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[elizabeth-mitchells]

50 VanTai

50.  “Does my hair look sexy pushed back?”

“Maybe we don’t have to skip prom, you know?”

Van’s words made Taissa laugh wholeheartedly. She was lying on her bed, watching with a fond and amused smile as her girlfriend paced her bedroom, entertaining herself by playing with every little trinket and object that caught her attention in the room. 

“Oh, really?” Taissa said, knowing full well what the answer would be. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck no,” Van snorted. “But! I was just thinking…”

“That’s usually bad news…”

“Oh, fuck off,” Van laughed and nearly blushed as if Taissa had actually flirted with her, which, in the dynamic of their relationship, maybe she did. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted… I think we would’ve looked great going to prom together.”

Taissa was quiet for a moment, really taking her time to process the information and picture that scenario in her mind. Of course they would look amazing, she had no doubt in her mind about it. Picturing that was the easiest part. The difficult thing was letting her mind wander to the dark half of that thought, to the reasons why they couldn’t go to prom.

Not the reason why they didn’t even want to go, it wasn’t exactly a major interest for either of them. But the reasons why they couldn’t, why it wasn’t safe, why it wasn’t allowed for the two of them to show up to prom, hand in hand, wearing similar suits that matched just well enough to satisfy Taissa’s perfectionism and yet were original enough to satisfy Van’s personality.

They would be unique, they would be the best couple at a party made up of a majority of couples that wouldn’t make it past the first half of the party, let alone the weekend, and let’s not even talk about making it past graduation. That wasn’t them. They could make it. They were in love. And,

“We’re too good for prom anyway,” Taissa said.

She moved off the bed slowly, suddenly feeling the need to be close to Van and, thanks to the privacy of her own home, did not need an excuse or a way to hide it.

“Yeah, dude, I know that, but you are missing out on seeing me in a suit,” Van argued, still smiling as if there were no terrible reasons to explain their absence from the party. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of Taissa’s room and made a pose that was endearing and amusing enough that not even Taissa could fight off a smile at it.

“You’d stay just as annoying,” Taissa retorted. She softened as soon as Van turned to face her. “And you’d look amazing,” she added.

Van’s grin made it absolutely worth it.

“Oh, yeah?” she said, all smug now, “What about a bowtie?” She accompanied her question with her hands gesturing around her neck, fixing an invisible bowtie.

Taissa made a show of wincing at the idea, right before shrugging and stepping just a little closer. “Kind of cute, to be honest,” she said.

“What about my hair?” Van asked. Her eyes were sparkling and she followed Taissa’s lead to close the distance between them. “What should I do with it? Would it look sexy pushed back?”

When Van raised her hands to play with her hair, Taissa couldn’t hold her laugh any longer. She finally stepped into Van’s personal space and asked, “You fucking dork, can you just kiss me?”

The last few words were mumbled against Van’s lips though. Van didn’t need to be told twice or even hear the full question. She couldn’t care less about prom or when they would finally get to go out hand in hand in their suits and matching smiles. She would be happy anytime, anywhere, as long as she got to be the one that made Taissa Turner laugh, as long as she could taste that blissful laugh in her kiss.

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