𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲-𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

Chapter Fifteen

"Uh.. not.. not exactly, no." Anne cringed, looking down. "Not.. not at all, actually.."

"Anne!" Mabel groaned, moving and falling back onto the bed. "I've been talking for five minutes!"

"I'm sorry! You just looked so.. wonderfully pretty in the sunlight, I must have gotten distracted!" Anne turned on her side, resting her head on her hand. "I-I mean, I-"

"Oh.. W-well, thank you." Mabel blushed, covering her face with her hands as she grinned to herself, her heartbeat increasing as the words played repeatedly in her head.

She thinks I'm pretty..

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"Oh, I'm so, so, so excited!" Anne whispered, practically bouncing in the seat beside Mabel.

Mabel chuckled, "I think you'll love it. I certainly do."

Edward sat beside Mabel, watching as her smile brightemed as she spoke to Anne.

He was happy for her, that she found such a close friend that could make her happy after her uncle took that away.

He wished she'd told mother and father about it.. but she wasn't ready. He respected that, but he certainly wished he could do something about it.

"Oh! Oh, it's starting!" Catherine said, excitedly. She hushed Anne and Mabel who sat beside her.

James and Mary sat a few rows in front of the kids, claiming they wanted their "alone" time.

As the lights dimmed in the theater and the familiar tune of the opening song played, Anne's eyes lit up with joy.

Mabel's arm rested on the arm wrest beside Anne's, causing her heartbeat to increase. Her face deepened a red shade, and she was barely able to focus on the recital she was watching.

The grin never left Anne's face as each of the dances continued on and on, the music increasing in drama with each musical number.

Mabel's heart skipped a beat as her pinkie finger brushed against Anne's.

Oh, how she longed to hold Anne's hand.. To walk down the street with her, smiling and laughing her day away.

She longed for Anne.. all of her. Her perfections, her "imperfections" that she always pointed out about herself.

Mabel simply couldn't see those flaws that Anne talked about so much.

She loved her hair.. it reminded her of winter days spent by the fire as it slowly faded into embers.

Her eyes were like.. oceans of water she could only dream about until she sees it herself.

Anne's freckles reminded her of the constellations lighting up the night's sky, brightening the world.

Mabel glanced over at Anne as she felt her hook their pinkies together.

Mabel sucked in a harsh breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to control her nerves.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Br- Just do it! Breathe and do it. What could go wrong? Do it!

As the tune of the dance of the sugarplum fairy began to play, Mabel pulled Anne's hand closer, interlocking their fingers completely.

Anne didn't look away from the dancers, but her smile brightened as she moved their arms from the arm rest to wrest on the velvet seats.

Mabel grinned to herself as she watched, though she was unable to focus on the show.

No, her thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

She liked how Anne's hand felt in hers. It felt.. right. Anne's hand fit into Mabel's perfectly.. Like this was how it was supposed to be.

For eternity.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

{ Word Count: 1040 }

{ A/n: MERRY, MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS! and HAPPY HOLIDAYS! also I'm sO soft for these girlfriends }

{ Edited: Nah }