~Faith~

The day after the Art Exhibition, I count the money donated to our cause; I had made a ledger to record our earnings on instructions by Mr. Roberts.

After I'm done with my work, I open my notes to study. I read my Biology notes for a while, when I'm distracted by a ping from my phone.

Mayabug1507

Hey

Hows that empty head
of yours feeling rn?

Haha I'm good now

Courtesy of Maya's forehead
kissies

Curing headaches for 17 years

Wyd rn

Bio

Pedigree charts, you know

Oh

Well wyd after

Why?

Got anything cool to do?

Boba?

Then we could go get tatted?

No, too wild for today

Sth lowkey...

Hmm, karaoke?

Also, wear something hot

I have a stellar idea

Can't wait :)

K, I'll come over

With 3 outfits

So you can pick the best

Pink?

YES, PINK.

♡♡

see ya

^-^

I close my books and play music on my speaker. I rummage through my wardrobe and pick out a nice baby pink outfit to wear.

I pull out my phone to text Eli.

1010elifaye

Heyyyyyyyyyyy

Ssup

Homework

Okay, we know you're smart

Stop flexing your capability
to study all the time.

Anyway, I need a favour

I'll owe you forever

I REFUSE TO ANY SEXUAL
FAVOURS.

(unless it's you who need it)

Jk...

Or am I

Quit being stupid

Do you have anything pink
to wear

Omg are you dressing me
up?

No

Do you?

Yea, I do

My dad loves pink

So whenever we go shopping
he chooses something pink

Okay

Wear it

And send me a picture

Bro this is such a cute picture

Yes, wear this

And meet me at this address in
an hour
📍Location

Okay

You're too demanding

What can I say

I'm a bully

;)

Bully me pls

'-'

Don't bring your car

Bye

Soon, Maya arrives with a literal rucksack full of clothes. We goof around for a while, trying absurd combinations, until we find a cool fit for her.

I swoon at the sight of her in the dress, my best friend is drop-dead gorgeous.

After we're done getting ready, I clap imaginary dust of my hands and exclaim, "OH MY GOD, WE'RE LITERAL PRINCESSES! LET'S GO ACT LIKE QUEENS THOUGH."

Maya grabs my car keys and sits in the driver's seat.

She drives us to a boba tea café, and I give the order for three hibiscus ice teas with passionfruit jelly poppers.

She looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, questioning "Three? Are you having two?"

I shake my head and say, "I invited a friend, if you don't mind."

She chuckles, "Of course not! I hope it's that cute boy who keeps looking at you in class."

I ask, "Who? They're prolly looking at you sis."

"Nah, definitely you. He's the one you got paired up with in French."

"Elliot Faye? Also yes, that's exactly who I invited."

"That's the one. So what's going on with you two?"

A voice behind me answers in a light voice, "I'm her husband. I love her more than anything on this planet and she is currently pregnant with my child."

I turn my head upwards to see Elliot smiling at Maya, with little dimples on his cheeks. His hands rest on the back of my chair. I lean back slightly, and the smell of his cologne hits me, giving me little jolts in my stomach. He looks down and I smile at his upside down face.

"Hi Elliot."

"Hi."

Maya clears her throat and announces, "I'm going to get our drinks, be back in a second."

I gesture for Elliot to sit, and he sits in the chair in front of mine, next to Maya's. We make small talk until Maya approaches us with the drinks, then sits down. We sip our teas silently, and Elliot makes small noises in appreciation.

He speaks between sips, "Holy...fuck...this is...good. Time to come here every single day."

Me and Maya laugh at his utter shock of having tasted something so delicious.

I comment, "There's also a little shop next door that serves you hot ramen to go in a Styrofoam box. We should get one."

Elliot asks Maya, "But where are we going?"

"Karaoke", Maya replies.

We finish our drinks, grab our ramen and sit in the backseat of my car, figuring out how to use chopsticks.

After a gruelling 15 minutes in battle for who gets the most noodles, Maya puts her weapon (chopsticks) down. She climbs to the driver's seat, kicking me and Elliot harshly in the process, and starts the car.

"Hello passengers, I'm your pilot, Maya. Get comfortable. Do not unbuckle your seatbelts until the plane has landed. Turbulence due to the fact that I suck at driving expected", Maya warns.

I share a look with Elliot and he genuinely looks concerned. I roll my eyes and reassure him, "She's kidding. Her mother is a driving instructor and refused to let Maya drive until she knew how to drive like Dom Toretto, minus the speed."

Elliot exhales in relief, but Maya swerves a little on the empty road to give him a scare. After driving for a while, we reach the karaoke box.

We rent a booth, and split the bill. We enthusiastically rush to the room. Inside, the lighting is completely red, and there's a couple of microphones connected to a karaoke system, a big screen over our heads. There are plush velvet sofas against the walls; the colour of the sofa is indistinguishable against the soft red lights.

Me and Maya sit down beside each other, opening the mini fridge under the seat and opening a couple beers. We hand one to Eli, and we chug our beers in the true spirit of teenagers. Then Eli grabs the mic and starts singing Loverboy by A-Wall. Soon, I join in while Maya throws pretend-cash at us.

Then, Maya sings. And she's terrible. By terrible, I mean she sounds like a strangled cat falling off the Eiffel Tower. Elliot almost spills his beer; he laughs raucously. We are all slightly drunk at this point. We continue singing songs and making fun of each other for a while, until I remember that I brought my camera in my purse.

I click pictures of Maya and Eli singing together, stuck together like two peas in a pod, unnoticed. Eli sees me eventually, and they both start posing. We all take turns with the camera and end up with loads of crazy pictures.

After taking pictures, we head out, arms linked and swaying.

A/N: 1100 words.
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