CHAPTERS "PICNIC" THROUGH "WHAT JUST HAPPENED" ARE NOT EDITED YET.
This takes place after the series, but you and Varian are 15. (I know he's supposed to be sixteen-seventeen after the series but not in this story. Also suits exist in this timeline...
TW: Mentions of stabbing (Cass is teaching you about sword fighting and what could happen, no one gets hurt I promise.)
Sorry for the late chapter, schools has been distracting my writers block :/ Before this cheater starts, look at this adorable picture. (Isn't mine.)
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How many days until Cass leaves: seven.
I sat up in my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I barely got any sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday. It didn't seem real at all. I know it wasn't that big of an event, but to me it was a big deal. Especially since I was the first one to see Varian's creation on the roof, and it seemed like a dream. It just came out of nowhere, I mean he could have invited Vex and the girls to see this as well, but he didn't. I feel like I'm overreacting, but does Varian think that I'm...important to me? I hate being an over thinker.
"OH MY GOD, ASK VARIAN OUT ALREADY WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SEVENTEEN CHAPTERS!" Bossy scolded in my brain. Chapters? What does that even mean? I'm not in a book. Maybe they meant it in a metaphor way, but I'm not sure. I made sure that no one was awake, and I groaned into my pillow.
'When, how, and where would I do it? Explain to me.' I taunted my self conscious.
"In six days, prepare what you're gonna say, at the lantern festival for Eugene and Rapunzel's anniversary, plus it's Rapunzel's birthday. Everyone can get on a boat and release lanterns to celebrate. You could confess on the boat, and if he rejects you, which is unlikely, jump in the water, unless you're wearing something white." Sassy finished. I threw my pillow onto the ground, landing with a small thud. I sat up in my bed and thought about it. It did seem like a good idea, but anything could go wrong. But it could also go right. Or I could fail the task successfully.
'What would be the pros and cons to this...let me grab a pencil and some paper.' I thought to myself. I rolled out of bed, trying not to wake the others. I tiptoed to my bookshelf, grabbed what I needed, and sat down on an empty space on the shelf. I fidgeted with my pencil as I started thinking.
