the electronic letter (mevie//malvie)

IV

It was nearing midnight when Evie was about to fall asleep while watching another chick flick on Royalflix, the streaming service in Auradon.

That was until Mal bursts inside their room, nearly spewing out fire from her mouth as she caught her breath. Evie scrunched her nose in disgust. Like, okay, she should feel bad about Mal but dragon farts are not pleasant. Far from it, actually.

"You better not be asleep when I'm out of the shower. You and I are going to have a talk." The fairy panted before trudging to their shared shower. Evie furrows her eyebrows, about to pull Mal back until the door slammed. She frowns, it's rare that Mal would rather talk than sleep. And when she actually wants to, she asks Evie properly and sweetly.

So out of her curiosity and obedience, she waited, her yawns coming and going as her eyes nearly fluttered shut. Eventually, just when she was an inch away from giving up and falling asleep, Mal finished and plopped herself down just beside her. The princess furrowed her eyebrows, throwing a blanket over the fairy who smiled thankfully at her.

"Evie, you know that I trust you, right?" She asked, her voice small yet certain, she turns her head and stares at Evie, asking for her reassurance. Evie nodded, "Of all people, it's me you ask? Mal, you can kill a person and you can trust me to keep it from everyone." She joked and Mal's face turned stoic. Evie froze.

"Oh my god, did you actually kill someone? Oh no, was it Harry? I haven't seen him after dinner." She asked, standing abruptly as Mal hummed, turning her gaze from the movie to Evie, finally laughing as she saw her expression.

"No, you weirdo. I wanted to ask you something. A favor of some sort, you know? And why would I kill him?"

Evie watches the girl in front of her and she can't help but smile as Mal looks up at her, every time the same expression. Every time it makes her giddy, "What are you smiling about, weirdo?" She added, finally standing up to face Evie. And look, no one really expected Mal to grow taller when she reached her maximum abilities, but she did. So, hence the new version of their height difference.

"You're calling me a weirdo? For all I know you might have a hidden body somewhere." Evie retorts and Mal could only roll her eyes as she plops back down on the couch. "I went to my dad earlier. And I kinda asked him with some advice regarding you know, our situation with the paparazzi."

Evie tilts her head, waiting for Mal's continuation. "And he told me that I can make them stop if I have information to tell them. I can blackmail them, use the 'Ben is king and he's my friend' card." She continues, Evie hums, nodding her head.

"And?" She asks, Mal hesitates for a bit, eyes squinting as her heart pounds. Obviously, she didn't know if she wanted to ask Evie for this favor. The little voice in her head told her not to but like, if her friends had gossiping as a fucking disease, she had the dumbass disease.

"Evie, I need you to be my fake girlfriend." Alright, it was quick and she wasn't even sure that Evie heard it, okay? Okay. Mal, stop panicking. Oh no, she's looking right back at you.

Evie just stared at her for a few minutes before smacking her with a pillow. "Mal, you're insane." She chuckled. This had to be a joke, right?

"E, please? I promise, I won't let you go through shit." Mal pouts, using her puppy eyes to beg Evie. The witch just bites her lip and attempts to glare at her but fails. Miserably.

"M, I don't think I can do this. Who knows how long this might take us?" She asked, flinching away from Mal's grasp as the girl pouts at her. "Just until we move to Auradon University and we don't have to live in dorm rooms anymore. Please?"