Ava sat down in Vincent's lap again. He put his hands to her hips, and began rubbing her back.
She sighed, picking up her coffee and taking a sip, "What happened?" she asked Danté.
"I let her down." He said slowly, tracing the pattern on the cup with his thumb. "I missed the play, after I told her I would go." He paused, looking at them with cautious eyes. "What happened to you two?"
Ava stared at her hands, Vincent putting his hands around her arms and answering, "We were… busy."
"Oh." He said, obviously not understanding. The light clicked on a moment later, Danté's head snapping up to stare at the two, eyes the size of grape fruits. "Oh!" he said sharply, making the two look away from him awkwardly. "…I hope she'll be okay." He said almost silently.
Faythe sat on the floor of the shower, knees to her chest and water running down her face. The steam calmed her, made her mind at ease with the rest of the world. She looked up, the curtain making her smile; the colors of the whole bathroom for that matter brightened her mood. It was decorated in such a happy style, that you couldn't help but forget your troubles once you looked around. She was clean, and she turned off the faucet from her seat on the floor. Slowly Faythe stood up, disposing of her washcloth down the laundry shoot and wrapping the towel around herself.
"I'm just fine. He would've come if he hadn't been so tired; it' no big deal." Faythe told herself, getting dressed. "He could come tonight; it may not be my first performance, but it's still my first role…"
As Faythe stepped into the kitchen, dressed and mild amounts of eyeliner on, Danté looked up at her, a look in his eye that she couldn't read.
"Uh, hey Vincent, I think you're mom is calling us- from, err… the backyard!" Ava said Vincent and her promptly leaving the room. Faythe rolled her eyes, taking Vincent's seat next to Danté.
"Hey, all clean?" Danté smiled, looking at her before quickly looking away again.
"Yeah, thanks." She answered quietly. They sat in silence, and eternity passing and coming again. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not, because you're not the one who needs to be sorry. Why don't you understand that?" Danté asked, turning to her, hands on her thighs. Faythe flushed, staring at the intense look in Danté's eyes, his perfect face in a frown.
"Danté?"
"Don't be sorry anymore, Faythe." He paused, eyes softening. "I'm only sorry I didn't do this sooner…" Danté crushed his lips to hers, not waiting for her okay. It didn't matter; Faythe wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them closer together. They pulled away, the both of them needing oxygen.
"Danté? What did-"
"Be my girlfriend, Faythe." Faythe couldn't think at first, taken aback by Danté's almost-command. She sat in his lap, face still only inches from hers, blinking, and somehow not understanding what was going on.
He kissed her again, bringing her around from her trance, "Oh Danté, you don't know-"
"No, Faythe, I do know." Danté whispered against her lips, his long eyelashes brushing her skin as he kissed her forehead. They were complete.