Punks and Politicians

Four

Eve felt something strange was happening. R.R had barely communicated with her, which was unusual. Whenever she'd speak to Zoe, it'd end with her making excuses and having to go.

Eve tried to shrug it off, tonight was the night of the Ball and she was anxious. She knew what the media and the internet could be like. What if they somehow managed to find out her secret identity? What if it lead to Toms downfall? If it did, what if he left her?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. She told herself. At the moment, she was looking at herself in the mirror. Tom had brought her some 'fancy' clothes for the Ball, since she needed to make a good impression. Honestly, Eve was in love with the dress she was wearing. It was long, shoulder-less and red. It went all the way down to the floor, if it wasn't for the white pair of heels she was wearing. Her brown hair was tied in a slightly messy, yet still perfect bun. A pearl necklace was hung around her neck.

God, this was the total opposite of what she was usually like. Punk Eve would fucking despise how she looked right now. This caused her to laugh slightly.

She walked out the bedroom to greet Tom. He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a black bow tie under it. Eve fucking loved bow ties, due to a childhood obsession with Doctor Who.

When Tom saw Eve, his jaw just dropped. He was speechless. "You...you look.." was all he managed to choke out. Eve blushed, "just shush Walker" she said as she 'strode' over to him.

They looked to each other and smiled, yet in an almost melancholy way. Certain thoughts were dripping into their minds.

Eve was thinking about how, to some extent, getting all dressed up would mean going on a fancy restaurant date to another couple. It also brought her back to prom night, Eve and Tom both got dressed up yet just skipped it entirely. They went for a picnic under the stars instead. Back when they were younger, before the fame and campaigns and rebellions. It just all seemed so much easier back then, like the world was theirs and they could do whatever they pleased. This thought was a little heartbreaking, sometimes she wished things were still like that.

For Tom however, he was thinking something different entirely. Seeing Eve all dressed up, and him wearing a suit, brought back the thoughts of something that was way overdue. Two years ago. Two fucking years ago he was going to propose, she'd be his wife by now. Maybe even the mother of his kids. Coincidentally, two years ago was when it all started. One year ago he began to campaign. His overdue promise he'd made to himself still haunted him, every single day. One day he'd do it, once this political bullshit was over. He'd propose to her. And marry her.

He looked into her eyes, and he saw her sadness. He tried the best that he could to hide his sadness but, she could see right through him. They both shared almost sad smiles, both aware yet unaware of what was going on in the others mind. Tom held out his hand, Eve took it. They then exited their apartment building to the black limo waiting outside.

The journey to the Ball, which was across town, was shared in mostly silence. An overwhelming feeling of sadness between the two of them, both unable to speak their thoughts to the other.

Eventually the car pulled up outside the hotel. That's when Eve's anxiety really kicked in.