APPLE FESTIVAL DAY THREE. PART FOUR.
"WHAT DO THE STARS TASTE LIKE?"Yona quietly questioned, leaning back in her seat to gaze up at the sparkling star dotted inky night sky. It's not what she meant to say but it'll do.
"I think we need to talk." Gola replied with a sigh, sitting up in her seat. The air between the two sisters had been far too thick to breath. Gagging even. There throats clogged with unspoken words neither of them dared to do much as whisper. "One of us could die. Or both of us."
"I'd like to imagine that they'd melt like sugar on my tongue." Yona stated still gazing up at the stars, her voice growing hoarse.
Gola rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little exasperated at the way her sisters behavior even though she knew where all this was coming from.
Fear.
This was how Yona copped situations too big for her to handle. Things that weighed too much to hold. She ignored them. She pretended that they weren't happening.
Even when they were crushing her.
"This isn't the same as when mama died. We can change the outcome, little bear. We can't just ignore that this is happening."
This is different. We have a fighting chance.
"I can't stop him, Gola." She whimpered, locking her wet eyes with her sisters wide ones. "What do the stars taste like?"
"I'll let you know when I destroy the stars with my bare teeth. And claw out the fates they've arranged for us." Gola fiercely told Yona, wiping a falling tear from her cheek and giving her shoulder a tight squeeze.
"I got you a coke, I hope that's ok." Beau interrupted, handing Gola a bucket of extra buttery popcorn and a cherry coke. She gave him a reassuring warm smile while taking the snacks she had no intention of eating do to lack of appetite.
"The movie is about to start, Ethan is waiting for me." Yona mumbled, jumping out of the car before Gola could protest.
There was silence. Gola stared ahead at nothing in particular and Beau contently stared at her while she did so until a group a teenage girls Gola quickly recognized as her peers from school surrounded the car.
"You were amazing!" One of the girls with a wide faltering smile complemented her on her performance. Katherine.
Katherine or nicknamed kathe, was a always smiling. Always. It was unsettling because her smile rarely ever reached her those watery aqua blue eyes. Which meant her lips were always lying.
Gola didn't feel as though she had friends. But if she did kathe definitely was one. Perhaps the only one.
There friendship was at the stage where they weren't actually friends yet. They wanted a friend in each other which was the first step to friendship though their relationship had yet to deepen. They'd yet to share secrets or lean on each other's worn shoulders. And they most certainly hadn't taken off their mask yet.
Though they'd recently started giving each other awkward complements. So they'd at least they'd begin chipping at each other's walls.
"Yeah, I had no idea you could dance at all but that was something else." Her assumingely best friend added, nodding in agreement to the previous statement made.
"Too good." Nyx added. It wasn't above a whisper and it wasn't a complement. There was suspicion written on her dramatized features.
Beaumont looked up at Nyx with surprise. He'd blinked multiple times as if testing the theory that she was actually standing before him.
Nyx looked equally surprised to see him. In the car with me. She cocked a thick eye brow in silent inquiry.
To which Beau replied with a shake of the head no. Their conversation without words continued drew out longer but Gola pretended not to notice any of it.
"You guys are too sweet."Gola shyly took notice of her hands, doing her best not to smile ear to ear like an idiot.
It was her first time dancing in front of a crowd. Even if she got possessed by some demon with unreal talent she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed that they'd seen her dance. Or thought they'd seen her dance. "Wanna come with us to get dresses for the festival? We could go out for lunch after? Does free food sound good?"
The group of girls nodded eagerly at the prospect of free food.
"See you in school." One of them shouted back as they all walked away chatting excitedly.
Beaumont's eyes trailed after Nyx. Gola pretended not to see this either.
"Why didn't you drive black beauty?" Gola asked holding back a chuckle at what he called his car. He and black beauty were inseparable. She'd thought that would've liked to show off the hunk of metal at the drive in movie.
"I thought you'd like the fifties convertible cherry mustang. You look like a cherry mustang kinda girl." He chuckled chewing on peppermint piece of gum.
"And just what does that look like?" Gola snapped back, amused.
For a moment he was silent. Genuinely thinking. "Uh." He stammered, placing his arm behind Gola's back. "Like a girl who loves her converse and cherry coke. Like an Angel who wants to ride through the night with the windows down."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Taking Beaus arm from behind her and unkindly throwing it back at him. Trying unsuccessfully to hide the way her heart sped and her face heated.
I won't fall prey to his charms. He's only a different kind of dangerous than the shadow prince. In the end they play the same game.
Beau saw anyways and gave a cocky smirk at her reaction.
Her smile waned when she looked at the massive outdoor movie screen.
Levi gave her the same knowing cocky smirk that Beaumont had just given her seconds ago from inside the screen.
Gola had feeling that Richards wasn't secretly movie star in his spare time but reassure herself she turned to Beau to see if he'd any reaction to seeing seventeen year old appear in a movie filmed over fifty years ago.
The whites of Beau's eyes were no where to be found. Instead his eyes were pitch black abysses.
Gola wasn't afraid of him in this moment. Just annoyed.
