The Pink Sky

Eleven.

Seph had been sitting on Ar's bed for forty minutes, telling her that each outfit looked amazing one after the other.

It was the first time she'd been in 'Artemis' room' and so she looked around very nosily.

Her eyes spotted a tall glass full of change, something Ar had in her room in London as well.

Ar always said 'you never know when you're going to need forty-seven pence, and who will have it when you need it? Me.'

Seph chuckled to herself, thinking of the strange little things she always kept, Glasses of change, every picture she ever drew, a height chart of herself, Lo and Seph.

She was very sentimental.

Seph came across a statue of a woman, the plaque at the bottom engraved 'happy birthday Arti, hope you have fun on the moon tonight."

She narrowed her eyes, 'the moon' she thought.

Seph quickly darted her eyes around the room once more, paintings, pictures, books- all about the moon.

'Artemis is a moon Goddess!' She screamed into herself, it made so much sense, Ar was romantic and laid back, but Lo was fiery and impatient.

Leto gave birth to the sun and the moon.

"Poor woman." Seph laughed quietly.

"Who's a poor woman?"

Seph turned to find Ar in a burnt orange sundress with half of her hair pulled up into a ponytail.

"Wow." Seph breathed. "Ari, you look- sexy."

"Do you think?" She asked nervously, "I thought, because she's a sun goddess she might react better to bright colours."

The orange of the dress glowed against her dark brown skin and she wore a matching colour on her eyes, Seph was in awe of her.

"Arielle, you could wear a bin bag and she still wouldn't be able to say no to you." Seph chuckled and grabbed both of her shoulders.

Ar sighed happily and slid on a dark grey jacket.

"Let's go get her." She nodded and held her arm out for Seph to link with.

Seph slid her arm through Ar's and grabbed the bag full of material she needed before the pair set off.

The walk to the library was the longest Ar had ever encountered, her palms were slick with sweat and her thighs begun to rub uncomfortably against one another.

"Arielle, breathe." Seph told her quietly.

"I am breathing." She insisted.

"No you're not." Seph huffed and pushed her stomach lightly, forcing a small breath to escape from her mouth.

"Oh." She breathed.

Ar wasn't sure she'd ever been so nervous, not when she was waiting for her uni acceptance, not when she and Lo had a party while her mum was away and she had to explain why there were empty beer bottles in the oven- none of it compared to what she was feeling now.

A loud burp erupted from her mouth and her eyes widened like saucers.

"That's it," Ar flung her hands up, "I'm going home."