A/N: Woohoo look who updated faster than she used to! I'm not dead guys...I still exist... Before anything, this chapter isn't a long one. It's kind of a filler chapter for what's to come later on. It's a short one but I still hope you guys enjoy it! Enjoy! (PS: past comments answered below as usual)
ALSO! I would like to announce that I launched a new MCL fic a couple of weeks ago! Sudden inspiration hit and I hope that you guys will give it a chance and let me know what you think! It's called SAY YES and I hope you all like it!
AND! Remember that super smutty version of Chapter 21 I promised you guys? Well it's up now! It's a one-shot titled "Instant Need" and it's full on Lysander & Skye in intense detail. Read at your own risk as it is rated R.
Okay that's all for now.
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Chapter 25: Christmas Eve 0.1
It was December 24th. Bridgette had made her special bacon, eggs and french toast for breakfast (and almost ate my share had I not walked in just in time to stop her). The porch had sweeping to do but it was her turn to get the snow off. It wasn't supposed to be a lazy day at all, but that sure was what it felt like for me. We planned to go to the mall in the next town and do some shopping for our friends. It was new to us having cash to spend on friends and ourselves. Usually, we saved up to buy gifts for each of us, parents included, but this wasn't the case. Both our parents emailed us that our gifts would be coming in the mail so we were to wait up for it. There was no hint of where either of them would be spending their Christmas, and we didn't ask.
We didn't want to know.
"Do you think she's pretty?" Bridgette asked halfway through the drive to the next town. She was examining her nails, while I tapped my foot impatiently against the floor of the car. "Dad's new girlfriend?"
"The one he left Mom for?" I asked.
"Obviously, who else would I be talking about?"
"No." I answered curtly. My tone must've come out harsher than I thought because Bridgette shot me a distasteful look. "No," I repeated, softer this time. "I'm guessing she's ugly. Because that's how you know it's really love and not just lust, in a way."
"Good point."
"That's how Mom would take it."
"Well, she must be taking it well." Bridgette murmured. "She's not in Vegas anymore, is she?"
"I didn't ask."
The rest of the ride was silent, and Bridgette had dozed off anyway. When we arrived at the mall, it was packed. I expected nothing less anyway. It was Christmas Eve.
"You didn't call Castiel to join you—I mean, us?" Bridgette quipped.
"Nope." I shrugged. "He wasn't answering his phone, but I would've if he did."
It was true. Castiel was probably ignoring me, but that wasn't like him at all. Nevertheless, I assumed that he had enough of spending all this time with me. I had seen him practically everyday, even to the point where I spent time at his place.
I joined Bridgette to look for gifts for our friends—not that we hung out with the same people at school, so we had to pretty much sweep through everyone we knew. The perks of having a twin was that you could just sign off each card with "Love, the Whitman sisters" to everyone, so joint gifts were an easy way out for us to save some cash.
In a couple of hours, I was just almost done. I hadn't gotten too many for everyone. I picked out a cute pair of earrings for Rosalya in amethyst; just like she liked it, charcoal drawing set for Violette, and a mystery crime book for Nate, whom neither Bridgette and I have seen in a while.
"Why didn't you and Nate happen, anyway?" I asked Bridgette. "I could've sworn you guys were a thing at one point."
"No." Bridgette shook her head. Her turned extremely solemn at such a simple question. "It's complicated. Way too complicated."
"It's always complicated." I joked, bumping her shoulder.
"No Skye," Bridgette locked eyes with me. Something in them told me she was hiding something. "It's really complicated this time."
I let it go. Bridgette would normally tell at the first time, but it was way more serious if she kept to herself.
Instead, I offered to help her find things to give to the rest. She was way closer to the others at school, meaning we absolutely had to gift them too. Bridgette had always been terrible at shopping in a sense that she blew all her money at one store for one person—two maximum—on something gorgeous with an unspeakable price. Of course, the one who had to swat her hand away from the $300 Swarovsky crystal studded hat (for Kim), the $500 Yamaha drum set (for Iris), and the $60 keychain (for Melody).
"B-But it's only 60 bucks!" Bridgette cried. "And it is so cute. It's a musical note, for Melody!"
"Keychains should not be 60 dollars!" Was I yelling? My fists were balled.
"W-Why not?"
"Just—because!" I demanded.
People in the shop were staring at us but we were both unfazed. This was typical Whitman twin banter.
Bridgette decided to wander off into the lingerie shop, where I was dragged to. Just to keep up my image for show, I feigned interest in even wanting to step in. But we both knew I was in love with cute underwear.
