Page 56 of Capture the Moment
I nod.
“Well let’s show those motherfuckers that they can’t fuck with you. You are way too bright to let someone as sinister as them dim your light. Believe me.” Denver’s voice wavers as she holds the bottle up to me, I look up at her tilting my head slightly confused.
“Tonight, we show the world just how bright Cleo Jones is.”
twenty-two
Cleo
Blake (Wilder)
Cinderella where art thou?
@ the ferris wheel with the feral one
Princess?
Just asked Georgia where you are, she says you’re missing the first day??
I’m otw. Be prepared to smile for me.
twenty-three
Cleo
“YOU ARE THE LIGHTOF MY LIFE, MY STARLIGHT—”
“Wait, that’s my line!” Georgia shouts over the loud music as Denver groans.
“Well, find a new one.” The brunette shrugs, plopping down next to me on the couch. I sniff a laugh as Georgia pouts, moving down the frog face mask she’d been wearing.
After we’d all spent way too long talking about my past, Denver decided that we’d do karaoke and face masks. She said that karaoke was the best way to let out toxic energy and it was the only way to feel better, so we did exactly that.
We’re now on song four of Lord knows how many; Denver and Georgia decided to sing Starlight by Astra and since Astra is our cousin, Zola, Sienna and I decided to sit this one out.
“How am I supposed to find a new line?”
Pounding on the front door halts their bickering. We all pause, eyeing one another.
“I didn’t order take out.” Sienna frowns as the person on the other side knocks again. I can’t help but smile at her, she looks so adorable with her face mask. We’re all some sort of animal as requested by Georgia. She keeps a ton of different sheet masks in her bathroom, so she's a frog while Sienna is a penguin, Denver is a duck, and I’m a piglet.
“Are those the strippers I ordered?” Denver bites her bottom lip, smiling coyly. Georgia scrunches her face and smacks Denver's arm.
“Ow!Pinche1—”
Knock!
Knock! Knock!
“Is no one going to let the strippers in?” I chuckle softly, dusting myself off as I stride towards the front door and like an idiot, I open it without checking.
But seriously, who checks the front door these days? Usually it’s a delivery guy—
“Am I under arrest offi—Blake?!”
“Hi.” His voice is deep and soft all at once, I can feel the girls’ eyes on us as mine slowly meet soft blue ones.
Blake Wilder is standing at my front door, dressed in jeans, a white tee, and a backwards cap. The most basic outfit a man can wear and yet my stomach does something weird. As my eyes scan Blake, I realize he’s doing the same, drinking me in like cold water on a hot summer day. I shift in my spot and clear my throat.
