly horrified.
"No... You're the devil." said Ivy.
"Yeah. It's like telling two girls you don't care between them or their best friend. Not that we care about you: we didn't know who you were until today to be honest. But seriously... You think you could ever get away with that?" I continued. He stumbled away. Ivy and I laughed, out loud. We were devils really, but we were just fine. We wouldn't risk loosing a single thing we had now, even if we weren't absolutely happy. It's a bit like Cinderella: even if our dress isn't as pretty as it could be, we're not going to make it better if there's a chance it would turn into a pumpkin.
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