Come to the shell cave at seven of the clock, on Sunday night.
-W
Sighing, Irma stuffed the crumpled index card with vague instructions into her pocket once more. Her mind kept screaming Why! Why would Will pick the coldest day in the history of ever to have their date? Shaking her head she continued her trek to where her redhead awaited. Stumbling, she reached her destination, Will. The guardian leader had dressed for the occasion adorning stylish jeans, and a dark hoodie, whose color was indeterminable with the lack of proper light.
"My lady."
Will whispered in Irma's ear as she embraced Irma, before stepping back and offering a rose. The water guardian wanted to laugh, pretend that Will's show of chivalry was funny but in reality…well what girl didn't dream of a romantic dinner, with roses?
"There's a fire, it's worse than freezing out here."
This time Irma did laugh at Will's vocalization of her own thoughts, oh the irony, Irma followed her redhead to the edge of the shell cave smiling at the sight of warm blankets positioned a safe distance from the fire, along with two paper bags that proudly held the Silver Dragon's emblem.
"Chinese takeout, who'd have thought you'd be such a diehard romantic."
Irma paused for a moment, should she joke? Or would she ruin the moment? After what seemed like forever Will started laughing and took Irma's hand leading her to a nest of blankets and revealing Irma's favorite from the restaurant and two cans of coke.
"I wanted diner to be only about us, and I thought a trip to the emergency room would seriously kill the atmosphere. You have seen my mom's cooking right?"
Smiling, Irma couldn't restrain herself, she took a plastic spork from Will.
"Ahh, but you harbor secret mad crazy good cooking skills."
"No, no one must know!"
Jokes, they could do jokes. Witty moments together a light upbeat mood. This was why Irma loved Will there was no such thing as akward between them as long as they kept their clothing on. Her thoughts gave her a serious blush, and within moment Will sensed what she was thinking about, and her cheeks lit up.
"I'll take your secret to my grave."
Irma whispered attempting to bring back the lighter mood, alas once the meals were distributed there was a slight lapse into silence, until Irma shivered. The fire was providing light and warmth doing all that it should, still Irma was freezing. Will realizng her dates discomfort pulled a spare blanket from her backpack, before drapping it over Irma's shoulders.
"Thanks, I'll never doubt the romantic value of Chinese takeout and plastic sporks again."
Will chucked, her food forgotten and tossed to the side. Suddenly Will felt the confidence to give Irma one of the reasons she had chosen their location...blame it on the plastic sporks.
"I wanted to do some star gazing."
Irma watched Will lay down and rest her on the ground, before laying next to her redhead, and silently admitting that tonight would be a perfect night to view the sky.
"Do you even know the constellations?"
Will's head shook.
"I made my own when I was younger. See that one there? That one's Fred."
Smirking, Irma noticed a star almost linked to the one that she thought Will was pointing to.
"And let me guess, that one is George?"
Silence for a second. Then Will laughed.
"I'm telling Taranee you've read a book that doesn't have pictures!"
"No, you can't!"
Irma's smile matched Wills as they shifted the blanket to that both girls could share the warmth. Somehow Irma's head came to be resting on Will's shoulder and Will's left arm found it's way around Irma's waist.
"I'll take it to my grave."
Their eyes met, each of them waiting for the other to make a move, sadly the moment passed with no action, and they once again raised their eyes to the sky. As they stared up, a plane passing caught their attention.
"Make a wish."
Irma whispered, closing her own eyes for a moment, before opening them in time to catch Will staring at her.
"What did you wish for?"
Will's words seemed to be all that existed as Irma found the world fading away. All that existed was Will, all that mattered was,
"This."
And before Will could blink Irma's lips were upon her own. After the innocent kiss ended a devilish grin appeared over Wills countenance as she met Irma's eyes. Both girls were slightly out of breath, the moon catching their faces as the fire Will had started slowly flickered out. Neither girl seemed to noticed, or maybe they did and decided to keep the other warm.
"Well if your wish came true, maybe mine will too."
And Will captured Irma's lips.
I warned you.
Cliche out the wazoo!
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-greenshoelaces