Oh, darling, you look beautiful!" Amelia exclaimed, rushing forward to give her step-daughter a good look.
Dressed in a navy blue dress that hugged her torso before falling into cascades of dark tulle down to her ankles, the off-the-shoulder dress was kind of what she dreamed of wearing to prom or something.
Lydia blushed before shrugging. "I try." Then, she gave her stepmother a once over and grinned. "You look stunning, as usual."
"Thanks, darling, I-" she was cut off by the doorbell ringing. "Oh, it must be your date!" she shrieked at the teenager.
The blonde girl rolled her eyes. "He's just a friend, Ames," she clarified, waving her hand dismissively as she walked over to the front door. However, she couldn't dampen her excitement at the prospect of seeing George all dressed up.
And to say that she wasn't let down would be an understatement.
"Hey, G, you-" the blue-eyed teenager paused, staring at him with wide eyes. "You look brilliant."
And he did. He was dressed in a grey suit with a baby blue button-up and a navy tie that matched her dress - she had texted him to co-ordinate earlier - a silk scarf tucked in his breast pocket.
"Do you think so? I don't know, it's a bit small, I got it about a year ago for a wedding, it doesn't quite-" he began to ramble, averting his gaze from Lydia, but she cut him off.
"Stop. It looks great."
He blushed, looking at his feet. "So do you."
Suddenly, they heard a voice from over Lydia's shoulder. "Wow," Amelia muttered, "I would ship you pretty hard if you didn't look so much like you could be siblings."
It was true; with their blonde hair of identical shades, defined jawlines and blue eyes, although George's were more watery whereas Lydia's were a piercing colour.
Lydia felt all the blood in her entire body rise up her cheeks, but George just laughed, swinging an arm around her shoulder. "Shipping us would be pretty weird, especially because we basically are siblings, and the other two in the band fancy her massively."
We are?, she thought, furrowing her eyebrows, they do?
Amelia nodded slowly. "Right. Okay, well shall we go? Lyd, your dad will meet us there."
***
"Woah, this is proper fancy," George whispered in awe as they entered the ballroom where the gala dinner was being held, "I don't belong here."
He stared around the room, taking it in; polished timber floors, floral arrangements on every table, beautiful people in ballgowns and suits twirling around - all illuminated by a collection of little lamps along the walls as well as one giant crystal chandelier hanging from the domed ceiling lined with ornate detailing.
"Yeah, it never gets old." Lydia replied, squeezing his hand to reassure him. "And you belong here just as much as I do."
He shot her a grateful look, before she continues, "Which is, not at all. So don't get used to it, it'll probably never happen again." the blue-eyed girl smirked playfully before pulling her date over to the bar.
"Hey, Michael. Two cokes, please." she requested over the counter to the familiar barman before turning to George. "Now, let the fun commence."
***
As soon as they finished eating their dinner, which was some fancy French dish that neither of them could pronounce - George because he didn't study French and Lydia because she was too busy stuffing it in her gob to get words around it- they escaped through the stained glass doors and into the garden outside.
"Come on, G." she prompted, plopping down on the grass and patting the spot next to her.
He complied happily - after their massive meal, he felt as if he could sleep for a decade.
Side by side, they lay down on the grass, silently enjoying each other's company as they took in the beautiful scents of flowers that they couldn't see around them due to the lack of lighting.
"You know-" Lydia started.
"Hey, so-" George began at the same time.
They both laughed slightly. "You first." the blonde girl offered.
"Okay," he complied, shrugging, before taking a deep breath. "I think that you should know that I love you-"
"George-"
"Let me finish! I love you, but I'm not in love with you. I think everyone is right; we could basically be siblings. And I like it that way! I like being friends with you. But the other boys... maybe they want to be more than friends. I don't know, just a heads up."
Lydia smiled, relieved, and curled up into her friend's chest. "Good." she said, nodding in confirmation. "Those were my thoughts exactly."
Before anymore could be said, they both heard a click, followed by a blinding flash of light, and they both simultaneously whipped their heads towards the source of the noise.
"What the-?"
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AN
Eyyy I've updated. Turn up.
I am fully aware that this chapter was bad, but next chapter will be alright (I think) and the one after that will feature a time gap.
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