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Jiah had spent the entire evening picking out her outfit, having tried on multiple dresses and sending her friend a bazillion pictures of each one to ask for her opinion. Jiah didnāt often stress about clothing, the girl felt strangely out of place whenever she realised sheād spent hours on her looks, sheād never been insecure about how she looked. Only, tonight seemed to be different. Why? She didnāt know. Shaking her head she made her way down the stairs of her childhood home, just as the bell rangā again. āComing!ā She yelled, knowing exactly who was on the other side of the door. Taking another glance into the mirror, the flowy material of the dress made her feel a like a princess.
As she opened he door, she came eye to eye with her best friend, the male looking more than handsome.Ā āWell, thank you, Sir Jeffers.ā She said, rolling her eyes at him playfully. āYou do look quite dashing yourself.ā She giggled, gladly accepting the flowers from the male.Ā āFor me?ā She asked as she looked at him over the bouquet, her eyes twinkling happily. She hadnāt expected to be getting flowers from anyone that night, especially not someone who wasnāt her date, but it made her happy nonetheless.Ā
āThanks, Ap. I wish i had something to give you in returnā¦ā She said, as she walked back inside the house, quickly taking the flowers to the kitchen. āLet me put these in a vase, theyāre so beautiful.ā The house was quiet, her moms having left to work early in the morning and probably not coming back till way after she herself would be coming home that night. āAre you excited for tonight?ā
Truth be told, seeing Jiah all dressed up was enough to almost make Apollo forget his damn name. It if weren't for the sake of pretenses, he would have said something else--something different, something sincere. But they were supposed to be best friends, and Apollo and her always made fun of each other. ( More on Apollo, really, since Jiah was perpetually nice and he was . . . himself. ) As she went back in to find a vase for the flowers, Apollo lingered by the doorway and listened to her voice bouncing off the walls of her empty house.
"Excited . . . is one way to put it," he said breezily, laughing at the thought of the whole thing. "We all know this is just admin doing damage control. I would like to think that no amount of feasting or alcohol can appease these angry students, but we'll see how gullible they all are. How do you feel about it?" He waited for her to answer and waited for her to come back before clearing his throat and allowing himself some honesty: "Hey, dummy," he started, affectionately, casually. "You look beautiful."
For the life of him, he didn't know why he couldn't let the moment linger. Quickly straightening himself up, Apollo flashed her a cheeky grin and held out his arm. "Shall we?" he asked pompously, in a terribly butchered British accent. "You grand chariot--" he said before gesturing towards his ancient car that broke down far more than it actually worked. "Awaits, m'lady."











