Splinters: Part One

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"Can we go to Panda?" she asked sweetly, pulling on my arm.

I laughed. "Sure."

"Yay!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek.

We continued to eat until the bell rang and Collie and I both went to our next classes, anxiously waiting for the end of the day.

...

Nervously tightening my tie, I stared at myself through the mirror one last time. Instead of buying a suit, we ended up buying a new button-down long-sleeve shirt and a red tie. I didn't want Melissa to spend much money, especially after buying Ursa the $180 dress I'd picked out for her.

Once I confirmed to myself that I looked fine, I exited the bathroom and went downstairs. I could hear Melissa gushing over her oldest daughter.

"You look so gorgeous, Ursa!"

I smiled, entering the living room, I first saw her backside and even then, I knew she looked beautiful. Her hair was curled and fell down her back and shoulders. The red dress went down to just a little above her knees. She wore small, red heels that made her legs look... I didn't like it. That's too much skin.

But oh my gosh, when she turned around.

I mentally screamed at myself for going to the bathroom when she tried the dress on at JC Penny. If I had seen her before, I would've told her I didn't like it and went to go get something else, but it was too late for that now.

"Do you like it?" she asked me.

No. I didn't like it. I hadn't really taken into account how large her... breasts were until now. It's not like she was showing a whole bunch of cleavage, but you could tell she wasn't flat-chested in the least. The dress honestly made her look five years older than what she actually is. And then the makeup! That added an extra two years!

But I lied for her because I knew she felt pretty. She should always feel pretty though. Ursanne Pierson is one of the most attractive girls in the Freshman Class. I know this because of my friends. They don't make a move because of what she wrote in her diary and because Collie and Zech made it clear to everyone that she shouldn't be liked last year. I felt like that's not enough though. Just because of a stupid diary Ursanne wrote, that shouldn't be the reason why everyone hates her so much. It's too little. People would've gotten over it by now.

"Y-yeah," I said. "Yeah. You look really beautiful, Ursanne."

She smiled at me.

"I like this better than a regular suit, Braydo," Greg admitted.

"Me, too," I laughed. "The jacket makes it way too hot."

"You look good either way, Brayden," Melissa told me.

"You have to think that. You're my mom."

The room fell silent for a short moment. Everyone knew what I'd just said. It wasn't that big of a deal yet, though. I hadn't called her mom directly, but I said she was my mom. I knew she was waiting for the day where I do call her that rather than Melissa, though.

"Welp," Greg clapped. "I think it's time we take some pictures."

"Oh! Oh! Can I be in them?!" Net asked.

"Sure. Everyone can be in this one, but after, we have to take pictures of just Bray and Ursa, okay?"

"Okay!"

We all went to the other side of the living room for my space. We didn't need that much, though, because Odera and Isabeau were at a sleepover.

We took a variety of pictures before taking some of just me and Ursanne.