Ashlyn's POV
Emilia's eyes are lined in the silver eyeliner that I got her for her birthday. I like how it catches sunlight and reflects it back in fragments like geodes under a flashlight. I walk alongside the girl down the path in the park, listening to her talk about the time she saved a bumblebee from dying.
"When I got home, I gave it sugar water," she explains, "but I accidentally dropped it on his head, and then I put him in my garden, but he died, like, five minutes later."
"Wow," I say with a chuckle. "After you carried it five blocks in your shoe, it had the audacity to die."
"I know!" she agrees, laughing. "Once I'm able to drive, though, I'll be able to save bees at a much faster rate."
"Oh yeah. You're taking your test next week, right?"
"I am. Then we can hang out at places farther than within walking distance."
"I can't wait," I say. "And then once I get a car, I'll return the favour."
"I'm a little scared of how you'll drive," she teases.
"Well, I'm not planning to drive much anyway," I reason. "I mostly just want to sit on the roof and look out at the view."
"Won't that dent the roof?" she says. "Plus it will be all dirty."
"Well, I'm going to wash my car. Doesn't it seem, like, nice, though?"
"I'm not sure if nice is the word I'd use. Maybe weird."
I know she doesn't mean that in a rude way, but I'm still a bit disappointed. Big Red thought it was a good idea. I wish Emilia thought the same as him. But having different opinions doesn't mean we're not meant to be together. It's not even that big of a deal, I suppose. I'll sit on my car when I'm alone. I don't need to have a romantic kiss or look at the stars while holding hands, though that was my initial daydream.
"I wish I could get my license before the dance, though," Emilia goes on. "Right now, my brother's driving me."
We continue down the path together, and I feel her warm hand brush mine as it swings back and forth. If this were a movie, this would certainly be the moment when the audience begs me to take her hand and make their ship come true, but I don't quite have the confidence for that, so I go with the next best thing.
"Speaking of," I say, "you know how we were going to go as friends. Well, what if we went not as friends."
She just looks at me in confusion, which is honestly valid. I wasn't very clear about what I wanted.
"I'm asking you to be my date," I sputter out.
She stops walking and just stares at me for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but she doesn't look repulsed. She just looks like she's thinking. I get more nervous by the second, but eventually she gives me an answer.
"Yeah, sure."
Sure isn't exactly the word I was hoping for, but it's still a yes. A smile grows on my face, which is mirrored by hers as she lets out a nervous giggle.
"Okay," I respond after a moment. "Awesome."
"Awesome," she repeats.
She turns to start walking again, but I stray behind her a bit so that I can take out my phone and text Big Red, too eager to wait to tell him.
Me: Emilia and I are going to the dance together!
I get a response almost immediately.
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Wingmen | Redlyn
Fiksi Penggemar(Completed) When Big Red Redonovich and Ashlyn Caswell find themselves in the same situation, liking someone who doesn't like them back, they agree to be each other's wingmen to help them get the girls they want. However, their friendship gets a lit...
