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Pulling on a pink top, I cover my body with a leather jacket. Combing my hair, I look at myself in the mirror, Mortis' voice echoes from the other room:
“Bibi, are you ready?”
“I'm coming.”
Mechanically popping a piece of gum into my mouth, I run out to meet Mortis.
“Kiss her already,” he pats me on the back, smiling gently.
I feel goosebumps running down my spine at the very thought of it.
“Don't worry, I'll be nearby. With Frank,” Mortis says, jingling the keys in his hand. “Let's go!”
The club was blurring in color, and the music was coming from everywhere. Collette sits next to me, and I watch her lips closely, trying to hear what she's saying.
“But don't you think I'm weird?” Collette leans forward, her cute gap between her teeth showing as she raises her voice on the last word.
“I have a whole universe created in this notebook...”
Casting a confused look at me, she didn't wait for a response and reached for the bag on her shoulder.
“I think it's a little crazy and...” Collette was flipping through the pages of her sketchbook, showing me something. I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, and the bright pink lighting in the club made it even harder to concentrate.
I can't take my eyes off her lips and finally realize why.
The music blasts from the speakers, my heart picks up the rhythm.
“Collette.”
I'm breathing heavily and my cheeks are hot when she finally looks up at me. Her eyes are still excited, darting to the sketchbook, the disco ball, her hands, and... my lips. As if to ask again, “Don't you think I'm weird?”
And before I pull her into a kiss, I say, “No. I think you're pretty cool.”