AN: It's late. This just came to me. I should probably be asleep. Drabble.
I do own the characters.
Tie
"Lucy?"
The brunette in question turned, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. No matter how many times she heard it, the green eyed girl always got a small rush hearing her (what she regarded as boring and utterly normal) name spoken in the deliciously polite upper crust British tones of her boyfriend, Wes Mallinson.
"Yes?" Lucy responded, a small smile playing on her lips.
"A little bloody help here?"
Smiling, his girlfriend asked playfully, "How did you manage to get to the school in this state?"
Wes rumpled his wet from the shower hair in an entirely familiar gesture, and answered, "Umm, I don't know?"
Confidently, Lucy moved over and began retying the silk tie that was currently askew around Wes' dress shirt. Confused, the football player looked down at Lucy's nimble hands – her bass mallet calluses long gone – tie a perfect single Windsor. Wes gazed down lovingly at Lucy's face while she concentrated on the task at hand. Once the gray silk was securely in place, Wes asked, "Do I want to know how you know to do that so well?"
Lucy Elizabeth Karate really hadn't thought she would get emotional at her Graduation, after all, she had had her entire senior year to prepare for it. However, the simple question triggered some undeniable fact. Being one of the sole drum line girls of the Brookwood HS marching band, it had always been her responsibility during concert season to make sure that her boys had their formal wear on appropriately. Now…abruptly, those days were gone. She wouldn't be tying anyone else's ties. Wouldn't be learning a new show. Wouldn't have lame inside jokes. Who would make sure…? A finger under her cheek interrupted her thoughts.
"'What's the matter?" asked a concerned Wes.
Lucy quickly wiped away the two tears that had formed and pasted a smile on her features, "Nothing – let's go get our diplomas."
AN: Thoughts?