For Firefly-class
Playing the Melody
Mia, drunk and laughing, rising her hands into the air and twirling and twirling until dizziness over comes her and he just knows she's going to fall. But then there's Letty. There's always Letty, and she reaches out and grabs for one of Mia's hands. And now they're both laughing, laughing and dancing around the back yard and he can't remember that last time he let himself be so carefree.
Vince in next to him on the porch, leaning on the railing as he watches the two dark haired girls dance around to the music drifting from the house. They're too young really, but his father's away. And when he is there he pretends that he dosen't know that his son lets his fifteen-year-old sister and her slightly older friend drink when he's gone. They are happy and home and safe from harm and dancing round in silly sleeping shorts and tank tops.
His sister's is purple and has eeyore on it and she and her friend are singing to each other. Holding hands and spinning round and around as they each begging the other to, "Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies, tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies'.
Then his sister is pulling free and prancing and jumping over the lawn to where he and Vince are standing. She scoops up one of the bottles she'd carefully put by the step and sticks out her tongue at them. It's blue like the drink she's picked up. It's all sweet and sugar and she says it tastes like freedom and he thinks that when she's drunk his sister quite probably looses her mind. She just laughs and tries to tug Vince out into the yard then gives up and bounces back to her still dancing friend.
Vince casts him a look, and he shrugs. They've both been drinking too, they're not drunk but are in that happy warm place were silly ideas seem like good ones. And the two girls are so happy and part of him wants that. So holding his bottle in one hand he follows after his sister, Vince only a step or so behind him and Letty is laughing and smiling.
Her hair is still damp and carries the scent of vanilla from where she washed it and it hangs down her back in a thick braid that has made her tank top wet. She's laughing and dancing and singing, "I could be your favourite girl forever, perfectly together, tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet?"
And he can't help it, he's too caught up in the moment so he takes her by the hand and twirls her round. The way she giggles makes her sound younger and more sweetly innocent than he ever thought she could be. He can smell the combination of corona and tequila on her breath, and knows he shouldn't but can't help but like it. She can drink like one of the boys and you have to respect a girl who can hold her liquor.
Then she's dancing away from him, laughter on her lips and her eyes sparkling and it's only as she raises the bottle to her mouth that he realises she's stolen his corona. He is quickly after her and she squeals in shocked surprise when he catches her by the waist and spins her around. Somehow she has enough presence of mind to keep hold of her stolen drink.
Her back is presses against his chest as he wraps his arms around her and he can feel the dampness of her hair soaking into his shirt. She's laughing and crazy, and as she throws back her head to sing he thinks he could maybe fall in love with her one day.
(A/N) This wasn't the easiest prompt to work with and the whole thing is kind of silly, but having said that I rather like it. The first one to name both songs the artist who sang them will have the next drabble dedicated to them.
Lamanth xx