The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《28》

-Chandler-

Looking in the hallway mirror, I adjusted my black neck tie, tucking the shorter side behind the longer to make sure it was as neat as possible. With the dress code for the annual gala being even more harsh than what I can remember it being in high school, I had to make sure that I looked immaculate.

I turned around and walked further down the hall to take a look at the clock. "Darce, hurry up. It's five-to six." I called up the stairs.

I could just about make out her reply as being "one minute." -the distorted voice signalled that she was brushing her teeth.
After hearing the clip-clopping of high heels against the tiled floor of the bathroom transfer to quieter tapping on carpet, I stood at the bottom of the stairwell, knowing that Darcie was ready.

Once I looked up from my cufflinks, I saw Darcie begin to make her way down the stairs. Unable to contain my smile, my eyes ran over her body, from her loosely curled hair right down to the black high heels which were mostly hidden by the length of her dress.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked at me with a puzzled expression. "You look...amazing." I eventually said, folding my arms. She scrunched her face up in reply, making me chuckle a little. "So, you ready to go now?"

"Pretty much." She started. "Uh...hang on, actually. I've just gotta put this on." She said, holding up a small tube- lipstick.
Turning to the mirror, she pulled off the cap and twisted it upwards, but before she could apply it, I wrapped my hand around her wrist, pulling her arm back down.

"Before you put that on, I've just gotta-"
Placing one hand under her chin, I tilted her head upwards a little and pressed my lips against hers.
As I felt her smile through the kiss, my hand met her waist and my thumb lightly ran up and down the threads of the black and white dress, pulling her closer to me.

Pulling away slowly, I rested the tip of my nose on Darcie's and looked into her eyes. "Don't you ever try to tell me you're not beautiful, Darce." I spoke quietly, holding her hands at my sides as she circled her thumbs on my hands.

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-Darcie-

"Welcome, you two. It's great to see you both." Saffron said as we walked into the rather extravagant looking ballroom, full of people of all ages all dressed immaculately. Smiling politely, she passed both Chandler and I a glass each, full of something like champagne. Leaning in, Saffron whispered "I know you're underage, but we'll let this one slip." We laughed (awkwardly) in reply, before she excused herself.

"I know it's tricky," Chandler turned and said quietly, "but try to mingle. It'll make us look less...suspicious."

I nodded in reply, looking into the glass in my hand. Chandler took a gulp of champagne, smiling at me after, signalling with a head movement that he was going over to the small group of people chatting to the left of us. As I walked with him, I turned to the side, noticing Natalie standing alone, as if she was approaching us. Her eyes were fixed on Chandler- more specifically the glass held up to his lips as he took another sip whilst he listened to the conversation coming from the people around him.

Staying still, I noticed her then proceed to walk towards Chandler, wrapping her arm over his shoulder and greeting him when she got to him. He smiled and turned, hugging her, his eyes flashing towards me as he faced me.

Remembering to avoid becoming a target of suspicion, I walked over with a casual smile on my face as they let go of eachother. Natalie swished her perfectly straightened brunette hair, and swiftly turned with her elbows still out.
As she did so, her arm knocked the glass out of my hand, and the champagne spilt onto the front of my dress. I managed to catch the glass before it hit the ground, however I had drawn attention to myself as I gasped loudly.
Before I could do anything, Natalie had forced me over to the table where fresh glasses of champagne were kept. Chandler remained where he was, pulling an 'are you alright?' expression. I gave him a reassuring half smile, before Natalie picked up a tissue and began to wipe up any lose champagne on my dress.