maybe i made limeade [REWRITING]

🍋 ch 7 🍋

april 12, 2022

"dad! can we please go to the beach?"

"not today aviana!"

"when can we go?"

"maybe next week?"

"you always say that, but we end up not going!"

"i'm promising this time!"

"fine."

"tonight's a party, and you're going with me."

"why?"

"because, i need a plus one."

"why can't crystal go?"

"she's on a girl's trip right now, so."

"okay, alright, dress code?"

"nothing that has a big slit or too short, and something that's long."

"okay, heels?"

"nothing above 6 inches. or you'll make me look short."

——later

at least, this dress won't be too much. i bought this, and it came in like last week. i didn't know what to do with it, but this is the perfect reason.

here's what the dress looks like:

that was the dress, here's the shoes:

that was my outfit for the party thingy that my dad wanted me to be at with him. i knew the boys would be coming, without their daughters. luke didn't have kids period. ashton has a young daughter, who's like 6. and cal has a daughter, who's like 10, so a little older. but not old enough for the party that they were invited to.

——later

"aviana! are you ready?" "yeah!" she yelled back down, careful not to trip on her heels. she made it to her door and breathed in and out then grabbed my phone, and left.

i was careful going down the stairs, and stopped halfway as i heard voices. i continued my journey and went to the bottom of the stairs.

"dad!?"

"yeah!" his voice floated back upstairs.

"i'm ready!"

"ok. ash, luke and cal are down there, i'll be down in a minute!"

"a minute my ass." i mumbled under my breath.

i walked into the living room, and all three were in there, suits on. luke had blue on black, cal was black on red, and ash had black on purple.

couple minute later, dad came down. black on black, his usual. i felt the only one who had color on. i mean luke did, but that wasn't what i counted. and all were wearing black shoes, and i had silver heels.

my hair was all up, with a lot of bobby pins, and makeup was on as well. "you look beautiful aviana." my dad told me, as he walked me out to the car.

later at the party, i was sitting outside for a bit, you know, a breather. no one came out for awhile, then a young guy came out and sat on the opposite side of the bench that i was sitting on.

he looked younger than 20, maybe 19? he looked like he was maybe 5'10"? maybe? just a thought honestly. he really didn't look in my direction, just looked up at the sky.

like he was looking at the stars, and i could see that he wiped his face with his hand. he was crying. poor guy. before i knew what i was doing, i was at least a seat away from him.

he didn't notice that i was there, at first. but then he felt presence and turned my way. he jumped, and scooted away a bit, and recollected his thoughts, and breath.

"i-i'm s-sorry, i-i'm not alway-ys like t-this." he looked down again. "hey, it's okay, to cry." i told him, and he calmed down.

"t-thanks." he muttered. "do you wanna talk about anything?" it was quiet for a second, then he started, "why are you talking to me anyways? for all you know i could be a serial killer." "but i know you're not. you're just someone who needed to get away from people."

"isn't that what you're doing?" he asked.

"i-mean yes."

he laughed a bit at that.

"you're also really fearless too."

"me?" i asked him.

"yeah, because people don't usually talk with other people, always on their phones."

"i mean you're not wrong." i told him.

"so who are you?" he asked.

"sorry, sorry too forward, my bad." he caught himself.

"no, it's alright, it's fine." i assured him.

"you look beautiful by the way." his eyes traveled up and down my dress, and all the way to the heels.

"so."

"so."

"i'm benson, and you are?"

"aviana."

maybe a start of a romance?

- ash 🤍🤍