Dating A Fangirl

Part 2

Two days before our sixth monthsary, I've already shopped for the things we'll need. It's for the Harry Potter dance in the atrium.

Since Nikka is blonde, she'd be a nice Luna Lovegood. And since I have black hair and green eyes, I'll be Harry. We'd be just like that time when they attended Professor Slughorn's party.

I bought similar clothes and had my sister modify them to make it look like the actual outfit.

I tried imagining Nikka's expression after my surprise. She is so cute.

"Watcha doin'?" Someone spoke behind me while covering my eyes.

"Hmm.. Beats me, I can't see,"

"Sorry," only after the person removed her hand did I realize that it was Louise, my red-headed neighbor. She was wearing a tie dyed shirt and jeans under a paint covered apron, and a paintbrush was tucked behind her left ear.

"Hey, neighbor," she greeted.

"Hey. So, what are you painting today?"

"Your garden. You have pretty flowers."

"Gee, thanks. As you can see, I care for them. Water them, fertilize them-- wait, I sound gay." I face palmed and Louise laughed. I asked her if I could see her painting but she shook her head

"Oh, by the way. Are you going to that Harry Potter dance this Sunday?"

"Yeah I'm surprising a fangirl on that day. I'm going as Harry."

"Me too! I mean, not that part going as Harry, but, I'll be going, too. I'm meeting my cousin, Connie."

I nodded and bid her good bye. I turned off the hose I used to water the plants in the garden and went inside.

My sister, as usual, is sitting on the couch, watching the fourth season of the Game of Thrones while eating popcorn. I asked her if the dress for Nikka was finished, she nodded.

Patricia's room could be the definition of "Fanatic Domain" or in a shorter term, the "fandom". The west wall of the room was full of posters, sketches, and paintings. The east wall, which has her window seat with lots of pillows, has a floor to ceiling bookshelf, three feet wide. She keeps her trophies, medals and certificates on the very top part of the shelf (I forgot to mention that Patricia is a swimmer), her books in the middle, and shoes and bags at the bottom.

Anyway, I opened her closet (that was right beside the shelf) and grabbed the outfit I would be wearing on the dance. I took a good look on the dress Nikka will be wearing. She would look perfect in that dress. I also saw a ruined black robe in my sister's closet. I think she'll go as a dementor.

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"How are you going to 'surprise' Nikka?" Patricia asked.

"First, you'll ask her to come here. Tell her you need help on what you're going to wear on your date with Mikhail or something. Just MAKE HER WEAR THE DRESS. Match it with accessories, shoes make-up, whatever. Me, I'll act like I didn't know it was our monthsary. Oh, by the way, when you're done, blindfold her and then call me. Then, I'll take it from there." 

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I heard the doorbell below and the door opening. It must be Nikka. There was talking and footsteps on the stairs, then there came a knock on my door. I pretended to still be having my afternoon nap as Nikka entered my room with Patricia right behind her. Nikka sat beside me on my bed and piched my cheek.

"Wakey wakey, sleepy head," she said with her sweet voice. I opened my eyes to see her angelic face.

"Hi," I said, faking still being sleepy. I opened my arms and she went inside my embrace. "What are you doing here?" I buried my head on her shoulder.