"Oh my God, Skye." Bridgette looked at me. "I know what you can get your boyfriend."
"What?"
"These!" She chucked a purple skimpy corset-type one-piece lace underwear at me.
"What the…" I peeled it off my chest. My cheeks were starting to tint with a rising blush. My twin sister didn't have the word "discreet" in her dictionary and probably never would. It was so thin, way thinner than a piece of paper. I felt like if I closed my fist it would just crumble away. "Bridgette, you know I hate the color purple."
"Yeah," she sighed. "But I don't, and it's cute."
"Then you get it!"
"Okay!" She snatched it away from me, beaming. "I wasn't actually going to let you get it, I was just waiting for a little nudge from you."
I rolled my eyes. Typical Bridgette.
We were skimming through the aisles of underwear, and it was overwhelming. One would think that there wasn't much to it; just bras and panties. But no, there was way more. Every single piece had immense detail, the change in fabric—lace, cotton, satin, you name it. Sequins, studs, intricate patterns, prints, ribbons, oh God it was like a Rosalya wonderland.
And I had to admit, I was definitely considering getting one for when Lysander comes back home…
"I hate to admit this Bridge, but help me out and pick—"
"Oh my God." Bridgette cut me off. "Skylar Whitman? The fashion expert? The girl who never lets anyone pick her clothes in danger of messing up to be burned at the stake if her look isn't on-point?"
"Stop mocking me." I groaned. "I still don't need help picking my outfits, I'm talented enough at that." It was true, I was more taken with fashion and the way I dress more than I'd like to admit, then I would act nonchalantly about it. No big deal. Only Bridgette knew it was a big deal.
"So what do you need me for?"
"Lingerie." I mumbled. "For…Lysan—"
"YES!" Bridgette was jumping in place. I had no idea where she got all that energy all of a sudden, and what poor soul she must have sucked it all out of. "Yes, yes, I know exactly what he'd want."
I furrowed my brow. "Should I be concerned that you know what Lysander wants?"
"Don't test me now." Bridgette waved her hand and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Just trust me."
And my God, was I right to trust Bridgette.
—
"Bridge." I breathed, looking in the mirror.
When I looked at her, she didn't seem to be able to speak either.
It was gorgeous.
It was white, all white. I was so used to being in black or gray, anything dark, that the bright color left me speechless.
The bottoms were mostly sheer, with an intricate white flower to cover the crotch area, but basically left nothing to the imagination. At the waist were satin garters that crossed over each other just once to go around exactly where my hipbones were to let them out along with my bare skin, then at the back came together in one satin bow. In my opinion, that was the best part. I was not one for intensely ribbony, stringy, lacy anything. This one was simple. The butt area, where I was surely lacking, was no problem. The strings were adjustable, so Bridgette helped me tie the bow more to hug the small buttocks that I had. The bra straps and its outline were made of the same satin garter. In the front, the underwire held my breasts in place, and the same sewn flower pattern covered each nipple while the thin sheer material kept everything in place. The lining was the satin garter, where in the back, it came to one cross and sealed by the little bow.
I was wearing a piece of artwork.
"S-Skye?!" Bridgette finally and practically screamed. "When did you get so skinny? Where did your baby fat go? I thought we were twins! I'm supposed to have lost it too!"
"Bridgette, you've always been the curvier one." I replied. "You're complaining now, but while I'm a B cup, you're a C, so please count your blessings."
Bridgette sighed. "True, but I would rather be keeping my boobs and have your 23 waistline. Together we'd be the perfect girl."
"Erm, we could've been one girl until something decided to make us twins…"
"Ha, I guess she would've caused too much trouble and broken too many hearts." She chuckled.
"I highly doubt that. Say something about the lingerie, please?"
"Oh!" Bridgette looked surprised. "I thought you figured that I have nothing to say about it."
"Nothing?"
"Nope, no comment."
"Why not?"
"Well because you're getting it, duh. There's no discussion needed. You're buying it and taking it home, and I couldn't give two shits about the price."
And that was exactly what I did.
There was a burning hole in my wallet after that $150 underwear set, but Bridgette was right. Even I knew in my own heart that I couldn't have left the store without it. It helped knowing that Bridgette bought the violet set too, so I wasn't alone on the spending.
By the end of the day, I was stuck with getting Castiel and Lysander gifts. Lysander was a tricky one, because I knew how easily he lost things, I wanted to get him something that he wouldn't be able to just leave anywhere. Castiel on the other hand, had everything. His parents showered him with gifts to compensate their absence, that much was obvious with one look at his living space. There were times gifts even repeated themselves, as if his parents couldn't even remember whether they got him something or not.
