"You like Castiel."
That statement was so out of the blue, the girl on the receiving end couldn't help but choke on her ice cream, earning herself a very intense brain freeze.
Mac was out with one of her closest friends, Rosalya, shopping. They had gotten tired and decided to sit in the shade and comfort of the cafe. They figured they'd might as well order some ice cream while they were there.
Mac turned her gaze to her friend, wondering why she'd ask something like that. No, scratch that. It was a statement, spoken like a fact. It wasn't in any way meant as a question.
"Wha-what?" Mac coughed, recovering from her brain freeze. Maybe she just didn't hear her right.
"Don't act coy." Rosalya smirked, "I've seen the way you two act together." She nudged her friend on the shoulder with a wink.
Mac just cleared her throat nervously. She didn't like where this conversation was going. "I don't like Castiel." She said bluntly, taking a big scoop of her cold desert, "We're just..." She paused before she said the word "friends." She wasn't quite sure of their relationship truth be told.
"Just what?" Rosalya leaned in closer, face smug. She scooted closer to her raven haired friend, eyes bright and dream like, "You know, they say if you have a crush on someone for longer then six months, it means you're in love." She practicably cooed.
Mac picked at invisible lint on her skirt while biting her lip, eyes down cast, mind racing, face burning; she was searching desperately for a way out of this conversation.
Coincidentally for her, her aunt decided to call her at that very moment. She didn't pay much attention to the conversation on the phone, she was just too relieved she was getting out of this awkward situation.
Once Mac hung up, she couldn't hide her smile of relief, "I, uh, have to get going." She tried but failed to sound disappointed, "I'll see you at school tomorrow! Bye!" Mac waved and ran off just a little too quickly. Very suspensions indeed.
Rosalya's eyes narrowed in thought. She knew her friend was just too stubborn to admit that she possibly had a crush. It was so painfully obvious. It was surly nothing to be embarrassed about. But then again, if she knew Mac, she knew she was either too shy or too stubborn to confess to anything.
And that's when Rosalya got an idea. From an outsiders perspective, it was an awful idea that had a huge chance of failing.. But that logic didn't stop her! Once the wheels in her head started turning, they never stop for even a second!
Of course, she had to wait to execute this plan. It was getting late, and her mother was getting worried.
Lysander was sitting out in the school garden, sitting under the cool shade of a tree, his note book open on his lap as he scribbled down idea after idea. He was having one of those day where his brain just materialized a whole storms worth of thoughts. His pen just couldn't get them written down fast enough.
The calm cool day just added to his relaxed mood. Of course, the peace and quiet was just too good to be true. He knew that with his luck—and choice of friends—it couldn't last long.
He sighed to himself when he heard someone approaching his favorite spot in the gardening club.
"Hello Rosalya." He said, closing his notebook the moment his platinum blond friend approached him.
She wasn't at all surprised that he knew it was her. She was probably the only one who bothered him while he was in his writing mood.
"Lysander! Just the guy I needed to see!" She didn't hesitate to plop down right next to him, "I was thinking the other day and I think I'll just come right out and ask. Does Castiel like Mac?"
The snow haired boy couldn't help but smile amusingly at Rosalya's bluntness. "Yes." He answered just as bluntly.
This sent the golden eyed girl over the edge with excitement, "Really? Did he tell you that? Oh, I knew he was really a big softy!"
"Er.." Of course Castiel didn't tell Lysander that personally, but it was still pretty obvious. The way his friend's mood changed whenever the raven haired girl was around, or the way he'd stare down Nathaniel when ever he saw the two together, as though glaring long and hard enough would set the student president on fire.
They were small hints, but Lysander noticed them, despite his friend's efforts to try to hide them.
But he didn't even try to interrupt Rosalya. It was pretty useless; she wasn't really paying much attention anyway.
"That's it!" She stood abruptly, startling the young man sitting next to her, nearly knocking him over, "We've just got to get those two love birds together!" Lysander could particularly hear her head scheming.
"Rosalya, what are you up to?"
The girl in question just smiled deviously, "Lysander," She beamed, "We're going to play cupid!"