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“I love you too. Ve…I wanted to wait until later but…” Micah slowly moved down to one knee and pulled a small box from his pocket. 

“I’ve made more mistakes than I’d like to admit. Maybe I’m rushing things, but this question has never felt more right on my lips. You’re wild and imaginative. You fill my mind with questions and my soul with life. Ve Edmond…would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

He opened the box and held it up to her. Inside was a diamond ring, small yet beautiful.

Ve’s eyes widened as her hands flew to her mouth. She shook her head in disbelief for a second, struggling to say something. But her mouth was dry and her mind was blank.

“I— You— Yes!” she squealed, allowing him to slip the ring onto her finger. It didn’t need any sunlight to glisten on her finger and no moment had ever felt so right. “Micah…” She grinned wide as she stared up into his wonderful blue eyes. “I love you, forever.”

He couldn’t stop smiling as he held her face gently. “I love you, Ve. So much. I won’t mess up again.”

“You could never mess up,” she frowned, placing a hand over his, “Sure, you could manage to do things a different way, but… you could never mess up… Besides, look who you’re talking to. I’m constantly messing up.”

This is why no one wants to play sports with you, Dexter.

And the student becomes the teacher.

The water from the lake sloshed softly, barely moving as the wind blew. She sat quietly, head rested on her knees as she stared out towards the ocean. Her back was turned to her best friend, a young man whose attention was focused on a snail, watching as it slugged on its way. Sure, it probably wasn’t the ideal or most normal way to spend a Friday night.

But Luana and Finn were far from normal, weren’t they? They spent almost every night at the lake - their lake - just enjoying each other’s company. Tonight was somehow different, though, as she allowed herself to think. Why couldn’t she be normal like everyone else? Well, what was normal, really? She always assumed she was a normal girl, but the others always treated her so much differently and she saw absolutely no reason why.

“You know…” she muttered, “Normal girls my age would have already had two boyfriends. I haven’t even been kissed.”

“I don’t think you’re missing out,” he shrugged. He turned turned around, allowing himself to break his gaze from the snail and scooted closer to her. As his arm draped over her shoulders, she turned around, startled for a moment as her lips met his. “There. That’s kissing.”

And just as quickly as he’d pulled her in, he pushed away, returning to the ever so exciting snail. She sat dumbfounded, blushing, and questioning everything she ever knew about their friendship.

The studio was empty, save the brown-haired girl leaping from one end to the other. The scraping sounds of her shoes echoed in the small space, thuds exploding now and then as she gracefully landed on the wooded floor. A disappointed groan would escape her full lips as she stared into the mirror, hands on her hips and agitation in her eyes.

“Okay,” she spoke, exhaling as she shook her hands at her side. It was a method of both expelling her nerves and pumping her adrenaline. Class had been over for hours, but due to her nature, anything short of perfection was not acceptable. Many of her days ended with her practicing one of her countless activities, perfecting her techniques until she could no longer stay awake. Dedication was not just a word in her vocabulary. It was a way of life. Perfection would never be unobtainable. It would be hers, one way or another.