I'm sitting on my porch, a romance novel in my lap, watching my skirt sway in the wind out of the corner of my eye as I read. Lois called me earlier to help me pick out and outfit, and we ended up with a navy-blue maxi skirt I didn't know I owned and a white tank top with dangerously thin straps. My sandals are silvery and so incredibly loud on our cherry wood staircase.
The loud honking of Lois's Beetle draws my attention from my book to her warm, expectant eyes, visible through the window. She waves wildly, and I let my eyes fall to Noah's playful smile in the backseat as I return the wave. I stand quickly and brush imaginary dust off the back of my skirt.
"OMG, hon, that skirt looks even cuter in person than it did in my head!" Lois exclaims with a zealous clap of her hands. "Noah, doesn't she look stunning?"
We both turn our attention to Noah, and I swear he blushes a little, just around his cheekbones and ears. But I see it, and it sends a tiny smile playing on my lips. This makes him bite his lip to contain his own smile, and then Lois is giggling softly, her lips spreading fully into an untamed smile.
"Uh, yeah, you look stunning," he says, scratching the back of his neck and flashing a smile. "I like your...skirt."
"Thanks," I manage through my laughs.
a/n: short short short (but i mean it's a short story so)
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