Finally, I settled on getting Lysander a brand new record player. He couldn't carry it around much to lose it, but he definitely needed one. His dingy old one was his fathers, and his father has been around for a long time from what I've seen in their family pictures. A part of me picture the two of us in his room again, with an old record playing maybe Phil Phillips or Billy Joel while he asked me to dance. And I would take his offer and his hand, let him sway me around, a steady hand on my hips and another one locked in my fingers. There, in his room, he would be the Lysander only I got to see. Stripped down from the coats, the ties, the dress shirt and the leather shoes. He would be in a plain fitted gray t-shirt that he wore to sleep, and black and forest green loose cotton pants that crumpled slightly at his ankles despite his height.
I wanted him to come home because while my mind remembered his touch, my body was forgetting his warmth.
There wasn't a single thing for me to get Castiel, that much I knew. So I did the best I could and bought a box at the supply store to fill it up. At the end of the shopping trip, I wiped the sweat off my brow. It wasn't easy getting gifts for someone who had everything, but I hoped this would be enough.
—
I took a look, hot shower before putting on my Christmas gown. It was very pretty, too pretty in my opinion. Held up by a thin strap around my neck, the halter dress hugged my body and covered my neck and exposed my back. Its emerald satin fabric was smooth on my skin, and I could not complain one bit about the perfect fit.
"I told you that dress would look good on you." Bridgette sized me up.
"Told you that would look good on you." I replied.
She stepped out in a luminous topaz gown. Multiple thin spaghetti straps held on to her shoulders, and the tight fit of the bust accentuated what curves she had.
We originally had no plans for this evening other than stay home and exchange gifts with each other, then hop in the car and drive around town dropping off our friends' gifts, but when we had arrived at our front porch, a little golden envelope was waiting for us.
"What could that be?" Bridgette asked me, bending over to pick it up.
"Can you ask that later?" I groaned. "I'm carrying things over here."
She completely ignored me and ripped open the envelope. "To Bridgette and Skylar Whitman, you are cordially invited to the Christmas Eve ball of the Bristol family. Please come in formal attire, as the festivities will begin at 8 o'clock on December 24th. We hope to see you there. Merry Christmas! From, The Bristols."
Bridgette closed the envelope. "Hmm…"
"A party." I said.
"By the Bristols." she nodded.
We both exchanged glances. All I could think about was Amber flouncing around in a fancy new dress.
"I'm not going." I shook my head.
"But Skye!" Bridgette shrieked. "Why not?"
"Because I hate Amber Bristol." I said curtly. "Now move before I drop all this stuff."
Once I was inside, Bridgette was still persistent.
"I know you hate Amber, but come on. It's a party. I bet everyone from school will be there." "Yeah, everyone but my friends." I rolled my eyes. Lysander, Leigh and Rosa were out of town, and Castiel was unreachable. Despite that, he would never step into Bristol territory even if you shaved half his head and trashed his house trying.
"Skye, you have other friends." Bridgette said. "Or you can make more."
"Yes. I can. If I suddenly felt like it." I shrugged. "I don't, by the way."
"I think I hate you."
"Take it back."
"Go to the party with me."
I closed my eyes and pressed fingers to my forehead. Bridgette started to beg.
"Oh God, stop that." I groaned. "Fine, fine I'll—"
"YES! YES YES YES Thank you Skye!" Her arms flung around my neck and sucked me into a tight hug. "You won't regret this."
"I'll hold you accountable for it…"
"I don't mind one bit!" Man, was my sister cheery.
But I shouldn't have judged. I completely forgot what I was saying about Amber and the Bristols earlier once I parked my car and laid my eyes on where they lived.
In fact, I was convinced that the Bristols were actually royalty.
And stepping inside, I was pretty sure I was right about that.
A/N: Hey like I said, this is a filler chapter! But finally the Christmas part is building up. I have to admit this, I'm still not sure where I want this story to be going because I flop around between the boys so so so much (SORRY LYS, SORRY CAS, SORRY SKYE) that I just can't pick! I THINK I have a storyline for one of them then suddenly I wake up and change my mind!
But it's obvious that the teams for Lys and Cas are so split up that it's basically a guarantee that people will be disappointed...But I will try not to have any regrets! I'm having a lot of fun with it, and I hope that you guys are too! See you next chapter!
Another thing guys, for those who message me encouragement in MCL and here in FF, thank you! I love it! You guys keep me going. I swear!
Comments:
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