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seventh

CHAPTER VII

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May 25, 1970
6:00 pm

— "Yes, Aurora this is perfect! Let's go please."

Celeste has been her best friend since elementary school, young Aurora being mesmerized by the courageous wits of the classmate with blonde pigtails. I mean, who could forget the mary janes that stepped on toes of riotous boys that are too immature for their own good?

So ever since they've stuck their honey fingers together, they were never pulled apart. Some would even say they're attached by the hip, never see one without the other. Seen as sisters but without the fear of an argument breaking free any moment.

But besides all of that, you'd be surprised of their differences. While Celeste is outgoing and not afraid to put anyone in their place, Aurora is more for blending in the background. Instead of wanting a night out in the town, she craved the idea of getting cozy in her bed, towel wrapped around her and fluffy socks engulfing her feet while she cracks open a new book.

The brunette loved how the words on a crisp page gave her to power to escape to a different reality, where the world seems to live up to her every convenience. Where no matter in the end, she knows she'll end up happy. The flower wished she could say the same for the present world before her eyes, wished that it was the like the books on her bookshelf and the television that played endless fairytales where they live happily ever after.

Don't get her wrong, she knows she's got it good, a good family, a perfect friend, a job she loves, but she can't help to want more in her life. Something that makes her feel risky and supply her of that much needed adrenaline that's long overdue.

Although, with every opportunity to get a taste of that feeling, she overthinks and gets paranoid, building up her walls and turning them down without a second thought.

"It's a Sunday, Celeste!" Aurora exclaims as she plops down onto the bed next to her friend who's still nose deep in some random fashion magazine.  "So?"

"So? I have work tomorrow! And your mom would never let you go."

Celeste sighs while she places down the magazine, the thin pages folding underneath her elbow as she adjusts her position. Aurora internally cringes at the thought of it tearing, "I think sometimes you forget were eighteen years old. Plus, my mom is out of town, she doesn't need to know."

Aurora scratches her neck, the curly hair at the back of her scalp getting tangled between her fingers, "I still have work tomorrow."

Celeste sucks in her puffy cheek and thinks for a moment, the petal watching her friend curiously while preparing another excuse in her head. "You could just- not go? You haven't missed a single day in two years, Ror. I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't bitch about it."

"Miss work? Why should I miss work for a party?"

Her friend rolls her eyes like it's obvious, "so you can have fun! If I'm being skinney with you, Ror, you need to get out of this house."

Hanging around lala teenagers that are drunk out of their minds didn't seem like too much fun for Aurora, "I much rather stay home tonight."