A/N: Sorry, I meant to publish this the other day, but I had an appointment at the psychologist, my mom was worried about my tendency to isolate myself, but after listening to my mother explain that she knew I was about as normal as a regular kid without Asperger's and that she knew that the appointment was really more for her to feel that she didn't have to worry so much about me, the psychologist told her that she had 'overly-concerned-motheritis' (yes, he made that up) and that the next appointment should be scheduled for her. He was a cool, old dude, but he told us that I really don't need to see him again unless I really want to. Anyway, enough of my life, I'm going to update the next chapter tomorrow, and then I'll update the last one and the Q&A on Saturday(or Sunday depending on the football game), so this is going to end fairly soon, and then I'll get too really focusing on the spin-off, I like how it's going so far, it's going to be quite different from this one.
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Alice took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart that was beating far too fast for it to possibly be to any degree of healthy, as she tried to fix an imaginary problem with her hair
"You look great, so stop trying to fix your hair; you're just going to end up making it look bad."
She turned and glared at Amarissa, who was sitting upside down on one of the lounge chairs in the room and examining a vase of flowers.
"Amarissa, please be quiet, tonight is very important." Alice replied, looking down at her dress and wondering again if it was too much.
"She's right you know ... tonight ... he plans to propose." the two girls turned to see Lawrence leaning casually against the door to the room, where he certainly had not been a moment before.
"It is still so creepy how you do that." the now seventeen year old remarked, picking at the chipping black polish on her nails, showing off the deep blue underneath. She had been privy to the information of Lawrence being Alice's Butterfly, since shortly after the war.
"Quiet ... child." Amarissa poked her tongue out at him, getting a puff of smoke sent into her face.
"Would the both of you stop acting like children?" Alice asked them, hating how they seemed incapable of being in the same room as the other.
"Fine ... just tell her ... to behave." Lawrence said, gesturing at Amarissa, earning a glare from her, to which he replied with a smirk. Alice rolled her eyes at his teasing of the volatile teen; he had admitted once to Alice that he liked Amarissa, but would wait until she was older before doing anything about it, besides, he needed to figure out a way to make a relationship between them work, what with his far slower aging and all.
"Jerk." Amarissa retorted, before deciding that his teasing deserved her stomping out of the room as well.
"You know, you'd think she might have realized you like her already, what with how much like a little boy you act." Alice remarked, Lawrence raised a slender brow, "Well, most little boys, they tease the girl they like, so that she just thinks he's being mean instead."
"You humans make no ... sense." he then looked at her seriously, "He is going to ... propose tonight ... just so you know."
"But, you said you can't account for variables, what if he just suddenly changes his mind?" Alice replied, earning a certain look from the clairvoyant Butterfly that clearly said he thought she was being stupid, "Ok, I'm just, I'm just really nervous, ok."
"So I noticed ... you will be fine ... you look fine ... truthfully ... he wouldn't care ... even if you didn't." he told her, "Now go ... or you'll be late."
She dashed out the door, hurrying to her date with Cat, while Lawrence smirked and wondered where Amarissa had gone at.
Alice looked up at Cat, laughing at the joke he had just made and trying not to choke on her drink in the process. He had arranged a romantic dinner for them on one of the balconies of the castle.
"I see the new updates for the arm are very efficient." she stated, gesturing slightly to his left arm.
He looked at it as he raised his left green arm, "Yes, the new material is highly effective in responding quickly to the messages sent by the neurons, it's almost like it was never missing." he replied, smiling slightly at her.
Alice smiled a bit sadly, remembering how he lost the arm in that battle three years ago, Cat placed his other hand on her shoulder.
"Alice, please, you don't have to feel like that, I've told you not to for three years, and for how many more do I have to tell you that?" he asked, smirking at her.
She laughed a little, "Oh, I don't know, only about a few hundred dozen more."
He smirked, before suddenly standing and offering his hand to her, making her raise a single brow, "Care to dance?"
She laughed again, "You know, there's no music playing, don't you?" she told him before allowing him to pull her up and into his arms, where he swayed her back and forth.
"What do we need music for?" he asked back, dipping her carefully, "We've never needed it before."
"True." she replied, smiling as he pulled her back up and swung her out, going down to one knee as he did so.
"Alice-" he began.
"Yes." she answered before he could properly ask.
"I didn't even-"
"I already know, and yes, Cheshire Cat, I am far more than happy to marry you." she interrupted again, throwing her arms around him as he moved to stand again.
"Haha, couldn't even wait for me to pull out the ring, could you?" he asked, sliding said ring onto her finger.
"No, I couldn't." she answered with a little peck to her fiancé's lips.