four eyes | claire standish ✅

eleven

" Wake up!" Vernon's voice bounces off the walls of the library. Angel can't move at all, her body numb and tingling from sleep. " Who has to go to the lavatory?" Now that forces Angel from her slumber, however, the drowsy feeling remains. Her arm loses its pin and needle, the small objects falling from her arm as she raises her hand, as the thought of waterfalls making her bladder shrink.

The toilet is loud. Why must the flipping toilet be loud? She hated it so much, but she's still happy that her bladder isn't about to explode anymore.

The door unlocks with a click and opens with a loud groan. With a quiet sigh, Angel washes her hands as quickly as possible. Despite wanting to move fast, her mind slows her down, anxious at the thought of being close to Claire Standish.

" You're name's Angel, right?" A quiet squeak passes Angel's lips, turning quickly to see Claire Standish beside her washing her hands.

" I--Um-" Claire raises a brow at the girl, a smile slowly forming on her face. Wow, she really was a child a heart.

" Are you okay?" Claire giggles, hiding her smile with her hand. Angel stops her stuttering, her expression becoming serious. Softly, Angel grabs Claire's hand, pulling it away from the redhead's face. " Why'd you do that?"

"You shouldn't hide your smile," Angel states, voice loud and clear for all to hear. Claire's cheeks soon become red as her hair, her eyes noting their fingers intertwined with one another. Their hands are cold and wet from the water, as some soap suds stay atop their hands. Claire doesn't care though, just wondering how their hands got in that position.

The serious expression across Angel's face disappears as she looks down, staring at the same scene as Claire does. A loud, high-pitched squeal escapes her lips, pulling her hand away forcefully. " S-Sorry," she stutters. Angel turns quickly, walking out the bathroom as fast as she could.

Claire stands still, trying to fully comprehend the situation. A heavy breath passes her lips, turning to the mirror. Her hands grip the sink tightly, trying to figure out if what happened was real or imaginary. Looking up at her reflection, she sees it's true, as her face is still as red as her hair.