Muse
Allison wasn't paying any attention. To her credit, she already knew all about the Nine Muses. And Lydia was wearing that shirt that always made Allison think of when they had gotten it... in the store with the big dressing rooms... She shook her head hard, coming back with the thought of What class is this?
She was glad it was Friday. They hadn't been on a date in too long. She tapped Lydia on the shoulder, whispering, "Russo's tonight?"
Lydia replied, "Pick me up at eight." Allison slid her hand over her shoulder slowly, leaning back with a smile.
Wrong
Lydia Martin was never wrong. When the beautiful new girl showed up in her Chemistry class, she thought, She'll be mine by the end of the year. The girl looked at her - her eyes widened, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and Lydia smiled confidently - and Lydia thought, Or sooner.
She was right, of course. Come Halloween, Allison arrived at Lydia's party dressed as the Robin Hood to her Maid Marian.
They were the school's power couple in every sense of the word. A model for other couples, a paragon of both beauty and respect.
Key
A sound often heard in the Argent household was that of a key in a lock. Allison was doubly careful to lock the door when she got home so that she and Lydia could get some warning for when her dad came home.
He wouldn't disapprove, but Lydia liked being able to sleep over whenever she wanted, liked that she and Allison could be in Allison's room with the door closed and no one would think anything more of it.
It was wesome, having her best friend also be her girlfriend. And that was how it was going to stay.
Trap
This was it. The trap had been triggered, and now Allison and Lydia were waiting for the boulder. It dropped down too fast, the rope fraying.
They had done it, saved everyone - except themselves.
"I love you," Lydia whispered, although it didn't make a difference. "You know that, right?"
"Of course I know that." Allison pulled Lydia close, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. "I love you, too."
"I'm sorry I couldn't figure out a way to stop this. If there was any other way-"
"Don't blame yourself." She kissed her, one last time, desperate, hands clenched tight.
India
One of the many languages Lydia spoke was Hindi. She explained it with "India is quickly progressing in math. It's practical." Allison had quickly learned to stop questioning the limits of her intelligence.
She would open up her locker and find a note with close to twenty languages, the only ones she could read 'Je t'aime' and 'I love you,' Lydia just around the corner.
Allison would whisper to her in French, and Lydia would respond in Hindi, or Arabic, or Italian, or any number of languages. And Allison would kiss her to stop the stream of unintelligible words.
I have enough prompts for six weeks, so I don't need anything else for now. I'm also doing this for a variety of ships, so check around. Updates Fridays, starting 2/14.
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