I want this to be sad and gay. Make me cry. O/O
Darcy brushed their hair away from their forehead as they got out of their car closed the door. They walked up the walkway to Lola's house. The morning air was cold and Darcy wrapped their jacket tighter around them. It had officially been a year since they head their license, which meant it was officially the first day they would drive Lola to school. They rang the doorbell and waited.
Lola jumped when she heard her doorbell ring, quickly grabbing her bag and making her way to the door. Before she went outside, she smoothed down her hair and straightened her jacket without thinking, wanting to make herself look as well put together as possible. She opened a door and flashed a smile at her friend, Darcy.
She nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her. "Congrats on getting your license, by the way."
"Yes, and I can't thank you enough for that. I hated taking the bus." Lola smiled and slid into the passenger seat.
"Most of my music consists of depression and heartbreak, are you sure you want to listen to that?" Lola said with a sad laugh.
"I don't mind musicals," Lola protested. "In fact, I kind of like them, they're… interesting."
"Well, sure. I really don't mind them," she said, picking at her nails as she spoke. "It's your car, anyway, you play whatever you like."
"At least your music is actually happy. Most of the time, anyway," Lola sad with a chuckle.
"You sure?" Lola asked, opening her phone to look through her playlists. "Maybe we can switch off or something."
"Sounds fair," she said, finally choosing a song and putting her phone down.
Lola went slightly red, and started picking at her nails again. "I wasn't really planning on it. I don't really have anyone to go with." Are they asking me to the dance? They thought, blushing a bit harder.
Lola's smile faltered, but only slightly. Of course she wasn't asking you to the dance. Don't think stupid things like that. "Of course, that would be awesome. I'm not sure what I would wear, though."
"That sounds cool… do you know what the theme is? Maybe I can pick my dress accordingly," she suggested.
"There's usually a theme. Which dance is it again?" She asked, opening her door and stepping out. She checked the time on her phone. 8 minutes until class started.
Lola laughed. "Maybe there'll be a flyer around here somewhere."