“you realize if i could’ve told ten year old me that the lucy day said i had a perfect personality, i would probably die and not make it to this point?” august laughed, almost immediately aware of the absurdity. the pair were four hundred feet in the air - august attending a school four times out of his mother’s income range, talking to a celebrity he’s adored since the second grade.
“no, but yeah i am liking it here.” he nodded, unable to rid himself of his grin. “i mean the classes and the facilities are out of this world.” he casted a gaze out towards the carnival below. “and i’ve definitely met some characters here, present company included.”
to that, he flashed a sly grin.
“i wish i didn’t feel like such a sore thumb though. if it’s not the aforementioned essay, it’s some weird brainiac identifier all of the students seem to have on me thats’s kind of… isolating.” august said. “you guys really do your research around here.”
“ listen— i wasn’t gonna mention it, but are you doing okay?”
the girl’s head tipped back in laughter, the fear she felt spreading throughout her body disappearing momentarily. it was odd, the way he could do that. it wasn’t the first time that his presence had made her feel exceptionally better, and she doubted it would be the last. “ trust me, i’m nothing special. ” she said with a chuckle, her mind coming back to its senses -- and how they were probably about to die any minute.
she nudged him softly with her shoulder at his next words, a soft blush cascading across her cheeks. that was another thing -- he made her blush. lucy couldn’t remember the last time she had genuinely blushed, aside from while filming, but that was just acting. as was much of her life, she supposed. if there was one thing lucy had learned in this life, it was that if you acted like something was true, eventually you’d start to believe it. she had acted her way into happiness, plastering a smile on her face everywhere she went, fooling people into believing she was okay when in reality, her mind was eating away at her. the constant itch for a drink, or a line of coke never left her mind, but you bet your ass no one knew that -- not with how good her skills had become. lucy day truly was the actress of the century, both in her personal and professional life.
so, at his question, she did just that -- a smile painted across her lips, her head nodding at his question. “ of course, ” she started, eyes meeting his. as soon as she looked at him, she knew she couldn’t continue with her show. her smile faded, her shoulders slumping slightly. the boy that sat beside her was so genuine, so real. how could she act in front of him when he was nothing like the rest of the people in her life? “ i just -- ” she paused, biting her bottom lip before taking a giant leap of faith and leaning towards him, softly pressing her lips against his. her hand rested on his forearm as she lingered a moment longer.
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