• Fallon's POV •
Falcon's Spring Fling was in two days so I decided to take her out to the mall to do some shopping for her prom dress. "You really think he won't reject me?" Falcon asks me out of the blue while we were walking through the rows and rows of dresses in the boutique. "Fal, relax. You never know, if you don't ask, you might not even have a chance." I pull her closer to me as I put my arm around her neck, "Furthermore, he has already agreed to go to Spring Fling with you, right? That's a good start." I reassured her. "True." She nodded her head in agreement. "Or you could give me some details and I'll help you do my research." I jokingly said. "What?" She laughs. "I don't mind." I shrugged, looking through a few dresses that have caught my eye. "I don't think you have to. For all I know, he's a good person. I've known him since my first day at school, I don't wanna think too much about it after you talked to me." "Even better." I said, taking one of the dresses off the rack and got her to try it on. She laughs, taking the dress from my hands and went to try it on. I waited outside the fitting room, checking my texts.
From Dad:
Where are you and Steven? Beverly Hills?
To Dad:
Yes. Cristal called us over. She told us about Falcon, we're happy about it.
From Dad:
Sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier, I thought you guys would be mad.
To Dad:
Mainly shocked but now it's almost as if we've known her forever. And can she move in with us?
From Dad—
Great. But no, she can't. She worked her ass off to get into Hollywood Arts, I don't want her to give up on it. I don't think she wants it too.
To Dad—
Alright, I got to go. I'm helping her get her prom outfit.
She walks out of the fitting room wearing the dress. It was a royal blue dress, with sequins and diamonds diagonally across below her chest and continues wrapping around the rest of the upper half of her body.
"Do you like this one or do you want to try other on others that are not dresses?" I walk closer to her.
"I like this but I don't think I want to go to that prom wearing a dress." She tells me, "You know?"
"Alright, how about a crop top, Hawaiian skirt and with a cowboy hat?" I gave her a suggestion.
"Heck yeah." Falcon nods eagerly. We got the stuff and went to get some frozen yogurt since she wanted some.
"So- what's the guy's name?" We sat down at a table at some yogurt place.
"Who?" She asked. "Oh, you know who. Your prom date." I teased.
"He's name's Be- oh my god he's behind you." She tried hiding her face while I turned my head to look behind. Guess it didn't work because he came to our table.
"Hey, Falcon." He waved, giving her a smile.
"Oh, uh hey." She stuttered.
"Oh, hi I didn't see you. You are?" He turns to look at me. "I'm Fallon, Falcon's sister. Hi." We shook hands. "Oh, I'm Beck." He introduced himself. "I shall not interrupt further. See you on Monday for the Spring Fling, yeah?" He gives her a hug, they said bye and Beck left with his frozen yogurt.
"Dude, he might ask you out." I playfully nudged her.
"Him? Ask me out? He's the Hottie of Hollywood Arts. What am I? Some awkward bitch that no one knows we're even friends because I dare not hang out with him in school." She scoffed.
"Don't say that. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, they're screwed. They need to know you're a Carrington that belongs in the Carrington family. Besides, I can tell from how he looks at you, he's so into you." I smack her hand.
"There's this weird guy in school, Sinjin Van Cleef, you know. Like just weird." She starts laughing.
"How weird?" I arched a brow at her.
"He collects food that he 'chewed but never swallowed and stuck them on his locker with industrial adhesive'. What in the world?" She cringed.
"What the-" I nearly chocked on my frozen yogurt, "Weird."
"But then, though he's weird he's also a nice person." She explains further.
"Bruh, what? Okay. Any other weirdos?" I ate a mouthful of the frozen yogurt as I ask.
"Robbie Shapiro. He goes everywhere with his puppet who gets extremely offended when someone calls his puppet, a 'puppet'." She starts laughing, probably at the thought of it, "I find him creepy, he'd be looking at girls' asses but then the teachers don't find anything wrong even though it's so obvious?"
"Ew." I cringed, "Be wary."
"Sure. I'll tell Beck about him." She laughed.
"I'm very serious. He's a perv, I swear." I roll my eyes.
"I'm serious too, I'll let Beck know to keep an eye. He may be just a friend but he's really protective over me for some reason." She rolls her eyes back at me, jokingly.
"Aw, bingo. I told you. He is into you." I chuckled.
"I'm very sure he has a crush. Alright?" Falcon sighs.
"You said pretty sure, not a hundred percent." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"Enough about that. I can't control anything. I would very much rather talk about weirdos in Hollywood Arts than Beck Oliver, please." She shook her head, laughing.
"Very well then. Anyone else that's a weirdo?" I ask.
"My acting teacher. He teaches barefooted and is obsessed with coconuts." She tells me.
"Pfft. Oh-okay." I started laughing hysterically after I heard what she said.
"Sis, I'm serious!" Falcon tries containing her laughter but fails miserably.
Her phone dinged. She picks it up from the table and read a text, I think. After reading the text, she puts her phone down and she's been smiling to herself. "Who was it?" I nudge her arm, asking as we walk out of the place, "Was it Beck?" "Yes, yes. Quit teasing me." She groans, "He wants to FaceTime but mom's gonna see me doing that and think we're dating." "Cristal doesn't know you guys are friends?" We walked into a CD shop and she starts looking through the different CDs and DVDs. "Uh, she knows but- given the way he always teases me, it's going to lead to mom pressing me for an explanation on our relationship." She picks up an album from the shelf, holding it. "Don't think too much of it, if the two of you end up going out, just let Cristal and Dad know. I'm sure they trust the two of you, Beck's a good guy, I'm sure you can tell. I can tell too." I reassured her.
[ UNEDITED ]