1. Kick (Thomas Muller)

in which they celebrate

Many times Libby had celebrated, but it was never like this.

"Hope, this dress is way too tight!" Libby moved a bit, restricted by her small black dress. Libby didn't pack any dresses to "celebrate", so she had to borrow from Hope, and she made a mental note to never wear Hope's clothes.

"It's actually really lose babe," She muttered, while applying her makeup. Libby almost cried at how gorgeous Hope looked.

It wasn't fair.

Libby had bad experiences with dresses, she thought as she groaned and turned towards the mirror.

"No! Don't look yet, I have to do your hair and makeup," Hope swiftly plopped her down on the seat.

"Hope, stop! Ow!" Libby squealed from the chair, as Hope yanked at her face painting every aspect of it, and pulling every strand of hair.

Hope told her to shut up, and after fifteen minutes of grumbling, Libby stood up.

"Voila!" Hope uncovered the mirror, and Libby almost screamed.

"Who is that?!" Libby yelled, flabbergasted.

"Libs, it's you! Just...HOT!" Hope laughed, slipping on her heels. Hope threw Libby her shoes, which were going to be impossible to walk in, but she decided not to complain.

She glanced back at the mirror, her hair was perfectly straightened, pimples out of view, cheeks pinched outward, eyes looking seductive.

This was not a Libby she was familiar with.

"See, you're so gorgeous even you can't stop checking yourself out!" Hope joked. Libby twirled in her dress, which was better than her one for the ball, if she had to be honest.

It was extremely tight, which she hated, low cut, showing her non existent cleavage, and it was really low, coming to end just below her butt.

Well, if this was how they celebrated in Germany, she was never doing it again.

There was a ring at the doorbell, and Hope squealed, grabbing her purse and dragging Libby out.

"But my jacket, Hope, it's cold!" Libby tried to grab it, but only got her purse in time.

"It doesm't matter, I'm sure Thomas will give it to you again..." Hope winked at her, straightening out her dress and hair, taking a deep breath, and opening the door. Before Libby could sass back, there was a loud cheer.

"HAPPY TWO MONTH LIEBE UND 'OPE!" The whole squad bellowed deeply, with grins plastered on their faces.

Hope squealed and flew into Bastian's arms, who wrapped his around her and rocked back and forth.

"Thanks guys," Libby smiled. She noticed they were all staring at her.

Dd she have something on her face? Her dress? She quickly wiped down her dress and fixed her hair and face.

"Liebe..." Erik called in a wavering voice. Libby, who was very self conscious at the moment, looked at him.

"Joo look bootiful." He whispered, pulling her hand away from her face and intertwining their fingers.

Philipp cleared his throat in an obvious manner and pushed Erik out of the way, hugging Libby. Libby just ignored him and hugged him back.

All the guys were in button down shirts, with their sleeves rolled up to their forearms. If Libby could describe it into one word: hot.

But she quickly shook the thought away with disgust.

As they walked, Erik was forced to linger behind by an angry Philipp, who no one dared to bother, and Thomas snaked his way to right next to her.