Boxing Partners

Juliet Loves The Beat And Lust It Demands

~~~That Night~~~

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the boy screamed, "Just put the gun down! There's no need for this!"

"I've lost everything! What else do I have to lose?! Huh? Go on tell me!" they yelled with the rage and intensity of a thousand suns

"Please, just stop!"

*BANG*

The air around them was deadly silent, the smoke of the gun dissipating away, the air wasn't the only thing to be deadly that night.

~~~Present Day~~~

Tonight, was the night, the night to make a million memories, the night where they didn't have to worry about a single thing. A night where they can spend an eternity in each other's arms, surrounded by friends.

Clementine had never been in love before, yes she had childhood crushes and went on a couple of dates, but she had never cared about someone this much. Throughout her entire life, anyone she had ever cared for had either died or left her. Violet was the one who made her feel, the one who stuck around when life got tough, Violet was the one who made her feel that everything was real.

Violet was the one who could pull her from the ocean of emotion and worry, the girl who would drive right in and pull her pin.

Violet was the one.

Clementine was sleeping softly in her bunk, her mouth slightly ajar with light snores escaping her lips, her girlfriend was next to her, arms wrapped around the girl, one hand drawing delicate circles on her with her fingertips. A smile crept up onto her face, her dark pupils engulfing her green iris, her heart full with admiration and love, she looked over onto the desk to look at the clock.

11:31 AM

"Shit-sticks, Clem?"

"Hmmm"

"Clem, we've got to get up" the blonde spoke,

"Hmmm, noooo, I'm too tired; five more minutes" the girl grunted.

"We need to go get the suit and your dress"

Clementine suddenly jolted upright and bashed her head on the bed above them. "Ow!"

"You good?" the blonde spoke, "I will be"

~~~~~

Violet stood in front of the glossy mirror, the store attendant folding and knotting the fabric into a bow shape, the deep purple suit jacket conforming to the shape of her body.

"There, what do you think?" the store attendant spoke in a soft voice, "It's great, sorry I didn't catch your name"

"It's Christa, My husband Omid and I own the store. You said that this is a suit for prom, how lovely."

"That's great, thank you so much for your help"

"Your friend should be next door with Omid" the woman smiled

"Girlfriend" the blonde corrected,

"Sorry, your girlfriend should be next door with Omid"

"Blood orange for a dress is not something we tailor usually but, it looks amazing and is probably one of our best dresses that we've ever crafted" the man spoke. Clementine stood in the centre of the hexagonal-shaped room, with mirrors on almost every wall stretching from floor to ceiling.

The strapless, blood orange dress of semi-embroidered fabric accentuated her thin waist, hugged her hips and a deep v slit crawled up one of her legs, a fairy-tail like evening gown that wishes to be a wedding gown but can only ever aspire to be a prom dress.