Devil's Dream Of Beauty

Chapter 1

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"For once, I would just like to fall in love with someone again." Daliah leaned back, taking of her glasses, kicking of her high heels and simulantunously studying her notebook.

"Other than yourself?" The girl enquired sweetly.

Daliah didn't even look at her younger sister. Lynn was 14, 2 years younger than her petite 16 year old golden blonde wavy headed fairytale of a sister. Yes. She was exceptionally beautiful. Green eyes, large and bright, an impeccably white face, a small, sharp nose, thin eyebrows with a natural arch drawn over her piercing and enigmatic irises. High cheekbones, V shaped face, glowing skin tanned from her small, soft shoulders down, lips thin, soft and curvy, yet the colour of red wine. She smelled of wine, red roses, and scented soap.

"How can you be in love with someone who can't even figure the answer to 2 × 8 when her math teacher so must as looks at her? My brain stops thinking when people make eye contact with me, remember? As in literally! I'm nuts."

"And also, every time you eat jelly, you turn into a jellyfish." Lynn was rolling her eyes about 4 miles up into the air.

Daliah glanced at her sister. "Okay, you made that one up, but you may be close. Very close on that one! My face turns green every time I eat spinach, that's one of the minor curses, just because my dad happened to hate everything in life. My teeth fall out when I see chocolate. That's why I had to get new false teeth last week, because my old ones were getting too stinky."

"Oh my gosh? Didn't you even brush them?!" Lynn sat up straight in shock. She was a real clean freak - she vaccuum cleaned her hair (and sometimes Daliah's) she bought a new toothbrush every day and she went to the loo lurking in the bushes just so she wouldn't have to use a toilet that everyone plucks their poopy butt on.

"I did. But they say false teeth don't stay fresh long." Daliah stared blankly ahead.

"We're together in madness. You know I'll never leave you alone when your crush walks up to and you ask him if he skipped history class because you don't know what to say and he says no, so you tear out your knife and thrust it into your inner wrist," Lynn whispered slowly, tears shining in her eyes and slowly drifting down her cheeks.

Daliah's face was whiter than ice cream. Her eyes froze on her sister. Luckily Lynn had remembered not to make mutual eye contact, so Daliah could stare at her in tragic awe without her brain stopping.

"Thank you so much."

Lynn stared at her. "What?!"

Ahh! She did it. She turned her head to look at Daliah, and Daliah happened to be still looking into her eyes at that moment. Daliah's mouth remained open like that, as her brain was now semi paralyzed. Not too paralyzed to not know how bad the situ-
ation was, but she couldn't explain herself until a few seconds after Lynn looked away.

"I... I mean, thank you for your compassion. Your insight... Your empathy and your understanding. I love you too."

Lynn reached over to give her hand to her sister. Daliah copied the act, and they stayed like that for quite a few minutes, just sitting there together and holding hands in almost peaceful silence...on their flowered, small balcony on the third story of their "dreamy mansion."🤣

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Jonathan, the boy she liked, was walking ahead of her to lunch. A minute later, he sat down in front of her, shook his birds' nest of waves around and closed his eyes as if in a state of meditation. Or whatever you call that.

"Wow...my, aren't you gorgeous, baby!" Daliah managed to utter, but she quickly thrust her eyes down at her burger when he turned around to see who she was talking to. The same expression remained in her eyes. Jona would have to think she got heart shaped eyes and just confessed her infinite passion to hamburgers if he did, because she couldn't make mutual eye contact with him without freezing into a blank minded, idiotic zombie state for 10 seconds.

She could see him shaking his head out of the corner of her eye, still staring at her like at a creature from a million years ago after 4 seconds of dangerous silence followed. "Nuts," he muttered. "Practically and utterly beyond nuts." She wanted to burst out laughing -  with all her heart (and stomach), but she couldn't because she was still in her semi braindead phase.

"I can and I will sing out poems of love and eternal devotion to Nutella ice cream or ham and cheese without mayo or peanut butter and sugar sandwiches any time I want," Daliah stated confidently. When Jona's eyes moved back to her, she shook her waves and let her eyes melt in dreaminess at something focused above his head. She could hear him (almost) catch his breath in surprise.

" 'Cause I'm perennially soppy over pink cupcake sprinkles. And I will drool on your stool if you ever dare to glare at me like that again."

Jona's knife fell out of his hand with an abrupt CLASH. He pushed back his chair with a SCREECH and angled it to point in her direction, as if wanting to get a better look at this piece of alien beauty.

"Sorry, Dreamboy, I've got no filter. Yet." Daliah winked at him when his eyes fell down to the table top in an attempt to process all this alien poop in the form of a glittery princess tale.

"Like...are you even real?" His voice came suddenly.

Daliah's mouth drooped a little in hurt. But still, she remember not to make eye contact with the guy she was in love with. Star-  ing at her hamburger, she was silent for a few seconds, before smoothly replying, "On planet earth, no. In some weirdo's fantasy world, I will forever remain a pegacorn queen."

"I don't even know what a pegacorn is."

"Are you serious? It's a cross between a one horned horse and a flying one."

"What is the meaning of this?"

"What is the meaning of what?"

"This blatantly obvious attention attracting because-I'm-such-a-crazy-straight-up-weirdo-and-i-think-that's-so-fabulously-cool scheme of yours so that I should fall head over heals in love with you or something?"

"Aha! I never knew you were destined to be a psychologist. You should totally hit the psychic world and get smart, dude. 'Cause you already know everything there is to know about me, though I find it quite painful to admit."

Jona narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and leaned forward, closer to Daliah, who was nervously observing this from her peripheral vision. He barely noticed it.

"It seems like the devil's always got something up his sleeve. If I assume... that you are the devil."

To be continued ...

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Kenya Lavender.