*hsm the boys are back melody playing in the background*
the bitch is back
(im the bitch)
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She has no idea why she even agreed to this. Why he agreed to this.
It's not like they had a choice, though.
He is standing cold besides her, looking at the room they are in, supporting the wall awkwardly. Or at least she is the awkward one; he would never, he is just there, staring at all the people who are laughing, and talking, enjoying themselves, when here the two of them can't really do that.
She turns her face to the left, to look up at him, at his face being emotionless. His eyes aren't giving any tiny hint of what could be going all around inside his head. She feels herself biting on her lower lip automatically and it might've hurt if she weren't so invested in staring at him. His lashes are long, too long for it to be fair, he doesn't even need them, does he? They are long, very dark and a little tangled, and it makes his glance at the room, at his parents, even a little pretty, but she knows she wouldn't know anyway.
His lips aren't either in a smile or in a grimace, they just are, shaped in the way that makes her fingers itch to trace them, but she manages to keep them playing with her bracelet. It makes tiny sounds since all silver and white gold charms crash with each other and he turns his look to her. First his eyes go immediately to her wrist, scanning what could have possibly interrupted his analysis, careful scanning. His mouth shifts tiny, one corner curls up for a mere second, before he shakes his head lightly. Luna sends him confused look with her eyebrows up, knowing that he won't even notice her face, so she allows herself on sending him lowkey a glare.
"What's with that look?" he just asks, his voice soft and quiet, and even velvety, having Luna distracted with ideas of what could he do to her with his only voice. That's very bad thing to have on one's mind, but she guesses she can have at least this pleasure of imagination in her life at this point.
"Nothing. I just don't know what to do." She sends him a shrug, moving her eyes to the people again, probably making him unhappy since he doesn't like when someone's attention isn't fully on him. What a funny guy he is. "I was hoping you would tell me how I'm supposed to act, actually." She adds.
"I'm no help here, I don't really know either." He hums.
Luna fights the urge to roll her eyes. "I am not the one who has been hanging out in those circles for my whole life."
Matteo makes a sound subtly indicating he is getting annoyed with her, and Luna honestly couldn't care less.
"Having on mind situation we both are in, I would suggest trying to be chill and not passive-aggressive, Luna Valente." Her name rolling off his tongue sounds a bit insulting, reminding her that technically it's not her real name.
"I didn't know standing next to each other and not saying a word means chill in your dictionary, but I shall remember that."
With this she's done and she pushes herself away from the wall, ready do hide in the kitchen eating cake for whole evening, or something, but feels fingers catching her arm, softly but also surely and pulls her backwards. She hits his chest with her back and his breathing covers her nape, making shivers go up her spine once, and twice.
"Maybe we at least should dance and make an impression that we like each other?"
Yeah, reminding her that he doesn't like her really helps in this situation, Luna needs to think about that, instead of the fabric of his light shirt against her bare back, or his low voice right next to her ear. "And later I will tell you when they keep the extra cake in the kitchen."
