"Oh my gosh, it's Homecoming day!" Jasmine squealed, clasping her hands together and bouncing up and down in her seat. For as long as he had known her, Mark knew that Jasmine simply adored any chance she got to put herself in a dress and show off. Not because she was Jasmine Ender and she adored attention but because she was Jasmine and she jumped on any chance she got to feel pretty.
"We get it! It's homecoming and you're excited. Now stay still so I can button up the back of your dress, Missy," Mark replied, resting a hand on her shoulder. Jasmine giggled and settled down in her seat again. She'd been like this all day and honestly, he wasn't surprised. She always got hyped up about these things and he knew how hard it was for her to calm down. She did stay still long enough for him to button up the last little bit of her dress and brush her her back over her shoulder. "There you go. Now you can run around all you want." Jasmine giggled.
"Come on. You know you can't say that or I actually will." She smiled at him and pawed at her hair, making sure that it stayed over her shoulder. Mark chuckled and stood up, offering a hand to her. Jasmine took it and he pulled her up. "Okay, but you know how to dance, right? I'm not handing my sister over to some crazed lunatic who can't dance. I mean, come on. You're going to break her toes if you can't dance." Mark laughed.
"I think she'll break my leg if I did that and blame it on self defense, if we're being honest here," He said with a smile. Jasmine giggled again and put one of her arms on his shoulder, taking his other hand in hers and moved closer. He knew what she was doing. It was time for a practice dance before the actual one, just to make sure that he broke no toes. Jasmine was always a protective sister, though not as much as Monet was. He placed his hand on her waist and took her other hand.
"Well, you better prove to me that you can do it," Jasmine said, looking up at him. He was always about two inches taller than her but the heels made them basically the same height, with him only centimeters taller. He chuckled and shook his head, but they started swaying to imaginary music. The noises of everyone else getting ready for the dance faded as the two of them danced to their imaginary music and giggled at the other whenever they did a dramatic dip or spin. This was why Jasmine was his best friend. He wouldn't be able to dance with anyone else like this in the middle of someone's living room with his mother twenty feet away and let her take pictures. These were going to be shown off again when he's much older.
"Okay, no more. I don't want these pictures to get everywhere or heaven forbid everyone thinks I'm cheating on Kyle," Jasmine giggled as he pulled her up from a rather big dip. He chuckled and pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back, laying her head on his shoulder for a second.
"I thought you weren't dating Kyle," Mark replied, raising an eyebrow as they pulled away. Jasmine made a face at him, scrunching up her nose and sticking her tongue out at him. Of course he knew the truth but that didn't mean that he couldn't give her a hard time about her publicity.
"Of course I'm not. He literally lives hundreds of miles from me. You think I have that kind of attention span? No, the media seems to think that I'm dating him no matter what we say so you know," She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. Then, she put her hands on his shoulders and stared him straight in the eyes. "I'm going to check on Mo and Cleopatra. I'll be back later." Very seriously, she nodded her head before taking off towards Cleopatra's room where Monet and Cleopatra were currently in. Kyra had been in there as well, around the same time that Jasmine had, but they both left around the same time and Kyra had gone to the other room where all the adults and Sebastian were. The two of them were going to homecoming together, though Kyra made it clear that the only reason was because she wasn't allowed to go to homecoming unless she had a date and Sebastian had offered to take her so that she could go. Still, the two of them seemed to get pretty close over the course of the week, probably due to the fact that the two of them had been in the same grade up until a year ago.
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The Rejects Club | Lonely Hearts Club [EDITING]
أدب المراهقين"Where am I seeing you?" She asked as she brushed a strand of her white hair behind her ear. Jasmine only gave a smile and a giggle as she stood up with her backpack. "The Rejects Club, of course." ()()() Jasmine Ender is the definition of spontaneo...