Lynn is Gajeel and Levy's kid, if you didn't guess. Still considering a story about the kids…I like the idea, personally. What do you guys think? Review, please, if you liked this chapter (or my idea)! :D
Carla sat on the edge of Wendy's bed, watching as her friend scurried back and forth from the bathroom to her closet, each time running around in a new dress, a new coat of makeup in different shades slathered onto her face. Her mouth was twisted into an anxious frown, her movements jerky and nervous.
All Wendy, Carla thought dryly, but aloud she said, "Wendy, he's just a boy. It's just Romeo. Why in Mavis' name are you dressed so…" She scanned the dress Wendy modeled before her now. It was black and knee-length, shimmering in the ceiling lights. Strapless, too, something obviously stolen from one of the older girls' closet. "Un-Wendy-like," Carla finished.
"Because, Carla!" Wendy told her. "It's a date! I have to be perfect!" And she flew back into the bathroom with a curse and a flurry of motions as she reapplied her eyeliner. Carla reminded herself to scold Gajeel for teaching her the word later.
"If he wants you to be perfect," she called out, "I'm going to have to slam the door on his hand."
"He didn't say it directly," Wendy replied. "It's just sort of implied in a date. Be the perfect you."
"And the perfect you wears short, strapless dresses?"
Wendy didn't answer as she hurried back across and dove into her closet. "Blue," she was muttering. "Blue's my color, right? I need a blue dress…"
Carla sighed and shook her head. "You need a sedative," she sighed, then smiled when Wendy glanced her way. "Nothing," she said sweetly. "I said nothing." And her frown returned as soon as Wendy turned back to her clothes.
She'd been like this ever since Romeo had asked if she wanted to go get something to eat this Saturday. All fluttery, flitting about just like a—
Carla stopped herself before she thought the word fairy. She'd opened her mouth to tell Wendy to quit it already with the clothes-throwing (she'd already been hit by three dresses) when there was a knock at the door. Wendy's head popped out of her closet, eyes wide. "Already?" she hissed through her teeth anxiously. She came out of the closet wringing her hands. "I-I'm not ready," she mumbled. "I-I can't…" There was another knock at the door.
That's when Wendy noticed Carla floating up to turn the doorknob. "Carla!" she scream-whispered, shooing her away from the door, but Carla pulled it open anyway. She instantly wanted to laugh.
Whereas Wendy was all dressed up, Romeo stood there in his normal vest and scarf, casual as can be. Although, Carla noted, he looked just about as nervous as Wendy was. "Hey, Carla," he greeted the Exceed, then caught sight of Wendy over Carla's head. His mouth fell open. "Oh, Mavis." He glanced down at his clothes about the same time Wendy looked down at hers.
Carla moved to side, watching as they both realized one had seriously under-dressed and the other had overdressed. Small smiles appeared on their faces, and then the smiles turned into snickers. And then they were laughing.
"Look at that!" Romeo laughed. "Wen, are you wearing makeup?"
"You wear that on a date?" shot back Wendy, grinning and showing off her long canines.
"What was I supposed wear? A tux?"
"I don't know! Was I supposed to wear a t-shirt?"
"I don't know." And they both started laughing again.
Carla smiled. I told her she didn't need to worry.
"And that's how my first date with your father went," Wendy told Mai, looking at her fifteen-year-old with a smile. "Well, honestly, my first date ever."
"It definitely sounds like Dad," said Mai, smiling back. She looked down at the dress she wore with strappy-heeled sandals and a slit down one leg. "Is the point of that story that I shouldn't overdress for Lynn?"
Wendy shrugged. "Maybe a little. A little more to calm you down." She raised an eyebrow pointedly as her daughter started to protest. "Honey, you were asking your brother for love advice. You must have been freaking out to do that." Which was true, considering how Haru had turned out to be a failure with girls of all shape and form.
Mai closed her mouth in silent agreement and looked back down her dress. "I don't want to overdress like you," she said nervously, "but I don't want to under-dress like Dad, either." She looked up at her mother. "So what do I wear?"
"How about…" Wendy tapped her chin, then scurried into the closet. She came back a moment later with a knee-length green skirt and a pretty white blouse. "Leave the sandals," she told her daughter, "and wear this. It'll be fine."
After a moment, Wendy thought to add, "Besides, your father would never let you out of the house in that dress. Where did you get it anyway?"
"Aunt Lucy."
Wendy rolled her eyes. "Figures."
Lynn Redfox's eyes widened as Mai opened the door. He'd always seen her in her normal clothes—usually some muddy pants and t-shirt she had lying around, which was why he'd first liked her. She wasn't prissy like the other girls. But now she looked…
"Whoa," he said simply, and she beamed at him.
"Really?" She twisted her short blue locks on one finger. "Not too shabby, eh?" And she gave him a grin, one he returned eagerly.
"Not at all!" He bowed comically, gesturing dramatically at the street in front of him. "After you, milady?"
Mai curtsied with a snort. "Why, thank you, good sir." They linked arms and started off down the sidewalk.
If Mai had looked back, she would've seen her father and Haru silently slipping out the door behind her. "Okay," Romeo whispered to his son. "We'll just see where they're going and—"
"Hold it, boys!" Wendy caught them by the backs of their shirts, and they both flinched. "Get back in the house."
"Yes, ma'am," they replied glumly.
