Girl's Night Out [Piper]

[Alice Perette-Johnston]

Alice was sort of standing dazed in the middle of a slightly empty area, and giggled with glee when Piper came zipping up to her. “Hello Piper! You look beautiful too. Like a sparkly piece of jewelry, yes.” She nodded emphatically, reaching out to take her friends hands. She blinked when her knuckles bumped into a plastic box. She smiled.

“It’s a flower!” She said with wonder, gingerly taking it out of the box. The velvet skin of the rose’s petals glinted under the lights in the auditorium, and Alice smiled widely. “Piper, this is just beautiful.” She managed to figure out that it went on her wrist and she slipped it over her skinny hand. Holding her hand at arm’s length, Alice laughed allowed. “Just. Beautiful.” She threw her arms around Piper’s neck and hugged her tightly. “Thank you. This is going to be the greatest dance ever!”

[Piper Crumin]

Piper watch amusedly at Alice figuring out the way that the corsage worked. The music wasn't her cup of tea, but then again, Piper didn't really care about music. She wasn't the same kind of teenager that every other girl was. She knew nothing of pop culture or the music that played on the radio. Piper's favorite thing to listen to was her own heart as she raced and jumped.

Speaking of heartbeats, Piper couldn't help but feel a little bit of her heart speeding up in Alice presence. It wasn't that it did this all the time, (it had when she first met the pretty blonde girl) but the thought that Piper and Alice were on a date was a little... exciting. And terrifying. Exciting because this was really Piper's first date. Terrifying because it could possibly mean nothing to the absent-minded dream-walker.

"Yeah..." Piper smiled wearily. She and Alice were best friends, but she was scared of what Alice was thinking. After all, it had been Piper who asked Alice, but did Alice think that it was because they were friends.

"About that, Alice. I just wanted to ask, what... why did you agree to come to the dance with me? Did you feel bad for me or something?" Piper knew she wasn't pretty, and she wasn't exactly a charming girl, she was more... naturally furious, and it took her effort to be happy and be open. It was just the way that she was wired.

[Alice Perette-Johnston]

There was rarely much to worry about by way of Alice’s thought process, considering the most the blonde girl ever thought about was what the sounds around her tasted like or whether or not that damn mailbox was still following her. Other things weren’t really a concern for her, so she didn’t dwell on that. Still grinning at her corsage, Alice turned her dreamy green eyes to Piper.

“Should I feel bad for you, Piper?” Alice inquired, looking heartily confused. Did Piper hurt her ankle? Or was she particularly un-fond of the music? “I thought coming to the dance with you would be fun. You’re the funnest and prettiest girl I know.” Alice chirped, looping her arm in Piper’s. “Why would I bother coming if I wasn’t coming with you?”

It wasn’t exactly a profession of love, seeing as Alice hadn’t really ever had an feeling beyond pleasant amiability (to varying degrees) for anyone, but it was the closest Piper was going to get. Alice cared about her, enjoyed her company, and spoke the absolute truth. She wouldn’t want to be at the dance with anyone else but Piper Crumin.