The Tomboy And The Captain (#wattys2021)

~6

Avalon's POV:

Next Day

"Don't forget our reservation is at 7:30 pm so don't be late Avalon", mom says.

Dad already left for work so he can come back home early.

"Yes mom."

"And wear a dress, no pants", she adds.

"But mom-"

"No buts, you are a young lady."

"Fine", I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady", she glares at me.

"Whatever, I am going to school", I get my phone.

"Hey, are you finally taking a ride with us?" Avery asks when she sees me step out the door.

I watch the three girls in the pink jeep, Mackenzie behind the wheel.

"Just this one time", I sigh and walk to the jeep getting into the backseat.

"We are making a quick stop at the coffee shop for some morning cafe", Avery explains.

I sigh, I regret getting in now and now I have endure twenty minutes with these barbie dolls and corny music.

When I get to school, I get out quickly and didn't look back.

"Wasn't that Mackenz-"

"Don't finish that sentence", I cut off off Bailey.

"No way", she laughs.

"I was trying to get away from my mother okay", I scoff.

"If you say so, by the way I heard there is a party on Friday."

"Yes I am going",  I sigh.

She smiles,"good, I wouldn't be lonely."

I roll my eyes,"you wouldn't be lonely, Luciano would be there." 

She blushes.

"I can talk to him for you if you want", I offer.

"No!" She shouts and everyone watches her,"I don't think he will like someone like me", she plays with her finger.

"You wouldn't know unless you ask him Bailey."

"I know, I'll ask him at the party."

"Good, now let's get to class."

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"Can you believe mom wants me to wear a dress? A dress?" I say to Avery as we walk out of class, this is the only class we have together this year.

"Well Ava its a restaurant we are going to, there is dress code", she replies.

"Can't I wear a pantsuit?" I suggest.

"Heck no, you are my twin, I wouldn't be caught dead having you walk next to me in a pantsuit", she glares at me.

"Kidding, I'll wear the stupid dress", I sigh.

"And I'll do your hair to make it look like mine", she adds.

"No makeup", I warn.

"Maybe a little mascara and eye shadow", she pleads.

"Fine, but that's it", I declare and she grins.

"You'll look fabulous."

"Don't make me regret it please", I sigh.

"I wouldn't, I know your limits eventually I will take baby steps until you're fully comfortable with makeup", she says.

"Never going to happen", I shake my head.