Evangeline was never the most extraverted person. Considering that, she and Warren should make good Mad Science partners, right?
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Spark - Chapter 6
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Evangeline woke up somewhat nervous. This was going to be a big day, she could already tell that. It was somewhat early for a Saturday when she didn't have ballet, but Evangeline attributed it to her mind's wakefulness. She went down to the kitchen, grabbing a box of cereal, a bowl, and a spoon before sitting down at the counter. Evangeline poured her bowl but sat, stirring it around in the bowl. Edward looked at her after grabbing his toast from the toaster. "What's up with you?" he asked, taking the seat next to her.
"I guess I'm just nervous," Evangeline took a small bite of cereal.
"What's there to be nervous about?" Edward poured two glasses of water from the glass pitcher and handed her one.
"I just don't know what to expect," she shrugged a little.
"Well, it's basically dancing, girls wearing dresses, guys wearing tuxes, some refreshments; sort of like the movies with less blood and drama." He flashed a smile at her. "Don't be nervous."
"But, Ed…I just don't know what to do." She took a sip of water before continuing. "Do I wear a nice dress that you wouldn't wear to some big event or a big, fancy ball gown? Do I do my hair up all fancy or just sort of wash it and brush it? Do I do normal makeup or ballet performance makeup? I guess I'm just…confused." She began to stir her cereal around again.
"Don't worry about it. If you like, you can even do the whole trying on dresses thing and you can show them to me."
Evangeline looked at him. "Even though you're going to despise it?"
"Yes, I knew that I would, but anything for my little sister." Edward ruffled her hair.
"You've seen something, haven't you?" That's the only reason Edward would do something he would completely hate was because he knew something would happen. Whenever they were little, that's how it worked. He would do something that made no sense to their parents or Emmett and Evangeline, but it'd always work out.
Edward looked at her. "Now, what makes you think that?" Evangeline watched him calmly before lifting her finger, with a thing of butter following her finger. She set it down in from of him. Edward sighed, spreading it on his toast. "It wasn't very clear, just a lot of noise and laughing. I promise you that you will have a good time."
Evangeline sighed softly before taking a few more bites of cereal. "So, let me guess. No hints for what I should do?"
"Not a one." She looked at him, trying not to glare. "Sorry Evi. I wasn't born with a female mind."
"Its fine," she put her bowl in the sink. "Maybe I'll just call Samantha and ask her."
"Please do," Edward sounded hopeful. "I love you Evi, but you know I can't stand little fashion shows."
"I know Edward." She gave him a small hug and headed to her bedroom. Evangeline sat down on the edge of her bed and picked up her phone.
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"Sam, are you sure?" Evangeline asked, pulling her hoodie back on. Samantha rolled over on her stomach on Evangeline's bed.
"Evi, you look fantastic in it! Don't be so doubtful," Samantha muttered, pulling at her bracelet. "Honestly, people would have to be crazy to not think you look hot in it."
"I don't know, Sam…" Evangeline put the hanger on the closet door frame. "I mean, I've never been to a dance before." She sat on the edge of the bed.
"Seriously?" Samantha looked at her. "Well, don't over do it on the hair. Like, you've seen all those prom movies, right?" Evangeline nodded as Samantha sat up straight. "Don't go that far. Leave your hair down. Don't go as far as ballet makeup. That's just frightening." Samantha got off of the bed and began to dig through Evangeline's closet. "How much taller than you is he?"
"Oh, well…maybe about five inches," Evangeline responded, looking down at the ground.
Samantha sighed and ruffled things around in the closet. "Geez – don't you own more than five pairs of shoes?" she commented, shifting more around. "Ugh, this is more difficult than it should be!" After a few more minutes, Samantha resurfaced, holding out a pair of silver heels with a cloth crisscrossing from the front strap to the ankle strap. "Youwill wear this dress with these shoes. I'm going to go ahead and leave and you'll go ahead and start getting ready." Samantha placed the shoes on the chair next to her bed, and then looked at Evangeline's hair. "Your hair is wavy, right?" Evangeline nodded. "Don't straighten it. You'll look fantastic. Get Edward to take a picture so I can see what it looks like." Samantha gave her a small hug. "Have fun!" She grabbed her purse off the floor and headed out the door.
Evangeline looked at the dress, the shoes, and the door. Sighing, she stood up and went to the bathroom. She only had about two hours now until Warren would pick her up. Evangeline turned on the shower, let it warm up, while she sat a few things out on the counter. It didn't take her long; she was anxious enough that she did everything faster. She wrapped a towel around her body before grabbing a pair of simple, plain clothes for the time being. Her hair would be a challenge. Most of the time, she just brushed it straight, but, per Samantha's instructions, she went ahead and coaxed it into a nicer looking wavy pattern. Evangeline glanced at the small clock. She yanked out what little amount of makeup she used everyday and put it on. She snuck past Edward, making sure he didn't see her as she grabbed a snack, and went back up to her room. Finally she swapped the plain clothes for the dress and put on her shoes and threw her cell phone and some lip gloss into a small white purse and fastened a small, silver and crystal necklace around her neck.
"Evangeline!" Edward's voice came up the stairs. She sighed and looked in the mirror on her wall before going towards the stairs. Warren stood at the bottom of the staircase. For a moment, she was stunned and just stood out of sight of Edward and Warren. He looked more handsome than normal. The black and white tux was amazing on him, doing something that Evangeline couldn't understand to how he looked. His hair was down, as it was most of the time. Snapping out of it, she went down the stairs.
