While Ambrosia stared at the clock solemnly, Demetri pulled her into another kiss. It was a quick peck, but a kiss nonetheless. Rose smiled happily, and Demetri returned it.
Rose was reminded of what she must look like as Demetri wiped away what she assumed was mascara underneath her eyes with his thumbs.
Rushing to the mirror, she saw how awful she looked. Her makeup had smeared during her tears. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She was a hot mess.
Ambrosia dug through her bag and grabbed her makeup case. She always brought it in case something like this was to happen yet again. She searched for her mascara and blush which, of course, were all the way on the bottom.
As quickly as she could, Ambrosia put them on without messing up too badly. She glanced at the clock and found they had two minutes to get to the bus. Rose looked at Demetri, who smiled and held out his hand. Quite gladly, she took it. Making Rose smile, Demetri intertwined their hands.
“We have to hurry. The bus leaves in two minutes,” she stated worriedly. Demetri thought to himself wonderingly.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
“But--”
“Please?” Ambrosia did as she was told.
As he picked her up bridal style, Ambrosia wrapped her arms around his neck.
“What about my bag?”
“I have it,” Demetri added, “Keep your eyes closed and hum a little tune.”
“Why?” Ambrosia questioned.
“Please?” Demetri begged. Ambrosia started to hum a little, catchy tune.
Next thing she knew, Ambrosia felt as though she was on a speeding rollercoaster, racing towards the exit. With a familiar, huge gust of wind hitting her face, the tune was immediately forgotten.
“We’re here.”
“We are?” she questioned, astonished. She hurriedly opened her eyes. Beside them were the school doors leading to the bus.
“But--” Ambrosia began, questioning the phenomenon she had witnessed. Demetri put his finger to her lips and shushed her. “How did you do that?” Rose asked against them.
“You’re persistent,” Demetri laughed. Ambrosia glared at him, not ready to back down. “Okay, okay. I ran here,” Demetri admitted.
“In five seconds?” Ambrosia questioned, doubtful. That’s not possible.
“It only felt like five seconds,” Demetri calmly alleged. Ambrosia searched throughout the hall for a clock, but could not find one.
“Okay, fine. You win this one, but only because I don’t have any proof,” Rose stated sternly. Nodding understandingly, Demetri laughed.
Holding the door open, Demetri motioned for Ambrosia to walk past and replied, “Ladies first.” Rose walked out the door with a grateful smile and her chest clenching tightly as she swooned, amazed by how much of a gentleman Demetri was.
Ambrosia walked up the bus’s stairs and headed to an empty seat near the back with Demetri closely behind her. She sat pressed up against the window, allowing enough room for two. Demetri, observing her dubiously, handed Rose her bag and sat in the seat across from her.
“What are you doing?” Ambrosia wondered, frowning.
Feigning ignorance, Demetri asked, “What do you mean?”
“I thought we could sit next to each other,” she claimed, pouting.
“Well--” Before he could refuse, Ambrosia cut Demetri off.
“Why else would I sit pressed up against the window like this?”
“Maybe you like to sit that way,” Demetri reasoned, shrugging. Ambrosia quickly shook her head.
When Demetri eyed her warily, Rose decided to take her tactics further; with big eyes mirroring that of a pleading puppy, Rose puffed out her lower lip and looked over at Demetri pitifully. Demetri sighed in defeat.
“Okay, fine,” Demetri murmured, getting up to sit next to her. Ambrosia laid her head on Demetri’s shoulder triumphantly, and he laid his head atop hers. Feeling blissful, Rose smiled.
“Your hair is soft,” Demetri mumbled, taking Ambrosia aback.
“Thanks. I work hard to keep it that way,” she stuttered, feeling her cheeks grow warm and her heart begin to quicken.
“I really love the color too, the darkness of it; how it reaches the middle of your back; the curliness, how it springs back to life if I pull it; the way it shines red and gold in the sun; your big, chocolate-brown eyes that grow with curiosity and excitement; the way they darken like a starless night in the shade. I love it all.”
“I-- I didn’t know you knew that much about me,” Rose stammered in shock, taking a glimpse up at Demetri. Demetri gazed down at Ambrosia with a twinkle in his eyes, smiling as if at a beloved, baby sister. With one hand, he rubbed her cheek gently.
Ambrosia was often complemented on her hair and her dark-brown eyes, but her heart had never raced before at those compliments like it was now.
Puzzled on why this was, Ambrosia leaned her head on Demetri’s firm chest. He wrapped a toned arm around her securely. Her heart jumped at his touch. What is this I’m feeling?
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