Julian walks into the Aphrodite cabin unannounced. “Hey, is Malia around?”
Malia looks up from painting her toes and smiles at Julian. “Hey.”
Malia’s bed was a mess. A scattered assortment of clothes, magazines, makeup, and purses were spread out over her covers, the result of spending over an hour agonizing over what to wear. She was almost embarrassed, starting out, that she was so stumped. “I’m losing my touch…” she had muttered to herself when she had changed her clothes for the seventh time. Finally, she settled on the outfit she was currently staring at in her mirror. Her fingers ran underneath her eyes, wiping away invisible smudges of eyeliner. She blinked, ran her hands through her hair, smoothed out her skirt, anything to distract herself from the excited energy building in her chest.
All she could do now was wait. Rhys has said five o’clock, and according to the time on her phone, it was almost time for him to show up at her door. She took a deep breath and tore her gaze away form her reflection–– you look fine, Mal, she told herself–– and started pacing. Absentmindedly she started to clear off her bed, but it turned more into simply moving things around. Every few seconds she would glance at the doorway, as if in the fleeting moments between focusing on folding a shirt and checking again, he would materialize there. How long had it been? Her giddiness was turning into a nervous impatience. Oh my gods, she thought, because it dawned on her that she was nervous, actually nervous about going out with a boy.
Before she could dwell on it any further, he was there. She saw him approaching and then walked over to her doorway, leaning against the frame. She wondered if this looked dumb, or if she seemed too desperate, but she shooed her paranoia away and just smiled at him as he came closer.
"I’ll just text you, um, yeah" he smiles cheekily and then he yawns. "Shit." he mumbles and checks his phone for the time. "It’s actually getting pretty late. I should head off." he presses his lips together and is about to lean in, but he stops himself and just smiles.
Malia nods. “Okay.” She sees him hesitate and takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze. “I’m really looking forward to this.” Then she lets his hand go and gives him a little wave goodbye, walking off in a different direction from him.
"No. I always have to push her and she wouldn’t do it sometimes." she sighs and tries her best not to move too much.
"Aw, well now you can always come to me."
After about thirty minutes, she steps back from the chair to let Harley take a look at her hair. “How does it look?”
"Thanks, monada! [She tilts the box down.] What flavour?
"Hmm, you got apple?"
Riley sits on the other side of the tub, folding her legs and facing her sister. “Go for it,” she grins, holding one of the spoons out for Malia to take.
Malia takes the spoon and digs into the ice cream. “So, have you met any people you like here yet?”