The Silent ~ l.h

16//Mesmerising

"So, a dance routine? With, like, gestures?" I questioned Leigh-Anne.

"Yes, that's the idea. I think it'd be more suited to be called it a pantomime, except more..."

"Dance-y?" I supplied, chuckling.

"You could say that," she said, her eyes twinkling.

It was a pretty nice day out, although it had drizzled a bit the previous night. It was slightly chilly, hence Leigh-Anne and my attires were consisted of leggings, a sweater, and boots. (A/N- I have zero, if not negative, fashion sense. Please don't judge, since I have no idea if it looks good or not. And, tbh, I don't care how the outfit looks, and neither does Becca.)

"So, who all are going to be watching the play?" I asked her.

"All the students of the school, and everyone who wishes to. We're planning to start selling tickets soon. Don't worry, Rory gets two tickets for her family, and I can give you one as well," she spoke, packing the things up.

We'd spent an hour planning out the play, and I'd choreographed half the routing already.

It was still early out. It was actually my turn to drop Rory at school. Rose and I alternated as the chauffeur every two weeks. But mum had an appointment along the same path she had to drive. So she offered to drop Rory to school.

"Well, school starts in another 5 minutes. Do you want to stay here till Rory shows up?" She asked me.

"Uhm, yeah. Sure. To see Rory."

If Rory's name started with an 'L' and ended with an 'E'.

>>>>>>>

My pass-time at the moment of picking at the peeling paint on the walls was interrupted by a small creature hurling and attaching itself to my legs.

Laughing, I kneeled down on one leg to reach Rory's height.

Ruffling her hair, I smiled at her as she continued to tell me how nice it was that I was 'friends' with 'fairy'.

Speaking of the mythical creature himself, I felt a pair of arms envelop me from behind. Even if it was pitch-black dark, I'd know that it was Luke.

Call me creepy all you want, but Luke just... Feels different. I feel warm and fuzzy all over when he's nearby. He smells like cinnamon, mixed with a hit of a deodorant that I couldn't place. A very questionable combination of fragrances, I agree. But he smelt like heaven.

Rory jumped in joy and hugged the two of us. Luke was now hugging me from behind, and Rory had spread her tiny little arms so as to hug both of us.

Finally, I pushed them both off me. Leigh-Anne was calling all the students up to the front. I pecked Luke's cheek once before he did the same to me. Rory demanded for a kiss as well.

When Leigh-Anne caught me eye, she wiggled her eyebrows and winked at me. No doubt she was talking about Luke. Oh god.

When the two were gone, I decided to just roam around for a while.

I sat under the tree where Luke and I had first met. Leaning against the bark of the tree, I sighed. The sight in the sky was beautiful, too.

Everything was going great, until my phone rang. It was Cooper calling.

"Hell-"

"Oh my god, holy cow. You have no idea what happened. Oh my god oh my god oh my-"

"Cooper, will you please calm the frick down and tell me what's wrong?"