What About Us? (Re-write of 'will you marry me')

Incipient

Incipient (adjective):

An initial or beginning stage of something.

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The h/c haired girl laid motionless in the dim morning light, sleeping through the various alarms set the previous night. She transcended the known realities, floating in darkness and clouds, dreaming of angels, devils and creatures of all forms. What she blissfully ignorant of was the figure standing in her doorway, staring at y/n who had a continuous stream of drool going down her face. 

The figure slowly inched forward, as graceful and silent as a cat, while trying not to wake the girl. The figure, standing over the girl, lowered their head, hairs breathe from y/n's ear "wake up darling! Its time for school. " The h/c haired girl jolted out of a dead sleep, sitting straight up and nearly headbutting her mother. "What time is it?" y/n asked groggily as her mother drew the curtains, causing the room to glow in the early dawn light. 

She squinted at the sudden brightness and tilted her head slightly to look at her mother, who was currently rummaging through her closet, similar to someone looking for their next hit of drugs. Y/n tensed at the action, true she never indulged in 'the devil's mojo' as her friends so adequately put it, but the idea of someone finding her expertly hidden diaries kept her on edge. "Mother, what are you looking for?" she asked, trying her best to make sure the anxiety wasn't palpable. Her mother turned around with a smile on her face, "I'm getting your clothes out, darling."

 Y/n looked at her mother scrupulous, cautious when wording her next sentence without giving away her mistrust: "the last time you picked out my clothes we were dropping off Wendle at the airport." The memories of her neighbour-turned-friend were vivid;  stupid games, the late-night movie, the walks to school, and the rainy day talks. 

Y/n's reminiscing was cut short by her mother's nervous exclamation, "Oh! Look at the time! I'm sure your friends would be wondering where you are. Here go get dressed and meet me downstairs, I'll drop you. " Y/n's mother deftly threw the chosen clothes and swiftly walked out the door and down the stairs.

It only took Y/n a matter of minutes to get ready and to be waiting near the front door with a bagel between her lips and an impertinent, "mother! Weren't you the one who told me to hurry!? " The girl hopped from one foot to another, dripping with anxiety and excitement with the prospect of a new school year. It wasn't necessarily the idea of new knowledge, the idea of reconnecting with old friends and getting into shenanigans is what got the 18-year-old giddy and impatient.

Y/n's mother smirked amused at her daughter's fatuous behaviour as she was grabbing the car keys that were sitting in a bowl by the door. "Alright, sweetheart, let's go kick ass!" she said, bringing a clenched fist in front of her face, then extending it to y/n for a fist bump. 

"Let's do this!" y/n said, repeating the actions, brushing her fist against her mother's lightly. Both women walked out the door, y/n went and sat in the passenger seat, her mother entering the car not soon after. The ride to the school wasn't too long -a max of 20 minutes- both entertained themselves by listening and singing along to the radio. The next 20 minutes went by in a flash; before y/n knew it, they were at the front of highschool.

Y/n said her goodbyes to her mother and turned to the front of her school. Not even a few steps later, she heard someone yell her name and the approach of rapid footsteps. Survival instinct kicking in, y/n stepped a few feet to the right, as soon as she did, a pair of brunettes dashed passed her. Y/n's friends -Brianna and Lilith- bearly avoided crashing into the poor band kid who was having a hard time carrying his trombone. She smiled as her friends approached her, winded and slightly annoyed at the prospect of their failure. "Hey girls, how was your summer?" y/n asked, ignoring the twin glares she got, smiling innocently. Unable to stay made at the h/c'ed (i.e. black haired) girl, they burst into laughter, "Forget about our summer y/n!" Lilith exclaimed, "what's with your outfit?" Lilith motioned to the blazer and pants, causing y/n to sigh, "my mother wanted me to wear it, no idea why." The girls trying to avoid the touchy topic of y/n's mom changed the subject: "hot damn y/n! Your reflexes are something!"  the smaller if the brunettes -Brianna- said. "We joke that you were some international spy in your last life," added the taller brunette -Lilith- with a light punch to y/n's shoulder.