Warren couldn't believe it when she was finally in full sight. Her dress was white with black lace on the top and small black embroidery on the skirt. Her hair was wavy. She was having the same effect on him that he'd had on her. Warren smiled at her. "You look beautiful."
Edward shifted slightly. Evangeline glanced at him. He was also in a tux, but was still her brother. "Well, I think I'm going to go ahead and leave…I'll see you guys there." Edward smiled at them as he shut the front door behind him. They looked at the other for a moment before looking at the ground shyly.
"You really do look beautiful," Warren said, not looking up.
"And you look great in your tux," Evangeline supplied softly. They stood like this for a moment before Warren looked up and moved one of his arms forward, holding a box.
"I…well…" Warren didn't know how to put it. Evangeline looked up. The box held a corsage with a small white flower. "Well…it's sort of Layla's specialty around this time…" Evangeline smiled. Warren stepped forward, being careful as he put it on her wrist.
"Thank you," she smiled.
"So, shall we?" he held out his arm. She laughed a little but accepted his arm. They made sure to lock the door behind them as they headed for the Sky High bus stop. A few other students stood there, but paid no attention to the school's most infamous pyro and whoever he was with. Warren and Evangeline held hands as they waited anxiously. The bus, rather than being filled with teens clad in jeans, was bursting with guys in tuxedos and girls in dresses. The two picked one of the few empty seats. Warren kept Evangeline's hand in his. His skin felt warm against hers; Evangeline attributed this to his power. When the bus landed, most people went into the school as quickly as they could. Edward had been sitting a few seats in front of them; he glanced back as he got off the bus, smiled at them, and continued in. Warren's friends waited for them near the bus parking.
"Warren!" Will's voice could be heard over the talk of people meeting up with their dates. Warren held Evangeline's hand tighter so he couldn't loose her.
"Hey Will, Layla, Zach, Magenta, Ethan," he nodded to them.
"Hey Evangeline!" Layla smiled warmly.
"Hi Layla. You did a fantastic job," Evangeline held her wrist with the corsage up.
"Oh, it was nothing." It was like she couldn't stop smiling.
"We should get inside," Will gestured to the door.
"You guys go ahead," Ethan said. "I'm going to wait for my date." Zach and Will shrugged and the group headed towards the door. When they reached the gym, music came blasting out the doors. People filled the center of the room, dancing. A few stood near a table holding drinks. The few wallflowers lined the edges of the crowd, not moving at all and scanning for other singles or wallflowers to take a risk on. Will and Layla went out to the dance floor, followed by Zach and Magenta. Warren glanced at Evangeline and nodded towards the group of dancers. She smiled and they went towards the edge of the group.
"Just don't pull out any fancy ballet moves on me," Warren teased her, smiling mischievously.
"I'll try not to," she replied, equally as teasing in her tone. It was rather awkward at first, especially since they were trying to impress the other. It got easier as time passed, songs changed from upbeat to upbeat, with a few slightly slower ones thrown in, and their comfort levels were being reached. Edward would occasionally glance over at them from wherever he'd floated off to; his mind was still vexed by that feeling that it wouldn't end well, but he simply dismissed it as brotherly protectiveness. After a time of upbeat, fun songs, a slow song came on.
"Well, this is one of the last dances of the night. The buses are waiting and we'll see you guys Monday!" the student DJ boomed through the speakers. The two stood shyly for a moment, glancing at the ground before the other. Slowly, they stepped together. Warren took her right hand in his left and placed his right hand on her back. Evangeline put her left hand on his shoulder. It was a little strange for a moment as they weren't quite sure how to do this without looking like an idiot.
"Sorry," Warren apologized, grimacing a little. "I never took a dance class."
Evangeline glanced at their feet and looked back up, smiling. "It's fine…I'm not very good at anything but ballet." For a moment, both of them glanced at the floor, and then slowly inched closer. They looked at each other before Evangeline gently rested her head on his shoulder. Warren didn't mind in the least. Their movement became less awkward and more natural.
Help me, Lord, I thought I found it
Just like a dream turned out all wrong
Don't feel the same madness about me now
Don't feel the hurting when I'm gone
Don't feel the wonder or the sweetness
Don't feel the aching need to share
Don't feel the way I feel without you girl
Just the flowers in your hair
Warren glanced over at Will and Layla briefly. They were probably the most comfortable pair in the whole room. He looked away, back down at Evangeline. Her eyes were shut. She looked…sweet and beautiful. Those were the only words he could summon up from the depths of his mind.
Should I never look into your eyes again
Should I never want to make the call
Should I never need you like my only friend
Or should I read the writing on the wall
It's just as simple as a feeling
Just as simple as these cards
Why do I feel so god damn complicated
Don't feel the aching need to share
It keeps coming back without you
Just like a boomerang through my heart
And cursed cupid even found me alone
Into the wound another dart
Should I never look into your eyes again
Should I never want to give my all
Should I never need you like my only friend
Or should I read the writing on the wall
"Evangeline," Warren whispered close to her ear. Evangeline opened her eyes, lifted her head, and looked up at Warren. Slowly and unsure, he leaned forward. Not even thinking Evangeline did the same. Their lips touched briefly. It felt like there was a spark between their lips. They both pulled back for a moment, eyes still closed, but they leaned back in, kissing more frequently as the sensation of the spark become more and more familiar.
And all of these themes
Hoping our dream would fall together
Never to be, if only one dreamer dreams of love
Help me, Lord, I thought I found it
Just like a dream turned out all wrong
Don't feel the same madness about me now
She loves to hear the sadness in my song
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