Now, I really like writing these. If any of you out there have suggestions for one-shots in the future, just comment the idea, and we'll try to write it! Also, this is about my two faves because why not? They can have a secret friendship! -C
"Look at me!" I twirl around dramatically, practically falling over with the strength of them. However, it totally shows off what I'm going for right now. My light yellow skirt gently slaps against my knees as I twirl again and again. I'm too clumsy for heels, but I can wear flats and spin around in circles!
He catches me right before I face-plant. "Jesus Christ, Peggers. Don't you think you might be getting too excited about this? It's just a dance."
"Nu-uh!" I pout and cross my arms. "This is bigger than just a dance. Bigger than a school fling that everyone knows you pretend you don't go to. This is a larger than life party. To which I was invited! Me!"
He laughs and ruffles my hair, making me squeal and try and fix it. "I think everyone was invited to this party?"
"Ha! Don't make me laugh! It was just us! It's going to be great!" I pump the air excitedly, bouncing up and down.
My friend smiles serenely at me, silently laughing at my playfulness tonight. "It sounds like it has the potential to be."
"Aaron! It's just us! Feel free to share your opinions with the class!" I spread my arms to gesture around the room to the 'class'.
Aaron laughs again. "What class? It's 'just us', to quote one of my favorite actresses."
"Margarita Schuyler," I dramatically start, "is a girl who is named after alcohol but is much more than beer."
"She's a wine, if anything," Aaron comments slyly. I pretend to act offended and punch his arm, but I'm really cracking up right now.
I pause, carefully examining him. "Your tux is crooked. Where did you even get this thing? It's so lame!"
"It's a normal tux, Peggers," he laughs before tugging on my skirt. "Unlike this thing!"
"But don't I look nice?" I curtsy, spreading my skirt as wide as it goes as I dip down.
He pretends to think for a moment. "No comment."
"Jerk!" I declare loudly before skipping over to the mirror and looking over myself. My dress only goes to my knees, and its sleeves stop before my shoulders. Heck, it's not even a tank top! White tights go up my legs and over my feet, hidden by my little black flats. My chocolate brown curls are loose and framing my face, and my eyes are bright and cheerful. Even my cheeks are flushed slightly. Only mascara is on my face, no lip gloss or anything!
Aaron sneaks up behind me and flings his arm around my shoulder. He's truly wearing a generic tux. It's black and white in all the same places with shiny dress shoes. The only thing slightly different is his long black tie. I reach off and tug on it gently. "Black? Don't you have something more interesting? Like red or blue or white?"
"Now you're just listing the colors in the flag," he jokes, prodding me in the stomach. I squeal and slap his arm.
The two of us stop and stare at ourselves for a moment. It's weird for it to be only us. Nobody else. It's always somebody else. Whether it's Angelica or Eliza, Jenna or Alex...There's somebody else. It has always seemed that our friendship revolves around the lives of everybody else. That we only hang out when there is somebody around to witness it.
Aaron sighs and gently presses his arm around me. "Miss Schuyler, you are truly a sight."
"To behold? To admire? To something? I need more content, Mr. Burr," I reply sweetly.
He shrugs. "You're a sight."
"Oh, wow. A nice way to call someone ugly. Well, you know what ugly people can do?" I joke. Right as he's about to protest and complain that he was not calling me ugly, I leap upon his back. He laughs and attempts to shake me off.
I wrap one arm around his neck and the other one goes into the air. I slowly pump it upwards. "Ride, horsie, ride!"
"I'm not your horse." He successfully bucks me off. I still land gracefully on my feet though. It's not like Aaron has this huge muscle size thing. It's more like a small muscle ratio to his small bones. Yeah! That makes sense! I should really tell that to Eliza or the next person who says I'm so adorable for not being that tall.
Like, yeah, I look young. But it's not like I'm a fourteen-year-old, which most people believe me to be, in the middle of college students. Stop acting like anyone who flirts with me must be something akin to a pervert. Because, guess what? I'm seventeen! That's the age in movies where people get blown up by bombs and graduate high school and throw parties that are always outrageously not what parties are like!
Aaron has the same problem as me. Seventeen-year-olds united! We both skipped the same grade. Go figure, am I right? Clearly, our friendship was made up in the heavens, the stars aligning perfectly on two children signing papers to skip a grade.
He finally clears his throat. "Are you ready to go? Your dorm won't be empty forever, and eventually, Angelica will question where we're going all dolled up."
"And Jenna will find out and be all like, 'step off my man!'"
"And then you'll get up on your tippy toes and scream 'fight me!'"
"And then she will."
"And then you'll lose."
"And I'll come to you, crying, and be like 'Aaron! Your girlfriend is mean!' And you will just give me with little half shrug and go 'eh'. Like usual."
"I don't do that...Do I?"
"You so do."
"Eh." He half shrugs and then winks at me. I roll my eyes before placing my arm within his and practically forcing him to skip along with me. He has to take hurried steps to keep up with all of the energy practically bursting from me.
When we arrive at his car, my jaw drops. "You have got to be kidding me. This is the most generic car you could have gotten! Why don't you ever stand out?"
"And you do, Miss Schuyler?" Aaron raises an eyebrow before sliding into the driver's seat of the dull, brown car. I have to give him that, I guess.
I slowly open the door and plop down on the seat. The inside is still pretty generic. I flip down the mirror to view myself, but I'm met with a pleasant surprise. "Oh my gosh! You have pictures of us in here! That is so cute! Look, there's Eliza and Alex and John. And Hercules and Laf. And Thomas and James and Jenna. And Angelica by herself. Where am I? Hang on, where are you?"
"Don't worry. I have a picture of you. Look up."
I look up obediently, and my jaw practically drops. There, taped to the actual roof of the car, usually covered by the mirror thingy, is the picture of me in my costume. For the show, when they told me we were going to start practicing in costume! My black skirt and jacket, the glasses on my face, and the beanie covering my hair. My jaw drops. "You knew about me getting cast?"
"Peggy. I'm not an idiot. And anyway, I was asked to view them with the director who likes me for whatever reason. I hid when you came out, and good God, you have a great voice."
"Is...That an opinion, Aaron?"
"You, Miss Schuyler, are a sight to behold and the envy of all."
My eyes swell with tears, and I lunge across the seat to give him a massive hug. "And you, Mr. Burr, are one of the best people somebody can be."
