twelve. the pretty & the handsome

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
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12 is my lucky number ;)
                          
.·゜゜·　　·゜゜·．
                          
"Hey, Seb," I pass by him with a smile, which he gleefully returns. I'm supposed to meet Carlos for a quick run through the script, but our meeting was pushed back a bit because he had a choreography thing with Seb. But considering I just walked past Seb on my way to the bomb shelter, it's safe to assume that their rehearsal is over.
                          
Or maybe not.
                          
When I reach the room, I'm surprised to see Carlos is in there. Dancing. But not like a full-on routine, but rather a...celebratory dance? I wonder if that has anything to do with the overjoyed smile Seb sent my way when I walked past him. I choose not to say anything to disrupt Carlos' dance, a smile tugging at my lips as he dances around in a circle.
                          
He caught sight of me eventually, going stiff as his eyes widened. "Did you...?"
                          
I nod. "Yep."
                          
And for the first time ever, I see Carlos flush. "Oh."
                          
I step into the room finally and sit on one of the two chairs that are out. "So, wanna tell me why you were happy dancing?" Carlos opened to his mouth, probably to fight my assumption, but I waved it off. "I know a happy dance when I see one, Carlos."
                          
Carlos sighs, dropping into the seat beside me. "Fine." I watch as a smile spreads across his lips. "I just asked Seb to the dance, and he said yes."
                          
My heart. My literal heart. Carlos looks so happy when he says it, and I've never been more jealous of him than I am right now. "Really?" My voice comes out much higher pitched than I intended, but that's just a direct result of my excitement, and Carlos knows that. He nods quickly, and I squeal. "That's so exciting, Carlos! Looks like I have something to look forward to at homecoming tonight."
                          
Carlos' smile falters. "What about your date?"
                          
I raise an eyebrow. "You mean my invisible boyfriend? He can't make it."
                          
Carlos chuckles, nudging me with his elbow. "No, silly, I mean Ricky. Isn't he your date?"
                          
My face falls, along with my heart. This isn't the first time this has happened today. It's actually the third. The first person to ask if Ricky was my date tonight was Amy, which wasn't surprising because she's been trying to push us together for ages now. The second was Kourtney, which, again, wasn't a surprise, she was probably just trying to sus me out for Nini's sake. But now for Carlos to ask me, it meant something was going on.
                          
I shake my head. "No. Did he tell you that?"
                          
Carlos frowns. "No, but I heard him talking to Big Red earlier about your dress. I assumed it was because you guys were matching as each other's date?" My dress? "Plus, everyone kinda thinks you guys are dating."